<?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-4537682716107801530</id><updated>2011-12-02T16:11:30.636-05:00</updated><category term='100 Post'/><category term='pedicure with the husband'/><category term='...this is for you Anonymous and others'/><category term='babbling'/><category term='One of the things in life I remember the most'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='laundry list for 2010'/><category term='blog announcement'/><category term='wedding website'/><category term='affair'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='tag'/><category term='bachorette party'/><category term='weigh in'/><category term='New Year/New You'/><category term='sex toys'/><category term='sex balloon game'/><category term='nail polish'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='diet'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='ghanaian wedding websites'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='bath and body'/><category term='peer pressure'/><category term='Things are about to change'/><category term='Working woman in affect'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='doughnuts'/><category term='private parties'/><category term='boardwalk fries episode'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Breakthroughs...(CLOSED)</title><subtitle type='html'>From The Pit To The Palace.



































No matter where you are in life, make the best out of every situation.  It starts with your postive attitude.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5923102681722388955</id><published>2009-12-14T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:24:07.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Closing This Blog "Breakthroughs On the Journey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This may come as a surprise, heck, it surprised me too but I think it's time.  Honestly I didn't think this day was ever going to come.  I just knew I was going to blog for many years on my personal journey of life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I can't explain it, but I just feel a new life, shift, and promoting to a different level of life coming, and it's time for me to move on from this personal blog.  A blog sister of mines brought it to my attention that I should narrow down a couple of blogs (we had a conversation via email and I was saying how the blogs keep me too busy).  I immediately knew she was right and I always wanted to, but didn't know when or which blog.  Well, I feel now is the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This blog has helped me in so many ways.  It was always therapeutic for me.  I truly believe that this blog was to get me moving in many ways.  I know this blog wasn't the "coolest, hottest" talking about fashion, makeup, celebrity gossip, drama, movies, or the latest whatever.  I'm fine with that because this blog was for my own personal growth and I didn't know it til just now, crazy huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You see my subtitle, "FROM THE PIT TO THE PALACE".  I was thinking that I wasn't at the palace yet, but right when I had that thought, the Lord revealed to me that I am at the PALACE, spiritually.  Get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I was looking for materialistic progress, dream job, house, car, vacations, children well off in all areas, hubby and I getting what we want in life, etc....but it wasn't ever about that.  It was about my walk with God through it ALL!  My journey with Christ!  The journey from despair, hopeless, confused, doubt, frustrated, bitter, unforgiveness in my heart, anger, and bondage, TO hope, peace, joy, faith, liberty, life, love, clarity, security, believing again, healing, etc...  Wow, I just got that revelation!  Thanks God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;God has used other bloggers many, many, many times to restore my faith and hope in promise.  There were times I would read someone's blog and I knew God was speaking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes, I will still be reading, commenting, and checking out other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Real friendships have blossomed from me blogging and I appreciate that.  Every blogger has touched me in one way or another.  Thanks and I love you all for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh before I forget, I managed 5 blogs, but now I narrowed them down to 3, so I'm still blogging. Also, I am working on a new project.  I'm on YOUTUBE!!!!  My channel is about inspiration.  I'm still working on my page so bare with me.  I only have 2 videos but will have more.  Check me out @ http://www.youtube.com/user/LadyA1Speaks or LadyA1Speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Special thanks to all my followers, silent followers, viewers, stalkers, and commentors.  It's good to know that I wasn't alone on this journey.  Someone was always reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's time to say good-bye now.  Thanks for making my experience a memorable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I love you all and may God bless you mightily in the year of 2010 and all the many years to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/4537682716107801530-5923102681722388955?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5923102681722388955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5923102681722388955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/officially-closing-this-blog.html' title='Officially Closing This Blog &quot;Breakthroughs On the Journey&quot;'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-6196594817562702578</id><published>2009-12-07T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:59:24.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady A Vloging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sx1dKkzQHuI/AAAAAAAACMQ/REL_V0B8QZs/s1600-h/1437R-164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412584763427921634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sx1dKkzQHuI/AAAAAAAACMQ/REL_V0B8QZs/s320/1437R-164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a youtube account since April of this year. The only reason why I started that acct was to comment on my favorite youtubers channel. That's all. It all started me youtubing music videos, then makeup tutorials (that's what really got me hyped), then front lace wig tutorials. It's like I was in heaven! I could spend countless hours watching makeup and wig application tutorials. So addictive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I ran across Ayteeaa vlog over the summer and her personality was just beautiful. She is truly someone special. Ayteeaa is actually the one who put a thought in my head of, "mmm, I should start vloging." But at that time, it was just a light thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time went on, my girl &lt;a href="http://ync-chill-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yankee Najia Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; started vloging from Blogville not too long ago. Omg! I loved it. She is such a doll and has the cutest voice ever. Just seeing her do her "thang" really got me hyped.  Now the thought I always had now it's more of a 'need/want'.  I wanted to comment her, but I forgot my user name and password. So of course I had to reopen my acct and I finally commented on her channel.  From there I started setting up my page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question for me was "what was I going to vlog about?" I did't want to do hair, makeup because I really don't have all resources. I want to do something different, helpful, encouraging and useful for people all over the world (not saying fashion and beauty aren't, but I want something on a different scale). Ah Ha! After I prayed about it. It was crystal clear of what my channel was going to be about. INSPIRATION! Speaking words of life into the people's hearts. Wow, thanks God! People would always tell me that someone needs to hear my story, what I have to say, my life experiences.  I agreed, but who and how?  My pastor won't give me the mic, lol, I don't really know how to go about doing speaking engagements at conferences, so how? Youtube is how. So basically my youtube channel is a spin off of all my life experiences do's n don'ts and from all my blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might do an introduction today of my vlog on youtube. If so, I'll let you all know. However, I actually won't start vloging til next year. Just doing the intro of who I am and what my channel is going to be about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stay tuned lovely peoples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-6196594817562702578?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6196594817562702578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6196594817562702578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady-vloging.html' title='Lady A Vloging?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sx1dKkzQHuI/AAAAAAAACMQ/REL_V0B8QZs/s72-c/1437R-164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4124610487464709260</id><published>2009-12-02T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:59:56.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Time Of Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SxbON0i9fDI/AAAAAAAACK4/MpQvUnx0vJM/s1600-h/E94-155450.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SxbON0i9fDI/AAAAAAAACK4/MpQvUnx0vJM/s320/E94-155450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410738739171130418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You all just don't know how much I love the last few months of the year.  Between the cold crisp air blowing in your face, the holiday decor you see in every store, people taking about who is coming to visit for the holidays and my fav holiday t.v. specials even cartoons, I love it all!!!&lt;div&gt;Money just can't buy the feeling of Christmas air.  Just the hype of it all gets me excited.  Wait, I'm not promoting commercialized Christmas, I'm not crazy about the focus being all on Santa Claus, trees, and gifts.  However, I'm just sharing the love I feel during this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my absolute favorite are the Christmas lights downtown. OMG!  So peaceful, pretty and just a wonderful experience.  I feel like a child all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so encourage you all to surprise you spouse, fiance, girl/boyfriend on a night outing to see the Christmas lights in your area.  Just tell them you all are going to take a ride.  Stop by Dunkin Doughnut, Wawa, Starbucks, or whatever you guys like and order a hot drink for the ride.  Have the Christmas music playing.  I request Boys II Men White Christmas cd (omg! so soothing!)  My fav song is 'Let It Snow', so beautiful!  Have that quiet time with them.  They will love it!  Cheap inexpensive date yet so romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's enjoy this holiday and remember Jesus is the reason for the season!&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4124610487464709260?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4124610487464709260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4124610487464709260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I Love This Time Of Year!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SxbON0i9fDI/AAAAAAAACK4/MpQvUnx0vJM/s72-c/E94-155450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-839659705604813761</id><published>2009-11-23T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:18:01.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me....Again</title><content type='html'>This year has been really a trying time in my life.  Can't go all into details, but just know that your girl over here has been tried and went through every obstacle courses with self, marriage, life and spiritual walk.  However I must say God is so good.&lt;div&gt;There was a point where I was angry, bitter, hurt, fearful and whatever else of God.  Yes, I was mad at Him for sometime because of the things I went through.   I didn't understand it.  Wasn't clear.  What did I do to deserve this hurt and pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this course of my emotional roller coaster, God knew he couldn't talk to me Himself, so He had to send people my way.  People would give me like a 'gold nugget' or a rose and I knew it was from God.  You know, like a piece of hope, encouragement, testimony, or even something materialistic, or the simplest thing like gum!  Has God ever done something like that for you? He has also used strangers and used movies to speak to me.  He has even used bloggers as well to stir up that hope, that child like faith that was once there.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certain bloggers had posted up some awesome entries that were confirmation of what God showed me long ago.  A desire that was once aborted, burned and forsaken, now has sparked again, but this time it's going to burn bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you all may not always understand why I say, or do the things I do.  You haven't and probably won't ever go through what I went through in my marriage, but all I can say is don't judge. Why?  Because I don't want it happening to you.  Not even my worst enemy.  So if you don't understand someone's behavior or attitude or insecurities, instead of saying silly things or announcing that wouldn't be you, why don't you pray for them and declare blessing over them.  You have no clue of the intense hurt and pain I have been through.  So bad that after the heart surgery the doctors diagnosed me with Lupus and other things.  I know I got that from stressing over the marriage, yes, that's how bad it was.  Lupus is where something very traumatic or highly extreme emotional stress happens where your system starts attacking instead of working together.  But I know God will heal me from this.  I have faith, great faith and I know it will be a testimony.  I have been healed before, so this is no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now what?  God is going to take all that 'compose' and use it.  He's going to put it (experience, hurt, pain, doubt, mock, etc....) into the spiritual recycle bin and use it for His glory.  He's going to take my ashes and make it something beautiful.  God can use anything or anyone.  Are you willing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said all of that to say that through it all, God did not give up on me through my nasty pissy attitude towards Him.  He stilled loved me and used family, friends, and bloggers to love on me from a distant.  I wasn't ready to hear His voice again because I would have cursed Him out, but God kept sending people my way giving me spiritual roses via phone, email, Facebook, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke down today during a phone call because I was given a word from the Lord.  Too long and it's was for my ears anyway. I thought God lied to me, that was pretty much the bulk of it.  I was let down.  However I will share and say that love conquers all.  You can only run from God but for so long.  Needless to say, I'm back in the body of Christ.  I'm back home, born again Christian, again.   So Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Feels so good to be home in God's arms again.  So cold out there, very cold world.  I have no more fear, doubt, confusion, bitterness towards God, unforgiveness, etc....He healed and fixed all of that and gave me a new hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants me to believe again, the promises that He told me years ago.  I will, shall do just that.  I want ALL that God has for me.  He promised me and you a bright future and so shall it be.  AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you and I love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-839659705604813761?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/839659705604813761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/839659705604813761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-meagain.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me....Again'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4907853998970938315</id><published>2009-11-20T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:23:50.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know It's A Little Early, But</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is the time where we can really reflect on God's goodness in our lives.  Being thankful is one of the secrets to life success.  If you can't appreciate the little, then you may not appreciate the big.  Don't want to have that 'never satisfied' attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know I have a lot, but in the same breath, I don't, depending on if I'm comparing myself with someone who is very successful and rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I do know one thing, I have life, health, and peace.  So priceless and precious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are some of the things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Healthy children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Loving husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 cars (I remember the day we had to share 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Heat to stay warm during these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Job (though it's not the best, I have one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My parents (both of my parents are still alive and together, now that's a blessing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My sisters and their families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Helping others (because it keeps me grounded and focus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friends (from elementary, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogville&lt;/span&gt;, it's a blessing and amazing how many friends I have made from this blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eyesight (I was once blind as a bat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hair on my head (this is taken for granted, but I so thank God for the hair on my head.  Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; are bald, or can't grow their hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are many other blessings I try not to take for granted, but again, those are just a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Let's be thankful for what we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4907853998970938315?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4907853998970938315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4907853998970938315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-its-little-early-but.html' title='I Know It&apos;s A Little Early, But'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5592664954875327578</id><published>2009-11-16T16:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:36:34.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SwHEmIIbWCI/AAAAAAAACIs/FZJvlJtQWYs/s1600/24fad0c0a0ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404817187118209058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SwHEmIIbWCI/AAAAAAAACIs/FZJvlJtQWYs/s320/24fad0c0a0ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my room stay clean. Does it ever end with the clothes, shoes, hair products, junk and such? Sometimes I think a bigger room with a huge walk in closet and organizer is the answer, and I still think that is the answer. Where on earth do I put all my handbags? I stash them on the top selve of my closet, under my bed, on the side of my dresser, behind my headboard and occasionally they might end up on my hubby's side of his closet, oopss, sorry honey. And my shoes. I'm a shoe freak. My own little fetish are SHOES. I have so many nice shoes and they are everywhere around my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really getting old and frustrating. Gosh! Why can't I have a closet space like Mariah, Paula, or Kimora Lee's?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404817447416435506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SwHE1R0XEzI/AAAAAAAACI0/Jhyqi2YOMV4/s320/e20f70a56229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404818169047778306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SwHFfSGrhAI/AAAAAAAACI8/pCl1PUDTY9Y/s320/kimora.jpg" /&gt;Life isn't fair, lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lady A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-5592664954875327578?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5592664954875327578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5592664954875327578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-cant-my-room-stay-clean.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SwHEmIIbWCI/AAAAAAAACIs/FZJvlJtQWYs/s72-c/24fad0c0a0ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2092248533033224964</id><published>2009-11-12T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:55:01.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Wet Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SvxnToaSWfI/AAAAAAAACG8/DB5CvBZdzvg/s1600-h/k0530887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SvxnToaSWfI/AAAAAAAACG8/DB5CvBZdzvg/s320/k0530887.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403307239900600818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are the best!  I am on my laptop, looking at wedding websites, reading the love stories,  (Thanks YNC!), sipping on hot chocolate.  Bundled up in my favorite throw rug.  It's warm and cozy in my house.  Family is still out.  Kids are at school and hubby at work.  I'm just taking it all in.&lt;div&gt;I'm not worried about doing dishes, laundry or any housework that needs to be done.  It's not going anywhere, so why rush to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be ordering out dinner for tonight.  I think Chinese will do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love moments like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cold wet rainy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady A&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/4537682716107801530-2092248533033224964?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2092248533033224964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2092248533033224964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/cold-wet-rainy-days.html' title='Cold Wet Rainy Days'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SvxnToaSWfI/AAAAAAAACG8/DB5CvBZdzvg/s72-c/k0530887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3629279353185374889</id><published>2009-11-09T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:42:22.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish.........</title><content type='html'>I wish I was rich.  Rich, rich and rich. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just in health, wisdom, character, personality, and in God, but rich as in money rich.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a yacht, Bentley and travel where ever, when ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to throw parties.  Not just any party.  But it will be an all white party and the purpose of this is to get souls saved.  You know how Kimora Lee or P.Diddy do parties, well it will be like that but different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to save the world, but I can't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to reach out to all who hurt, but I can't.  People at my old job would tease me and say, "Angela, you can't save/help them all"  They were right.  That's what Jesus is for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted a wedding.  Never had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted a baby shower, didn't get one.  More like a pity party, they felt sorry for me, all 2 people and one for the ride were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted professional pregnancy pictures, didn't get that either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be on T.V....still waiting, I know it's coming.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted a second chance with love.  That was a joke, did I really think that? HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want friends who can remember my birthday without me hinting or reminding them.  Is this too much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shop and eat whatever and whenever without being on a budget or without getting fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a bridal shower and a bachlorette party.  You only live once and can do these special events once (supposedly).  I have no special memories of such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to hit the reset button on my life.  But there is no such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be 25 years old forever.  Seems like time won't stand still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want spa treatments once every two weeks.  Esther did it more than that, why can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to build a Children's Home in several countries, starting in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my husband to watch something else other than ESPN and NCIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat cookie dough without worrying about the raw egg consumption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my children to be more successful than me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want so much out of life and I feel like I haven't gotten anything or anywhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have is a testimony, that's it, a testimony......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, how much more is that worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRICELESS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3629279353185374889?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3629279353185374889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3629279353185374889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wish.html' title='I Wish.........'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2590842053939716118</id><published>2009-11-02T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:55:24.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect The Wife</title><content type='html'>Husband and I went into Sam's Club the other day.  If you don't know by now, he's a high school math teacher.  Seems like everywhere we go, there is a current or former student that will scream out his name saying hello.  This used to get on my nerves because I felt like I would be disrespected in a way.  Female or male students, if they didn't acknowledge me, then I would have a chip on my shoulder.  Especially when female students do it.  They already look like they are 25 years old and act like 12 year olds.  That's one reason why I like to always look the part when out with hubby.  Hubby's students will look me up and down and I can tell they are judging hard.  No room for error.  I must be on point and give them something postive to talk about and plenty of times they have.  Hubby will always come back with a report of what students said about me.  It's funny how they will try and size me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like always, several students where there at Sam's Club working or shopping.  This one girl saw my husband from afar and hollered out, "HI MR. G!!!!"  Regardless how many times it happens, it always get under my skin and bother me.  Why?  It's rude! So rude and disrespectful!  People, especially the young generation don't take into consideration the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;This girl was walking with maybe her mom and siblings.  My husband  smiled at her and waved back with a hello.  Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check this out.  As hubby and I continued walking, the girl's mother turned around and came to me with the rest of her children.  Mother said to me, "excuse me, are you his wife?"  &lt;em&gt;People, if you know my marriage past, then you already know what I was thinking.  I blogged about the crap I went through in my marriage, if you don't know, then read later.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she asked that, I was like, "oooooo noooo, what now?!"  "I thought this drama was over!"  So when I replied to her, my voice was shaky.  I said, "yes, I am."  The mother looked at her daughter who is my husband's student and said to her, "This is Mr. G's wife, you respect her and acknowledge her as well!!"  This mother said it with such authority, firmness, and strictly too.  The daughter was a little embarrassed and apologize to me and dropped her head down.  I told the mother that's how my mother is and thank you for that.  WOW!  It's about time someone said something.  See when I did tell my hubby how I felt, he just brushed it off or thought I took it out of proportion or make excuses for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that still exists!  Now only if the mother could teach that to all of the students, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I feel like that's my husband's job to do.  I shouldn't have to be guard dog and look like the mean insecure wife.  Hubby should put his students in check, not me!  He needs to let them know when they run to him in public and I'm with him, that they need to speak to me.  It's respect. I have seen other husband's do it before, because it was done to me and from that day forward, I speak to the wife FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell hubby how I felt because it is an issue that always bothered me.  I just try to ignore it but for the most part, I'll catch an attitude when the student want to talk an hour long about nothing.  I'm thinking, "don't you see us trying to have quality time together?"  Again, I blame my hubby because he needs to put his foot down.  But knowing him, he'll probably say, "what am I suppose to do.....or I'm not going to push them away..."  Blah, blah blahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I know these students may not mean any harm, but still, they need to learn and know.  If hubby doesn't correct this ongoing behavior then they will continue without seeing anyting wrong with it.  Real gentleman?  Where?  Somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2590842053939716118?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2590842053939716118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2590842053939716118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/respect-wife.html' title='Respect The Wife'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3350191042392759742</id><published>2009-10-29T15:23:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:58:26.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Year Anniversary in America, Mersey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SunsHp0khUI/AAAAAAAACAc/jpZPx9yKdbA/s1600-h/100_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398105244609840450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SunsHp0khUI/AAAAAAAACAc/jpZPx9yKdbA/s320/100_3161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe that time is already here. It's pretty much November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I told you all about my co-worker Mersey from Cameroon. Novemeber 2nd will be exactly 1 whole year of her being in "America" as she would say. She let it known to us over and over and over, lol. That's cute. I have heard many stories of some of my friends journey from Africa to America. Man! I can't even imainge. Most of them were cultured shocked, lol. Adjusting to this American lifestyle can be challenging. Especially when others (Americans) don't understand the culutre so they revert to teasing and mocking. I remember when African students would come to our school. Oooooo! They got teased, stared at, laughed at and ignored, absolutely no love. I would hate that! And didn't understand why. I do rememeber someone saying, "what you don't understand, you mistreat." Something like that. So true. The name calling was a drag. I would cringe hearing that stupid offensive phrase, yup, everyone should know it, "african monkey booty scratcher". You would think it's the white people doing the name calling. NOPE, I'm so embrassed and ashamed that it's us, blacks, &lt;em&gt;my head is down. &lt;/em&gt;Me being very shy, not having a strong personality and being in fear of getting beat up, I wouldn't say anything. But when I got older, my voice was heard loud and clear in the defense of my African sister or brother. The key for me was to turn the coarse joke back on them but worse to the point where the whole class would let out a big, "OOOOOOO", or they would start laughing at the bully.   I thank my loud, ghetto, 'get-in-your-face', sassy mouth, don't give a d.... classmates for that.  I was in 8th, and 9-10th grade at the time when boldness came over me, still shy, but bold.  After situations like that would happen, then classmates would have a little respect to our non American classmates and would leave them alone.  Why does it have to take all of that?  Why is it when you put someone in their place, they now behave? Why did I get off the subject of Mersey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me being me.  I felt that I should get her something special.  I want Mersey to have as many good memories in America as she can.  I have no clue what she went through getting here.  I wanted it to be something she can use and cherish.  So I got her a necklace with her name on it. I wanted to get her earrings too, but my funds wouldn't allow it, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter who is like a brother to her or father figure (not really to be real) is also from Cameroon, and he told me that Mersey has been through a lot.  He just kept saying, "people don't know what she has been through, that's why she acts out sometimes." YES people, this chick does act out like crazy!   However, I look pass the questionable behavior and see what God sees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know her personal whereabouts, but God knew.  This was after I put the order in for her necklace.  When he told me, I was all the more happy that I was getting the gift for her.  It was like confirmation of what the Lord put on my heart to do.  I also brought her a big chocolate candy bar (she loves dark chocolate), and I wanted to get her a calling card so she can call back home, but I haven't been to the African store yet.  I did get her a heart felt card.  When I read it in Wal-Mart, it was as if God was saying, "this is the card to get for her."  I want Mersey to know that someone does care and love her.  She's not alone in this 'America' and to know that God has an awesome plan for her life.  I am proud that she went to school for nursing and finally after a year, found a nursing position 3 weeks ago!  We thought she was going to leave the factory job, but she is going to stay a little longer to make extra money.  When she told me that she got hired at the nursing home, I was jumping around hugging her.  She was laughing the whole time.  So proud of her.  I want her to know that I see her as a sister and that she can always call me no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is.  I can't wait to give it to her.  Actually, I want to give the gift now, but I'll wait on her anniversary, Nov. 2nd.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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_5398124191285152786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sun9Wfr-jBI/AAAAAAAACAk/j4O3hU5PK0Y/s320/100_3162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/4537682716107801530-3350191042392759742?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3350191042392759742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3350191042392759742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-1st-year-anniversary-in-america.html' title='Happy 1st Year Anniversary in America, Mersey!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SunsHp0khUI/AAAAAAAACAc/jpZPx9yKdbA/s72-c/100_3161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-9123003848459535246</id><published>2009-10-27T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:30:44.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What kind of question is, "are you and your husband still married?"&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This only leads me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt;.  Why?  Is there a reason why we shouldn't be married?  Is there something I don't know about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy who asked me used to go to the same school that my husband works at.  He knows nothing about our marriage.  Was my husband displaying some type of behavior that I should be concerned about?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, this person didn't know anything about our marriage.  Matter of fact, someone else asked me the very same question when I moved back to Delaware.  I didn't know how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt;.  I just looked puzzled and said, "yes".  They replied, "oh" as if they were disappointed or were waiting to be 'next top wife' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  What the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand those type questions.  Next time, I will ask "WHY?" Then I will say, "do you want him?"  Seriously, I will ask that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep Chioma in your prayers.  She is a blogger '&lt;a href="http://chiomamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Proud Naija Wife and Mother'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Her mother passed away this month.  May God keep her and her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-9123003848459535246?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9123003848459535246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9123003848459535246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-kind-of-question-is-are-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2219509785672419412</id><published>2009-10-26T15:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:36:58.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry list for 2010'/><title type='text'>Laundry List For 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SuYIVEa-VmI/AAAAAAAACAE/RCUA-mhxMaM/s1600-h/k0348480.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SuYIVEa-VmI/AAAAAAAACAE/RCUA-mhxMaM/s320/k0348480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397010361507272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe that 2010 is only two months away.  I do not want another year to go by without anything to show for.  Enough is enough!  I'm not getting any younger and I need to have some major accomplishments done or in the process.&lt;div&gt;Several weeks ago I wrote out of list of things I wanted to accomplish or get/buy/have.  I must stick to this list.  Buy the end of 2010, I want to have been able to check off everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enroll in the Master's Program for Community Counseling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start sewing again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up my sewing studio in the basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a mannequin (hopefully from a yard sale)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my daughter started on her perfume and accessory line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take piano and voice lessons again (I can play very well, but I want to learn other songs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a sign language class &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy my Mercedes Benz 430 S class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my business license for my non-profit organization I have started&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to my 10 year college reunion in Nov.  I want to be looking HOT! Lol!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invest in Indian remy hair.  That stuff is expensive, but last forever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start working on my business plan for my boutique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start designing the logo and design of the inside of the boutique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More involved in church activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big family trip (Disney cruise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it.  If I can at least complete half of the list, then I'm good and will continue to work on the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward to sewing again and making cute tops.  I love the fabric store and can't wait to set up my sewing studio.  I want it to be chic, funky and modern.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your to-do-list for 2010?  If you do share, let me know, I would love to read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2219509785672419412?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2219509785672419412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2219509785672419412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/laundry-list-for-2010.html' title='Laundry List For 2010'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SuYIVEa-VmI/AAAAAAAACAE/RCUA-mhxMaM/s72-c/k0348480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-549264075606767616</id><published>2009-10-24T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:56:49.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Is Ready!</title><content type='html'>I know I said I will be opening the new blog (my weight loss journey) Sunday, but you know. I have decided to go on and open it. I will be weighing myself every Sunday but I won't report it til Monday. So that's why I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilostitfinally.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Different Me&lt;/a&gt; is now officially open to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy as you watch my transformation in losing weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-549264075606767616?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/549264075606767616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/549264075606767616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog-is-ready.html' title='New Blog Is Ready!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-352794700352515865</id><published>2009-10-23T13:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:11:54.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey lovely peoples!&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to update twice this week, but as you can see, NADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang on work.  Besides, I have been working on the new blog for the longest.  Omg!  The time I have put into it, you would think that I'm getting paid.  Just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that I will be opening the new blog on Sunday.  It's my weight loss journey. It will be my online journal.  My ups, my downs, progress, recipes, and whatever else I'm going through.  When I do reach my weight loss goal, then my next goal will be to maintain and continue my healthy eating.  I look forward to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never revealed myself like this before, so it's something really new to me.  It's going to be new terrorities, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm looking for another job.  The one I have pay little to nothing, but I'm still thankful for it. We work hard 6 days out the week and get paid less then $8.00/hour.  Yes, I said it, less then $8!  I was desperate  and needed something right then and there, so that is why I took the job.  Now, enough is enough.  The Lady would like to get out of this debt, put money aside for family trips, and still shop on the side.  Shoot!  I want to feel like a lady again and have my nails done and my waxing treatments.  I know it's coming and I pray it's sooner then I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working in a factory working like a slave is not the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all enjoy your weekend and I will post again to let you all know when the new blog is open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-352794700352515865?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/352794700352515865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/352794700352515865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-lovely-peoples-i-was-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2626199557506296102</id><published>2009-10-19T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:49:25.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Stylfbw2LiI/AAAAAAAABx8/GnF8paNLoPU/s1600-h/100_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394368413130173986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Stylfbw2LiI/AAAAAAAABx8/GnF8paNLoPU/s320/100_3110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol, check out my chip polish.  I know, I know....shhhhh....be nice, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man! You guys probably thought I fell off the wagon with this whole losing weight thing right?! Not! Playtime is over. Ok! Remember my last weigh in? It was exactly 200.lbs. Remember how I was whining and crying about being out of the 200's...it seem like I was stuck for a while. Readers, followers, commenter's, anonymous people, heheeeee, I'm now 188.8! I lost 12lbs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, wait. I know the scale says 189. Here is the deal. When I weighed myself first thing Sunday morning, the scale said 187.8, then I did it again but the next time it said 188.8. I was like, "Nooooo!" So I hopped on the scale again and it said 189.8! I hate digital scales sometimes! Each time I had the camera in my hand ready to take a pic, but because the camera is low on batteries, it kept shutting off!!!! So I was unable to take the pic of the scale saying 187! So when I tried again, the same thing happened, but the scale now said 188 and I was HOT! So why now I did it the third time, the stupid camera finally kept a little bit of juice and I took the pic, but only for the scale to say 189! I'm thinking that my readers are going to think I'm lying if I told them 187 with no proof, lol. So you know what, out of all those 3 different readings, I'm picking 188lbs although it says 189lbs. You lovely people do see that I'm out of the 200's FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can fit into my size 14 jeans! They are a little tight, but it's appropriate to still wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what. I have started another blog, lol. I'm very sure this will be the very last one. This blog is about my weight loss journey from a size 20 to a size 9. I will have before and after pics, stats, eating tips (what helped me), and everything about ME! I should call it "All about Me" lol. I will be having pics of my target/goal outfits and so much more. Hopefully the blog will be done the end of this month. It's taking longer since I don't have a scanner home, but my sister does so I will be using hers. So stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, everyone enjoy your week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2626199557506296102?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2626199557506296102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2626199557506296102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/weigh-in.html' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Stylfbw2LiI/AAAAAAAABx8/GnF8paNLoPU/s72-c/100_3110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8716988298962343675</id><published>2009-10-15T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:16:02.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Learned From Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SteCzIA-CwI/AAAAAAAABvQ/0zz70xdXoQ0/s1600-h/tog010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392922893635947266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SteCzIA-CwI/AAAAAAAABvQ/0zz70xdXoQ0/s320/tog010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;TemmyTayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things I have learned from marriage. I know there are more, but here are the ones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. It's not about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. It's not half you are suppose to be giving, it's 100. I used to have the 50/50 mentality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Rice is not mandatory with every meal. My husband is from the south and so are my parents. Growing up, we ate rice everyday. I vowed I wouldn't have rice that often. To my surprise, I married a country boy who thinks rice is esstenial with every meal. HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I realized that being single is the best status state when young.  You can discover the world, go and do things at liberty.  Unfortunately I discovered this after I got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We are one. My thoughts are his thoughts and vice versa. One time I went to the grocery store and brought several items.  Later when he got off of work, he brought the very same items.  We have done that many times.  Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Being patience with my spouse. So many times I was ready to throw in the towel and call it quits! But God kept giving me grace and the want to be patience with husband. Afterall, isn't God patience with us? And how long has God been waiting on us.....yearrrsssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Marriage brought out the best and worst in me. There were things in me that I didn't even know, good and bad, but I'm much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I snap at my hubby sometimes out of past hurts. But I have gotten much better and barely snap at all...Yahhh, thank you Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Can't always get what you want, when you want it! Sex, money, shopping, traveling, affection, etc..., but when you get it, it is all the more special because it was long awaited for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I didn't know marriage was so much hard work and it's a team effort! There is no "i" in TEAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know after I publish this post, that's when all of others things I learned from marriage will pop in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are married and would like to do this tag, please let me know, so I can read yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-8716988298962343675?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8716988298962343675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8716988298962343675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-i-learnt-from-marriage.html' title='10 Things I Learned From Marriage'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SteCzIA-CwI/AAAAAAAABvQ/0zz70xdXoQ0/s72-c/tog010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4523884429481293306</id><published>2009-10-13T17:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:04:42.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Ho If I Accept Money From A Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/StTu2yR73lI/AAAAAAAABt4/KPhE7SD7wUw/s1600-h/k0559051.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/StTu2yR73lI/AAAAAAAABt4/KPhE7SD7wUw/s320/k0559051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392197278846672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Haitian guy at my job always had an eye for me since I have been working there. He's about 50+ years and his name is Julian. He's cool but he would be begging for my cell phone number which I don't have. I told him I would give him my house number, but because he knew I was married he would always decline and ask for the cell. Ha! Apparently his intentions with me were unpure, lol. I would always asked did he have a wife and he said no. Months later after he saw I wasn't giving in, he pulled out of his wallet a picture of his wife and son who are in Hati. WHAT?! So you ARE married! I hate that!!! Why did you deny your wife and child? Oh, Julian can barely speak english. His favorite phrase is, "what you say?" or "humph". I fussed at him and when I did, it was like water on a duck's back. He didn't care.&lt;div&gt;Julian and I were cool after that. I would sometimes share my food or drink with him. He loves eating my roasted peanuts. Sometimes I would have small talk with him. Had to be small because he knew very few words, but our body language did most of the communicating. Not to long ago he asked me in his best english to teach him english. I was touched! Awww! I would have loved too, but I didn't have the time. I felt bad, but he understood. I even gave him a big hug. He told me that he will be moving his family to NY and go back to school. Julian kept saying how I was nice to him at work. I thought nothing of it, I was just being me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last week when we went on break, Julian was standing near the bathroom. We spoke like always and he held his hand out to slap my hand (you know kinda like a hi-five but it was side ways). I smacked his hand back and in the process Julian released some paper in my hand. I didn't know what it was until I looked and it was money. WHAT THE HECK?!!? ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!? Talk about mixed emotions and confused! He smiled at me and said, "for you". I was trying to see how much but how it was folded unable me and I didn't want anyone to see either because I was trying to be discreet. I kept telling Julian, "no, no, I'm ok, no, no, that was nice, but no.!" He asked if I was sure. Honestly, I could used it for gas. We are going through hard times right now. Asking money from my husband is like pulling teeth. Anyway, I politely turned down the offer and was in disbelief that happen to me. OMG, does he think I'm a ho, whore, slut, prostitute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later was looking for Peter, from Cameroon, my buddy at the job and my go-to guy. I told him everything. He fell out laughing in disbelief. Guys, I was insulted big time! I was humiliated too! In between laughs, Peter said that if it's a good amount then that's a good thing, but just politely turn Julian down and let him know that I'm not that kind of girl. Peter just kept laughing and then when he finally got himself together he asked, "how much did he give you?" "I didn't know Peter cuz I didn't get to look at it." Peter kept saying how I should have looked to see the amount. He said that if Julian gave me a $100 then that was a good amount and a compliment, but if he gave less then that then it's an insult. Peter kept urging me that I should have found out. After a while, I wanted to know too. A lady like me who likes style and bling would probably pull in a pretty penny, right? I told Peter (he's also a supervisor) I was leaving the line to talk to Julian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to 'get some water' and I knew Julian would be coming in that area. He saw me and smiled and I thanked him again, and asked him how much was he giving me and why/for what? Julian said it was $10. A whole $10. I can't even get a refill for my nails, I can't even pay a bill and I can't even treat my kids to a Happy Meal at McDonalds! I wish I could add another "0". He looked me in my eyes and spoke the best english ever. Basically he said that I am always nice, kind, and accepting of him. He said that I was the only one here in the states that befriended him. He went on and said how my kindness and niceness touched him and he considers me as a real friend. Then he said that if there is anything that I may need to let him know and that he would take care of me. Julian said he is well aware of my family, but he kept saying no matter how much money I need, he will try and provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel bad. I thought he was giving me money to have sex with me. You know, his side ho, mistress. This old man was being an uncle or a pop pop to me. He didn't want to do the nasty (I say that with my eyebrow raised...), though I'm sure he'll attempt later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went back to Peter and gave him the verdict. Peter gave me the look, and I said ,"$10". He said in his strong accent, "I will go over dey an punch him in dey face." I laughed and told Peter that it wasn't like that. Julian was thanking me and that was his way of saying he appreciated my friendship. Peter said that was sweet of him. I was feeling hurt and disappointed. $10, that's it?! At least $50! Oh well. Of course I told my hubby and we laughed. I could tell hubby was glad I didn't accept it. I told hubby that I did need gas money the day before and if I still needed it, then I was going to accept it and pay him back later. I could tell my hubby didn't approve, but sometimes you have to put fire under their butts. Guys, I really wasn't going to take it but if it was a $100, then can you say, shopping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4523884429481293306?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4523884429481293306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4523884429481293306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-ho-if-i-accept-money-from-man.html' title='Am I A Ho If I Accept Money From A Man?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/StTu2yR73lI/AAAAAAAABt4/KPhE7SD7wUw/s72-c/k0559051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2679625751521636329</id><published>2009-10-11T15:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:31:59.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbling'/><title type='text'>RANDOM STUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I didn't forget about the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fatbusters&lt;/span&gt; Weight lost.  I did tell you all that I was going to start weighing in again the end of Aug.  Well, it's October, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Last weigh in I was at 200 lb on the nose.  Stay tuned, I will be weighing in this Sunday coming.  I have even given myself a deadline (again).  Scroll down and check out the countdown counter on the right.  I will be posting before and after pics too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;One of my co-workers got a job in her field, nursing.  Mersey is from Cameroon and only have been here in the states for 11 months.  She's 28 years old and doesn't have a boyfriend yet.  I see nothing wrong with that.  However, the other co-workers (Haitians and Africans) are fussing over this.  It was the hot topic Friday night.  They just kept saying, "you are 28 years old, you are not even married, why don't you have a boyfriend, you need a boyfriend, we have to find you a boyfriend, this doesn't look right, blah, blah, blah...."  I'm thinking, 'what the heck?'  Is it really that serious?  I even asked why was the pressure on for her when it is okay for the man to not be married or without girlfriend if he was 28 years old.  They just kept saying, "because, because," but no real answer.  I didn't like how they were beating up on her with this pressure.  So I said, 'Mersey, when the time comes it will be, but no rush.  Get situated with your life."  She just got her driver license, she needs to buy a car, get her own place and go back to school to get her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.'  I'm very sure while she is doing these things, Mr. Right will be introduced to her.  November 2, will be her 1st year anniversary of being in the states.  So I brought her a gold plate necklace with her name on it.  I hope she likes it.  I see her like a sister.  Another co-worker and I  agreed to take Mersey out since she will no longer be working with us.  I asked Mersey did she want Japanese food, Chinese food, Italian, Caribbean, Nigerian, Indian and she replied "no" to all of them.  I was frustrated, what else could there be?  So I asked, "what do you want?"  Mersey said in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;african&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; accent, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hambuger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; or pizza."  I fell out laughing and felt foolish.  She already picked up bad American eating habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Church was good as always today.  Near the end the Pastor instructed us to ask the person next/near us if they needed prayer or if they were saved.  Now people, I hate this.  Honestly, today I didn't want to be bothered.  I just wanted to be left alone.  My husband was urging me to ask this lady if she needed prayer.  I gave him 'the look' and told him to ask himself.  God, forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Back to the weight lost.  I am in between sizes.  My old size clothing is way too big.  If I wear it, I look sick or I look like I borrowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; clothes.  The new size is too tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.  I look like a stuff sausage.   I'm not buying a in between size, that's money being wasted when I will lose the rest of the weight soon.  A good 10 lbs will able me to wear a comfortable size 14 and I so look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what a 'Happy Ending' is?  I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Khole&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kourtney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kardashian&lt;/span&gt; show yesterday.  They were at a spa enjoying a full body massage.  I so wish I could do that on a regular basis!  Well silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Khole&lt;/span&gt; asks her sister is she getting a 'happy ending' since some spas provides these services.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kourtney&lt;/span&gt; laughed and said no.  Later during the massage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Khole&lt;/span&gt; told her sis to put her cell phone between her legs so that could be her 'happy ending'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, so now I'm thinking.......is that what I think it really is?  I busted out my laptop and quickly googled it.  Needless to say I was right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, what is this world coming to. A 'Happy Ending' is a sexual service provided at certain spas.  They will massage your clitoris so you can have an orgasm. WOW! They also do men. I was reading stories from blogs, articles, and people's personal experience with a happy ending.  Majority (if not all) of them said the same thing.  They felt violated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, and weird.  This one lady said that the guy also gave her a breast massage too. I won't go into detail.  I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; opening my crotch to a man, especially a woman, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; God!  To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;perform&lt;/span&gt; a sexual favor.  Some of the stories were funny because they didn't know that a happy ending came with the massage package they got.  Most of the customers thought they were being raped, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pranked&lt;/span&gt;, but yet they all said that they didn't want the masseuse to stop touching them.  After the orgasm, all of the customers said how they couldn't look in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;massager's&lt;/span&gt; eyes or the receptionist to thank them.  They pretty much looked down because of shame.  Even if you don't believe in God, that ought to tell you that it's wrong.  I would be shame too.  So when a guy says he loves getting a massage at the spa....ask him does he get a "happy ending." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:11px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2679625751521636329?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2679625751521636329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2679625751521636329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-stuff.html' title='RANDOM STUFF'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4142948859846734547</id><published>2009-10-07T17:13:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:14:57.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 Post'/><title type='text'>100th POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0TZGttFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/Lj3szWzLt5A/s1600-h/k0912378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389985651052319810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0TZGttFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/Lj3szWzLt5A/s320/k0912378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0OIzfPBNI/AAAAAAAABso/4tf91a2cCVc/s1600-h/k0489665.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0JzTLBwyI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ngZBcF0l8Xs/s1600-h/k0489665.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/78f74707ae8f228f89bd42a779c2d478.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/fa6c762748836675ebb7ee8c5059da60.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; blog post is dedicated to God and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I reached my 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post. I thought this day would never come! I started blogging in Jan. 2007 and now 3 years later I finally reached my 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post. Yes, that long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, thank you for giving me grace and vision for all of the blogs you have placed in my heart. Lord, without your vision, I would have not been able to make this happen. I truly take delight in each one. I love you! It does my heart good when readers can take something from it and use it on their journey. I know how it feels when you have problems, issue or concern and no one can help or you don't want them to know. Thank you God for Blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389977737305173602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0MMdtWrmI/AAAAAAAABsg/MnOzLQT44_Q/s320/n783422812_5848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I personally thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; for inspiring me to blog. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; is like a brother to me. We met in the 'ghana.co.uk.net' chat room years ago. What made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; stand out from the rest was he invited me into his world with no hidden agenda. Later, he was put on by a friend to blog and he was trying to get me to blog also. I always declined, but was always reading his blogs and leaving comments. Because we no longer did the 'chat room thingy,' blogging was perfect because I was able to catch up with his life events on my own personal time. I even remember clearly the day he started his own photography business and met his wife. He was beyond happy and I was happy for him. I even had the privilege to speak with his sweet wife Jennifer. Before I forget, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwak&lt;/span&gt; is the corporate of my wedding website fetish. All his fault. YUP! He started by letting me view his wedding photos and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slide shows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; steady attempt to get me blogging (one year later), I finally did. He was actually my very first "follower". Matter of fact, he was my only follower for the longest. We stayed in touch via blogging, but as his life kept prospering with a new wife, new house, new baby, traveling to Ghana, business picking up, etc., &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; closed his blog. I was devastated!!!! He was pretty much the main reason why I started. How could he leave me in this cold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogworld&lt;/span&gt; by myself. No one knew me and I don't know anyone in Blogville, but he did. So whoever left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt; a comment, I would go to their blog, read, and leave a comment. Long story short, Lady A was somewhat well known in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogworld&lt;/span&gt; community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasoned changed and so has my life. Looking back at the very first post, I can see that I have grown and healed from life's pain.When I first started blogging, I was using a dim, gloomy pictures which were pretty much representing how I felt. I didn't know it at the time. But as time went on, and me allowing God's healing process to take it's place, those gloomy pictures were being replaced with beautiful vibrant pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, other blogs were born due to the inspiration of my life events. &lt;a href="http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Single or Married,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mmmmmtasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Recipes that Make You Go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://neverthirst01.blogspot.com/"&gt;Words Of Inspiration&lt;/a&gt;, and the baby of the blogs, my favorite, &lt;a href="http://goldenwivesclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Golden Wives Club&lt;/a&gt;! See what you did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick shout: If you are in the Maryland, Virginia, and DC area and looking for a professional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; for any special occasions check out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwaku's&lt;/span&gt; site, &lt;a href="http://www.simplicityphotos.net/home/"&gt;Simplicity Photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had done a numerous amount of weddings and other special engagements.&lt;br /&gt;Kwaku and I keep in contact via &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal THANK YOU to my husband for helping me out with the music for my blogs. Plenty of nights where I would need help finding the right song for a blog and my husband would deliver! Thanks for your patience when I would be blogging for hours. That is what your PS3 is for! Thank you babe, love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All who read my blogs, I personally thank each and everyone of you. Whether you leave a comment or not, THANK YOU! I pray a special blessing over each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;I write not for the comments or attention but for my own personal growth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next?! Stay tuned as I continue my way to the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still updating my blog page. Due to new template, all of my blog list was erased and I'm starting from scratch. I'm trying remember all....HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0JLd_FQKI/AAAAAAAABr4/2jt4pLUuUGk/s1600-h/k0489665.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0JFcXZqFI/AAAAAAAABrw/1EdTN9eDp-s/s1600-h/k0912378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4537682716107801530-4142948859846734547?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4142948859846734547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4142948859846734547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-100th-blog-post-is-dedicated-to.html' title='100th POST'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ss0TZGttFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/Lj3szWzLt5A/s72-c/k0912378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5611252835442993326</id><published>2009-10-03T20:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:28:00.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can The Ghanaians Redeem Theirselves With the Wedding Websites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ssf431HFfuI/AAAAAAAABmQ/VeYK4WfRys0/s1600-h/med_0w3z7p5wg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ssf431HFfuI/AAAAAAAABmQ/VeYK4WfRys0/s320/med_0w3z7p5wg5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388549117205380834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ssf0ZuuCq7I/AAAAAAAABmI/D5krqigMnpY/s1600-h/fam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ssf0ZuuCq7I/AAAAAAAABmI/D5krqigMnpY/s320/fam.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388544202047138738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SsfymdnRtBI/AAAAAAAABmA/aERUmfbFigg/s1600-h/spacer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SsfymdnRtBI/AAAAAAAABmA/aERUmfbFigg/s320/spacer.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388542221770404882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still disappointed in the Ghanaian wedding websites I saw.  I know there are better ones out there somewhere in cyber space.  Come on Ghana!  You guys are the Motherland of Africa! Nigeria being the Fatherland of Africa is no match, but you all should at least be right behind them in the wedding website department.  Ghanaians, take no offense, I was just hoping to see some awesome pics, stories and the tradition of it all.  So I again, went searching and after being on my laptop for hours I only found 3 decent Ghanaian wedding websites.  They are still no match with the Nigerians, but I guess it's sorta a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I doing this...ehem....you all know my addiction, wedding websites, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check them out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.bdpwedding.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ebiandzena.weddingwindow.com/index.cfm?fa=welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.yawandmonique.com/howwemet.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.rossoscarknightphotography.net/search?q=ghana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone know any Nigerian or Ghanaian, even Indian wedding websites, let me know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-5611252835442993326?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5611252835442993326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5611252835442993326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-ghanaians-redeem-theirselves-with.html' title='Can The Ghanaians Redeem Theirselves With the Wedding Websites?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Ssf431HFfuI/AAAAAAAABmQ/VeYK4WfRys0/s72-c/med_0w3z7p5wg5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-6480763226854433045</id><published>2009-10-02T08:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:37:24.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghanaian wedding websites'/><title type='text'>Ghanaian Wedding Websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SsYAWSNcIvI/AAAAAAAABl4/JZ_sBxjSeTA/s1600-h/pict1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SsYAWSNcIvI/AAAAAAAABl4/JZ_sBxjSeTA/s320/pict1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387994387040707314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember a year (or 2) ago I was asking for Ghanaian wedding websites?  Needless to say, I found it!&lt;div&gt;You know I'm going to share.  I do remember a while back I found the site, but lost/forgot the site.  Last night I did some searching again thanks to google and VIOLA!  Got it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only complaint about these wedding websites are that they are cookie cutter.  Meaning they are all the same format.  The first picture is always the car.   The story line is very short and not much detail, ie, "Boy meets girl at church, girl likes boy, they become friends and two years later they get married. The End."  I enjoy seeing the preparation of the bride and other personal events, ie, bridal shower, engagement ceremony, etc... but they didn't show that (as if they had too, lol).  Also, just about all of the pics didn't show the first kiss.  They just hugged as if it is forbidden to kiss in the church or in front of others.  I believe one did show them actually kissing and when they did, I was like, "ohh my gosh, they kissed!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it just goes to show that everyone does it differently.  I do have a question if someone can answer.  Is it mandatory for the bride to wear those white gloves or wrist bands?  I think all but one Ghanaian bride wore it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/marcuswedsmay/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/andrewwedsyvonne/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/deswedsgloria/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/michaelwedsama/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/gideonwedssylvia/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/edemwedsalice/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/kwadwowedsabena/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/philipwedsvic/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/samwedstwumwa/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/reywedsnancy/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/delwedssylvia/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/franklinwedsamma/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/franciswedsfatima/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.ayeforo.com/yawwedsanyele/index.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-6480763226854433045?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6480763226854433045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6480763226854433045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghanaian-wedding-websites.html' title='Ghanaian Wedding Websites'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SsYAWSNcIvI/AAAAAAAABl4/JZ_sBxjSeTA/s72-c/pict1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4301265782148792119</id><published>2009-09-23T16:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:06:36.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding website'/><title type='text'>My Cousin's Wedding Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrqSb37FoRI/AAAAAAAABjI/nA8-EXZT-C8/s1600-h/200316648-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384777312040755474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrqSb37FoRI/AAAAAAAABjI/nA8-EXZT-C8/s320/200316648-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is too cute. I have been watching everyone elses wedding website and I just recieve a note on Facebook of my cousin's T.J. wedding website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too thrilled. He will be getting married to his true love March 6, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as you all know, I am a Nigerian Wedding Website Junkie like no other. The colors, geles, music (I love the song Oloo Mi by Tosin Martins and No One Be Like You, lol), and the culture of everything is AMAZING! Nigerians put their all and all into it. From unique creative wedding cakes to spraying, I love it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, because we (T.J. and I) are American, I can't expect that his wedding website will be the bomb. Americans don't have that flair and funk, but I have seen that we try to step our game up, but still no match with the Nigerians. No need to even compare my cousin's website to a Naija wedding website. It would be a disgrace, lol. However! On the other hand, it is the story that makes their wedding website special. How they met is truly God send and amazing! You all have to read this story. It seems as though God took T.J's hand and his this girfriend -to- be hand and literally put it together. That what makes this wedding website special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has something special for each and every one of you, don't give up. He also have many blessings for you on this journey of life.  Receive by faith and don't allow the devil to steal your joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/pwp2/view/MemberPage.aspx?coupleid=4394704922974176&amp;amp;pid=133869"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/pwp2/view/MemberPage.aspx?coupleid=4394704922974176&amp;amp;pid=133869&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-4301265782148792119?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4301265782148792119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4301265782148792119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cousins-wedding-website.html' title='My Cousin&apos;s Wedding Website'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrqSb37FoRI/AAAAAAAABjI/nA8-EXZT-C8/s72-c/200316648-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7065542296422718586</id><published>2009-09-23T14:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:29:36.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrpxubW4xrI/AAAAAAAABjA/k5u4Sdq0wkE/s1600-h/ZZ044042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384741346906523314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrpxubW4xrI/AAAAAAAABjA/k5u4Sdq0wkE/s320/ZZ044042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I was going to set the Golden Wives Club blog back to private when summer is over. Well summer is over and guess what! I will keep it open instead of private. Why? Because more are reading then when what I anticipated. I purposely kept a counter down at the bottom of the blog to keep track of how many were probably reading. Well, since I had it open at all, there have been approximately 15-75 readers every other day. I remember one day there was close to a hundred that stopped by the blog, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If set on private, then I am only allowed 100 guest with their emails. That's too many emails to be asking for and keeping track of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we now have a couple of men reading! We wives most definitely want their opinions and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I will keep it open. I want all to read, enjoy and take whatever they can from the blog on their journey of wife hood.&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7065542296422718586?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7065542296422718586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7065542296422718586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SrpxubW4xrI/AAAAAAAABjA/k5u4Sdq0wkE/s72-c/ZZ044042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2608454115974262227</id><published>2009-09-14T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:41:58.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peer pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex balloon game'/><title type='text'>Peer Pressure At 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sq5TO7RSjYI/AAAAAAAABhA/wz25v5XAOEY/s1600-h/k0976899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381330120647806338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sq5TO7RSjYI/AAAAAAAABhA/wz25v5XAOEY/s320/k0976899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought peer pressure was over when I left high school and college. I felt like that young girl in school being pressured over some nonsense all over again at this party my husband and I went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my husband's cousin surprise birthday party which was okay. Before I get started, this was my ONLY night off from work from 3rd shift, so I already was tired and wanted to stay home, eat ice cream and watch movies with the family. I say the party was ok because we were instructed to be there on time, before the birthday girl arrives. So we did. I had in my mind that everything would be ready and set when we got there. Not! When we arrived to the hostess house, she was still cooking wearing her dirty sweats, hair and face not done. I was thinking, "what the heck?!" I hate this people. I guess I'm getting older because my tolerance level for these things are very low now. If you tell me to be somewhere for a party or what have you and you are not ready yourself, I will get a little sour. Now I'm reasonable, if something came up or emergency, then that's different. I have heart people, but you get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say the party didn't start til an hour later of the schedule time. Black people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing the host's friend wanted to do was for everyone to take a shot. I don't drink people and guess what, neither does the Birthday girl. So who's idea was this? The DRINKERS! Which is fine and I'm not bashing them, but heck, do that at YOUR party. They tried to force me and the birthday girl to take a nasty shot of Bacardi 151 and some other crap. It was a game where everyone gets a number and if the host pulls your number then you have to take a shot. They did this every 7 mins. Everyone participated but birthday girl, my hubby and I. The biggest guy at the party was choking and tapping out with water filled in his eyes. He called it paint remover. He couldn't even talk. I was thinking, "ok people, you guys find what joy in this?" Is it just me bloggers, readers, anonymous? Everyone was laughing at the foolishness of someone else witnessing taking this nasty potion . Some were running to the sink to put water in their mouth or guzzling down Red Bull to knock of the pain and some even were chopping down on sub sandwiches to soak up the poison out of their throat. This one lady was sucking lemons with Margarita salt to "put her throat back to pieces" as she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was not the peer pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381347257474699218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sq5i0a7NT9I/AAAAAAAABhI/IGn8o5DPlmU/s320/FAA030000394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was this game...this sex game they all wanted us to participate in using the balloons. Already I'm thinking, "ohhh lorddd."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game goes like this. You and your partner take a balloon and try to pop them in sexual positions, BUT you have to do it in a certain order. Now usually God always bails me out of stupid stuff like this and right when hubby and I were about to leave the party someone yelled out, "when are we going to do the balloon game!" Dang it! That's when they told us we couldn't leave until we do the game. So hubby and I asked to see how it goes. The host and her boyfriend demonstrated. In front of everyone, he took a chair and sat down with the balloon on his crotch. She sat on the balloon bouncing up and down trying to pop it...ok, funny yet nasty....then they got up and face each other chest to chest with the balloon in the middle trying to pop it, ok, whatever....the next position was too much....then he bent her over (like doggy style) and had the balloon as if it was his penis, thrusting her hard trying to pop the balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done people! When they were doing this, everyone was yelling, "ohhhhh, woooowww, aahhhhh." I felt so violated and defiled just from watching. No I'm not goody goody, but that was so not me. Then to make it all the more worse, they had a CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!! Ready to take pictures. WHAT THE HECK PEOPLE, ok, so let me get this straight.....you are going to take pictures of hubby and I groping over a balloon to post of Facebook, let's be real, they were going to post those pics somewhere. My hubby being a high school math teacher and I have a reputation to keep as a classy lady. HELL NO!!!!! I do mean hell no. What kind of fool do u think I am, HA! I know they meant well and weren't trying to sabotage us, but people, I'm thinking about the long haul of it all. One night of pleasure could be a lifetime of pain. I don't want my children or Church family, family finding crazy pics of me doing something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the story....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hubby was like, "ooo nooo, we're not doing that we already did before we came," and I just said, heck no and turned to walk out the living room. There was this mid size lady standing in the way and she told me that I was going to play the game. She put her arms up in a threatening way indicating that I wasn't going anywhere. Are you serious? For real, for real? It's like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I looked at her and said, "I'm not doing that!" She still wouldn't let up, so then I pretty much had to swoop by her and hubby was right behind me then, I noticed she didn't say anything when hubby was around. Crazy?! She later confessed that her and her boyfriend did the game and she had never felt so humiliated, embarrassed, and violated. SEE! That's what I was thinking. So why do you want me to participate? Would that make you feel better if I get on your level? Will that justify your doing? I was proud of myself standing for what I believe in. Because of that, tell me why no one participated in the game. Too funny, because that's when others were also confessing when they did the game before @ another party and how dirty they felt when they did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Girl was in another room sick. We believe that she is pregnant, lol. So she kinda missed out on the foolishness. It was ashame because her husband planned the birthday party for her. BTW, that wasn't even her style, that's why the party probably went a turn for the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you and not what others want you to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2608454115974262227?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2608454115974262227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2608454115974262227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/peer-pressure-at-30.html' title='Peer Pressure At 30'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sq5TO7RSjYI/AAAAAAAABhA/wz25v5XAOEY/s72-c/k0976899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1877259785440727779</id><published>2009-09-08T10:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:58:43.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was One Of The Winners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZxR61NXVI/AAAAAAAABew/IA9iCKn_hAc/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111357604781394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZxR61NXVI/AAAAAAAABew/IA9iCKn_hAc/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the contest of Best Ankara or African attire hosted by Ms. Iee and co-host YNC. Well any event I submitted my photo of me with a black and white ankara that was given to me from my bff's sister-in-law from Nigeria. Honestly people, I knew I didn't have a chance because I knew other fierce Naija ladies will have blown me out the water because this is their arena, lol. However I participated anyway for fun. I had nothing to lose. I explained to my husband the contest and asked him to take pictures of me and he did and I submitted them. Weeks later I was notified that I was one of the winners. I came in 2nd place and couldn't believe it. Just for me to come in at the top 5 would have done it for me. I was so SHOCK and surprised! Too tickled. Hubby rejoiced with me, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a choice of the prizes and I choose the make-up travel kit which I love so much. I received it in the mail a couple of days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ0a0ljeRI/AAAAAAAABfA/VEhlx1hdrNg/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379114809082214674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ0a0ljeRI/AAAAAAAABfA/VEhlx1hdrNg/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379113962591648866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZzpjKefGI/AAAAAAAABe4/y1BWEFDdQYA/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" /&gt; It has 2 compartments. The first compartment are the eye shadows, pic on the right. Second compartment have the lip colors, bronzer, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;translucent, lip/eye liners, and make-up applicators. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I opened up the bottom compartment, there were some more goodies to indulge in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ6OHQFlVI/AAAAAAAABfI/k1udB5KbUoM/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121187823916370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ6OHQFlVI/AAAAAAAABfI/k1udB5KbUoM/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 sets of lashes...much needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-China Glaze nail polish called Avalanche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Flora perfume sample by Gucci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Murad Active Radiance Serum (I was in the sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Laura Geller spackle, under make-up primer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379124362224457282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ9G40J1kI/AAAAAAAABfY/7pxdtsvm5E4/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;Needless to say, I was happy!  Oh yeah, check out the stylish hot pink/fuchsia protective wrap.  My kids wanted to pop it all day, lol.  Sorry, I look a mess, but I was doing house cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZ6OHQFlVI/AAAAAAAABfI/k1udB5KbUoM/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-1877259785440727779?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1877259785440727779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1877259785440727779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-one-of-winners.html' title='I Was One Of The Winners!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SqZxR61NXVI/AAAAAAAABew/IA9iCKn_hAc/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-918669707039956732</id><published>2009-08-29T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:35:29.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I Was Tagged by YNC!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpnioURstJI/AAAAAAAABd4/6r5Q9MIhfKc/s1600-h/blogger%2Baward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375576812508984466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpnioURstJI/AAAAAAAABd4/6r5Q9MIhfKc/s320/blogger%2Baward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And I was tagged, so I have to share seven facts about myself which are listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I pick my navel just to smell it&lt;br /&gt;2. I eat just about anything&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoy other peoples' events more then my own&lt;br /&gt;4. I stay in the bathroom longer then what is needed just so I can talk to God&lt;br /&gt;5. I was born blind. Just know GOD HEALS, AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to help people, but sometimes I feel like I don't ever get back half of what I put out&lt;br /&gt;7. I see things before they happen...this has been ever since I was 3yrs. old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this blog award to anyone who wants to participate. Just let me know so I can read your facts about you. Would love to know, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-918669707039956732?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/918669707039956732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/918669707039956732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-tagged-by-ync.html' title='I Was Tagged by YNC!!!!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpnioURstJI/AAAAAAAABd4/6r5Q9MIhfKc/s72-c/blogger%2Baward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-6005600394575301865</id><published>2009-08-27T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:43:09.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpbuxViXezI/AAAAAAAABdg/mfbG9tnlZPY/s1600-h/k0228723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374745736675556146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpbuxViXezI/AAAAAAAABdg/mfbG9tnlZPY/s320/k0228723.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;a href="http://enkays-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Enkay's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran across this blog. Her title "Shoe Story" perked my interested for some of you all know that I am a shoe fanatic. I found myself laughing uncontrollably. I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time. I just wanted to share her story. I tried to leave her a comment, but for whatever reason it wouldn't allow me. Enkay, thanks for your the story, you had me laughing so hard with tears in my eyes. No more of Zeb's bright ideas. Thank you Enkay for the laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://enkays-space.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoe-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHOE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, it wasn’t such a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows that Fridays are dress-down days. You’re allowed to showcase a milder version of your traditional outfits. Ankara, Tie and Dye, Dry Lace, Java, Woodin, Akosombo…the list is endless. I already knew what I was going to wear the next day – my cute, yet-to-be-worn Java Gold skirt and blouse. It was stylish yet not too dressy at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of those who pick out all the clothes to be worn for the week every Sunday evening. I have it all set out to the littlest detail. When they’ve been ironed, they’d be hung in the wardrobe in the exact order in which they are to be worn. It made life easier and a lot less complicated. Besides, seeing as I hate ironing so much, it made sense to restrict ironing to one day each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can therefore imagine the extent to which my eyebrows were arched when my friend and colleague Zeb suggested that we dressed differently for the next day, Friday. Instead of the usual traditional look, why don’t we dress in sporty outfits? T-shirt, jeans and a pair of trainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Let’s do something different for a change!” He exclaimed when he saw the disapproving look on my face.“Okay” He continued, “do this for me just once and if you don’t like it, I swear, I’ll never suggest anything like this again”.I sighed and walked past him and then with a backward glance I told him to give me till the end of the day. He’d know my answer then and not a second before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that kept him off my back for the rest of the day. Zeb was such a nice guy that it’s really difficult to turn him down. It’s not that he was incapable of doing his own thing; he just felt that life was a lot better when shared. Why enjoy the ‘different’ look alone when we could both do it together? Yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing though on my mind was the fact that I didn’t have any respectable pair of trainers to my name. That was going to be my strongest point when I turned Zeb down at the close of work…What? Do you want me to come to work tomorrow in a pair of trainers that look like they’ve seen better days...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That argument remained intact in my mind until it was 15minutes to closing time. I don’t know what triggered that memory. I don’t know what brought it forward from my subconscious but suddenly, I was bubbling with excitement. My Sexy Grey Trainers! But of course!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn’t wait to get home. It’d been so long since I saw them trainers that I was nearly afraid someone had thrown them away. It had to be under the bed somewhere, it just had to be!My answer to Zeb was brief and clear. I’ll go along with this little scheme of yours if and only IF I find MSGT. I don’t care if you know what that stands for, just pray I find them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than an hour after I got home, the entire room which I shared with two other sisters of mine was in complete disarray. The mattresses had come off and I was struggling with the wooden bottom frames of the bed which supported the mattresses. Shoes were strewn everywhere, most of them old and covered in dust. My Sexy trainers had to be here somewhere! I was beginning to panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was another thirty minutes before I found them wrapped in a fancy colored polythene bag. Aha! I remembered that bag. And the shoes were in pristine condition just like they were when I’d wrapped them up 2 years before, or so I thought. My Sexy Grey Trainers at last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were my companion when I’d gone to Camp 2 years before. Someone had advised that I went with a pair of personal trainers because sometimes the white canvas given to corpers by the NYSC was usually oversize. True to form, when I got to camp, mine were like a pair of canoes on my feet. My trainers served me well. After camp I found not much use for them so I wrapped them up the bag, placed them under my bed and promptly forgot about them. Now they were going to serve me well again tomorrow when I and Zeb showed up at work dressed ‘differently’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday dawned bright and clear. I kept walking to and fro Zeb’s cubicle all morning. I couldn't’t believe he was late! Like a little girl, I wanted to show off my ‘dress’ and tell him how many approving looks I’d already received from the other guys just that morning alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I could hear his voice several cubicles from my own. I wasn’t going to wait for him to get to mine; I was going to meet him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up a little too quickly and dropped my pen. I bent to pick it up and that’s when I noticed for the first time dark circles of grey dust on the tiled floor. I bent lower to get a closer look. Did I pick something up on my way to work? No time for this now. I’ll sort it out later. Zeb was already on his way to my desk and I wanted to be ready, striking the right pose when he got there. And I did just in time! He even made me do the twirl as though I was showing off a ball gown instead of a pair of Jeans and a T-shirt. It was clear he liked what he saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn’t look bad himself and I told him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I see you found MSGT?” He said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yes! How did you know what it was?!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I don’t. You said you’ll go along with my scheme only if you found it”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh” I had on a sheepish grin as I raised my right foot while supporting myself against my desk “These are MSGT – My Sexy Grey Trainers!” I was laughing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just shook his head at me and was turning to leave when his eyes caught something on the floor next to my feet. I knew at once by the look on his face that he wasn’t trying to get an up-close view of my trainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked down and to my horror there was more of the grey dust smeared all over the area where I’d done the twirl. From his bending position Zeb looked up at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Raise your feet again” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did and he caught hold of my left foot and bent it in such a way as to get a view of the soles of my trainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What?!” I exclaimed questioningly as he shook his head at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I withdrew my foot from his hand and grabbed a hold of my shin so that I could raise my foot backwards and view it for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes widened as I saw that there were several holes on the soles of the trainers from where the grey dust flaked off.I raised the other foot and it was even worse. Some of the holes in this one had no more grey dust in them, they were empty. Empty holes!I quietly sat back down on my chair. The mirth of the last few minutes already forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was not good. Not good at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zeb knew enough to just leave me alone. I was sure I could make it to the end of the day without incident if I just sat at my desk.But I couldn’t very well just sit at my desk all day. I had to get lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, if I walked gently and slowly, the holes should hold.Zeb was being nice but I was suspicious. We were half way to the cafeteria and I’d been doing so well with my slow walk when suddenly “Plaat!” The sole at the tip of my right trainer split open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Zeb!” I yelped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stopped short and I stood still, pointing at my right foot. And you won’t believe what happened next.Zeb burst out laughing!He was laughing so hard that there were tears in his eyes when he finally got a hold of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Enkay, I’m sorry....hahahaha!.....I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you…hahahaha!...I swear, I’m just laughing at the trainers….I swear…hahaha!.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Msheeeeew! I just turned around and went back to my office. I’d reached my desk before I realized that I’d left quite a chunk of my right trainer sole in the elevator.And suddenly it all seemed really hilarious to me and I started laughing all by myself.My trainers were serving well me indeed! So much for my ‘different’ look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst was yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home, Zeb and I had to walk down the road to the bus stop to catch the bus.Every few steps had me leaving small chunks of my trainers behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever the bit came off, I’d say “Oops! There goes another sexy piece!” And we’d both burst out laughing.By the time we boarded the bus, the right shoe was in tatters. Several chunks were missing from the center but the overall external frame was still somewhat intact and then there was that ugly split in front. A whole chic like me! “Ewu!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were just a few passengers left in the bus. Zeb and I occupied the seat at the back with one other woman. Somehow I caught the lady’s eyes on me and smiled at her. She was probably embarrassed at being caught staring so she dipped her head and that’s when she did THE double take. (You know how someone glances at something momentarily and in looking away, something catches their eyes and they take another, quick, usually more surprised look? That’s a double take.)She was looking at my trainers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed her gaze and there on the floor was one whole edge of my right trainer sole. It was still attached to the shoe but it was hanging at an impossible angle and any movement would yank it off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady couldn’t contain herself and she looked like she was about to say something. I didn’t give her a chance as I straightened up and looked straight ahead as though nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! My bus-stop at last! I hurriedly got off the bus and I could have sworn that the woman was going to throw my chunk of sole out after me.The bus-stop was a good five minute’s walk from my house. I braced my self and took the plunge. Yet nothing prepared me for what happened next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the day, all the ‘incidents’ were with the right foot of my trainers. The left one had behaved itself mostly. Apart from the initial flaking, there had been no major mishap.Just as I passed by Dee Sam’s shop hoping he wasn’t there to shout out his customary greeting “You don return from work?” my left shoe gave out on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire sole came off! No, not tiny chunks, but the entire thing! And this happened right in front of Dee Sam. He had seen me approach and was undoubtedly preparing his greeting but it froze on his lips as he saw my shoe drama. It was an awkward moment.We were both sure we knew what had just happened but neither of us was willing to acknowledge it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiled at me “You don return from work?”And I smiled back “Yes. How Business today…?” and I walked on, leaving my soles behind. It definitely could not get any worse than that. I practically jogged the rest of the way home and stood at the door waiting for any sibling to come see me in all my embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one at the door opened it and stared at me wondering why I was standing outside. I looked down at my feet and she followed my gaze. It took her a few seconds to realize what she was seeing and she burst out laughing. I joined her and laughed so hard that tears came to my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the trainers at the door ready to give the story in detail to anyone who asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Sexy Grey Trainers….How are the mighty fallen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: The moral of this story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When next anyone called Zeb asks you to dress differently for Friday. Tell him Capital N-O. No!!! ----&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Enkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-6005600394575301865?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6005600394575301865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/6005600394575301865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/enkays-story-i-ran-across-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SpbuxViXezI/AAAAAAAABdg/mfbG9tnlZPY/s72-c/k0228723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8912131316293750102</id><published>2009-08-18T15:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:08:55.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure with the husband'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SosJ7wYnBDI/AAAAAAAABZI/hm_iaOygRLg/s1600-h/BLD051329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371397902774502450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SosJ7wYnBDI/AAAAAAAABZI/hm_iaOygRLg/s320/BLD051329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that husband and I got pedicures this past Friday. It was something that I always wanted to experience. I would see other sista girls with their boyfriend/husband getting manicures or pedicures. At first I thought it was strange and wrong (don't ask), but as time went on, I felt as though it would be a good idea. I'm not to crazy about boyfriends and husbands in hair or nail salon. For one that's a woman's sanctuary. Secondly, we all know that you are going to get the conservative sister or the hoochie momma with her butt and breast hanging out when you are at any salon. I'm not to crazy about that. He's a man and will glace. Plus seems like other women start staring at your spouse/boyfriend. Anywho. We did it and it was wonderful. I had to warn my husband that the wait maybe long but to my surprise, after we signed in, they tended to us in 1o mins. WOW! That's a first. When I get my eyebrows, it seems like 30min wait or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband was a complete virgin to the whole pedi. I had so much fun laughing and teasing him. He didn't know how to work the massage chair, he was being clumsy taking off his shoes (guess he was nervous), and he kept asking me question as if he was getting a pap smear. Too cute. He did get through it. He was squirming when she scrubbed the bottom of his foot. He couldn't handle it at all. It was tickling him like crazy. He started screaming and we all laughed. Hubby was trying to 'man up' but I think that foot scrub got the best of him. I did introduce the whole staff of my fav/only nail salon to my hubby. They loved him and thought he was handsome. Cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprise hubby and I chatted the whole time while getting pedicures. I thought we would have nothing to talk about, but we were chatting like high school girls. That was nice, especially after 12yrs of marriage. Other women were staring (of course), but it didn't bother me. Hubby and I just continue to laugh and chat up a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my fav color, WHITE, like always. I was trying to convince hubby to get a nice clear polish, but he gave me the 'you know better' daddy look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings which was a treat. Wasn't expecting that. We were going to go to the movies, but I had to get ready for work :o( dang 3rd shift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, why was hubby toe swollen. Yes people, swollen. He was complaining that it was hurting. It was red and sore looking. Well, I guess his country toes weren't used to being pedicured and clean up properly. Just messing. So I told him to stick with what he knows best. Peeling his own toe nails by hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the good note. Hubby did see how soothing, relaxing, and enjoyable the experience was. So he said that he wants to put it in the budget. Yah! Thank God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-8912131316293750102?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8912131316293750102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8912131316293750102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-believe-that-husband-and-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SosJ7wYnBDI/AAAAAAAABZI/hm_iaOygRLg/s72-c/BLD051329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3943628848358938519</id><published>2009-08-11T00:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:34:50.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SoD0v-gZsiI/AAAAAAAABWo/LC0WZwVFv5o/s1600-h/k0078665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368559860895560226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SoD0v-gZsiI/AAAAAAAABWo/LC0WZwVFv5o/s320/k0078665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. We just got back from Charleston, SC this weekend for a family reunion. I haven't updated any blogs yet, but just hold tight, I will. I'm a bit tired from the car trip, plus I had to work (3rd shift) 2night, but they sent me home due to over staffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start the weight loss weigh in the end of the month. I haven't been able to really focus like I want too. I'm looking for another job, trying to get the children things for school and other housewife stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big sis took our kids for a week and hubby and I will have the house all to ourselves, yahh! I'm thankful and grateful about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, peoples, remember, God will give you the desires of your heart. I miss yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3943628848358938519?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3943628848358938519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3943628848358938519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SoD0v-gZsiI/AAAAAAAABWo/LC0WZwVFv5o/s72-c/k0078665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3748678606260438337</id><published>2009-07-30T13:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:57:18.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SnHqzHsOfyI/AAAAAAAABUI/zfgvvBIYcwE/s1600-h/s1041552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364326795133746978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SnHqzHsOfyI/AAAAAAAABUI/zfgvvBIYcwE/s320/s1041552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned down an extra martial affair last night (early this morning/3rd shift).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their has been this Haitian guy, Pierre who has been sweating me since the day I first started work at P&amp;amp;G. He's 44yrs old, English is pretty good, kinda cute, very nice french/Haitian accent. Not my type at all, but he's sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first he would just stare at me as if I was picture. Then later he would give me this innocent smile that was really sweet. I thought nothing of it because he was just being friendly. Then the night came where he asked me, did his friend (another Haitian guy who works on my line) tell me that he liked me. I was shocked and knew what he meant by "like". I couldn't play dumb this time around. I was lost for words and had the blank look. Yes, I was flattered because I look a hot mess working in that hot factory. No makeup, hot outfits, fierce shoes, you get my point. Nothing but plain jeans, steel toe boots, husband's over sized t-shirt, and the lovely Wal-Mart brand safety goggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to smile when he said that he found me attractive and want someone that looks like me, cute. Calm down, I did tell him that I was married and he gave me this look as if he was saying, "what does that has to do with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we worked closer then before, meaning he was my partner in putting the wipes on the conveyor belt. Pierre said that my husband doesn't have to know and that we could start out slow. I fell out laughing. These type men! He was filling my head with all these embellished lies of how it could be between me and him. Again, I laughed and told him that I'm not that kind of girl. I'm a good girl. A good CLEAN girl, (from the Martin Payne episode). He sucked his teeth and said that everybody has a boyfriend/girlfriend in their marriage. He went on telling me how bad he wants me and blah, blah, blah. I told him I'll hook him up with someone but he declined the offer. We went back and forth on this matter for a long time. Again, I told him I don't go that route and I'm a good faithful wife to my husband. He honestly didn't believe that there are married couples who are actually faithful to there spouse. He laughed so hard when I said that not everyone does that. He said that EVERYBODY cheats. I asked him how would he feel if his wife was having a relationship with another man. That's when he put his head down. I could tell he wouldn't approve (who would?!), but in the same breath, he still wanted my goodies, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierre was always asking for my number and whereabouts with my husband ie, time he goes to work, get off, how is he doing, etc... He also tried to pull the "let's be friends" card on me. "Let's just talk on the phone" duhh, that's how affairs start! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to him, "so you mean to tell me you don't want any sex from me?" "You just want to be friends and talk?" "We can do that! I have lots male friends who are good friends". Let's be real, he wants the goodies, not girly conversations. Sure enough he gave me this blank look because he wanted sex from me and that's the bottom line of it ALL! "Sorry, I only do ONE man which is my husband" I told him. Again, he sucked his teeth with disappointment and kept begging me saying, "please" in his lovely french accent. I don't like it when a man begs to sleep with you. That really turned me off! They look all the more desperate and no game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I go to work where I will face Mr. French speaking Pierre. I'm tired of his ways with me. I try to avoid him. He keeps asking me the same stupid question of "why won't I give him a chance? Me being married is not a good enough answer for him. That make me sick to my stomach. What do I have to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my husband about it all and we laughed. He was talking about coming up to my job. I have no idea how Mr. Pierre would respond to this, lol, scared he would be. However, we must be smart about it and not cause a scene. Hubby said I should have given Pierre the number......husband's cell phone number. Now that would be funny!!! I'm thinking about it so this could be squashed once and for all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3748678606260438337?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3748678606260438337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3748678606260438337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-turned-down-extra-martial-affair-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SnHqzHsOfyI/AAAAAAAABUI/zfgvvBIYcwE/s72-c/s1041552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4938424786283174613</id><published>2009-07-28T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:55:50.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry no pic for the weigh in.  However, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; 200.0lbs.  The funny thing I was 197 early that week, but for whatever reason, my body wanted to hold on to water or something.  Mostly I was 198-199lbs, but when I weighed in yesterday morning I was 200.0lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy and haven't updated an blogs really, but I will.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers hurt so bad from work.  We pack baby wipes.  Pampers, Luvs, u name it.  We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hussle&lt;/span&gt; like crazy too, that's why I was able to lose a lot of pounds during the first week.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week, hopefully I'll update b4 the weekend.  Back to sleep.....3rd shift can be a killer sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt;-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4938424786283174613?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4938424786283174613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4938424786283174613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-no-pic-for-weigh-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3797154729879100174</id><published>2009-07-21T11:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:33:45.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmXmhZK7k1I/AAAAAAAABTg/eCW21McmyfU/s1600-h/100_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360944392821248850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmXmhZK7k1I/AAAAAAAABTg/eCW21McmyfU/s320/100_2897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget. I weighed in Monday morning but because I already posted a post I wanted to wait. I'm down 5lbs! Yahhh! Wow you guys are really praying HARD for me. Kisses and hugs to all! Thanks everyone for the encouragement, means a lot and I don't take it lightly. So now I need to be OUT the 200's. I need to see 19...... I'm shooting for 195, heck I'll take 196 or 7.   Do you know what this means.  If I could lose close to 10lbs, then I will be able to fit into a size 14!!!!  I haven't been a 14 since baby Jesus was a baby....ok, did that make sense?  I have been a whopping size 18-20 for the longest.  Now I can wear a size 16.  Trying to fit into these size 14 jeans by the end of the month.  We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;Check out my white toe nails, lol. That's my favorite summer color that I rock often. My signature look. So YNC, I painted the toes myself. I know you can tell, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I just noticed the date is on the scale, so now that's really confirmation for you guys that it was MONDAY, lol. I know yall trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Til next weigh in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3797154729879100174?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3797154729879100174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3797154729879100174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/weigh-in_21.html' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmXmhZK7k1I/AAAAAAAABTg/eCW21McmyfU/s72-c/100_2897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4732269096992199582</id><published>2009-07-19T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:18:55.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog announcement'/><title type='text'>Blog Contest By Ijeoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmOLkHtHeUI/AAAAAAAABSw/TBo9l6H41g4/s1600-h/announcement_clip_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360281434160855362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmOLkHtHeUI/AAAAAAAABSw/TBo9l6H41g4/s320/announcement_clip_art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey, Everyone!I wanted to announce a contest that I have coming up. After a couple of blogs, I thought it would be appropriate to have a contest for my regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;commentors&lt;/span&gt;.What I am doing is a contest that will showcase a bit of our culture. I have many readers (even those that can't comment, because of the restrictions that I have set) and they always ask about the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ankara&lt;/span&gt; styles".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, here is a way for you to help me explain and showcase the creativity that we are known for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE RULES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to participate, you need to subscribe to my blog--&lt;a href="http://ync-chill-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Submit a photo of you in a an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ankara&lt;/span&gt; or even a lace style that was sewn for you, or you made. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: YOU need to be in the outfit...do not submit a picture of someone else!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a one or two liner on the outfit, and what it was for. Send the picture and your info: name and a valid email address to: www.twitter.com/msiee or via email to (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ms.iee@verizon.net"&gt;ms.iee@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The contest will run for three weeks, just to give enough time for the word to spread and for people to get their outfits and pictures together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the contest closes, I will sit down with my girl, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yankeenaijababe&lt;/span&gt;, and select our winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, after you have sent your picture in, there will be a blog window created for you to send me a line to let me know that you have submitted your pic. This is important, because as the contest gets underway and the submissions start rolling in, I want to make sure all the participants have been accounted for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PRIZE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I am still trying to decide what I want to do. I do know that I will have a first, second, and third prize- just not sure what I want to include in each package. However, trust me, I like good things...and I won't disappoint...just know that the first place will definitely consist of some MAC Products...Keep tuning in, and I will continue to post updates. Again, the contest has not officially started. I will post the start and end dates by the end of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Good Luck...and I look forward to seeing what everyone is made of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://msiee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ijeoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)After partaking in blog contest, leave a note on my blog to let me know as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)You can either choose to blog about blog contest or send an email to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ijeoma&lt;/span&gt; with your picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Get started peeps, this is going to be fun in the long run!---&lt;a href="http://ync-chill-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4732269096992199582?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4732269096992199582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4732269096992199582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-contest-by-ijeoma.html' title='Blog Contest By Ijeoma'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmOLkHtHeUI/AAAAAAAABSw/TBo9l6H41g4/s72-c/announcement_clip_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4929133381562652391</id><published>2009-07-18T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:43:34.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doughnuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>Longest Expedition to Get Doughnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmKADnKTViI/AAAAAAAABSo/QWu27jIN-wc/s1600-h/G50-341630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359987306064467490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmKADnKTViI/AAAAAAAABSo/QWu27jIN-wc/s320/G50-341630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning and hubby wants to go and take a nice quick trip to Maryland to pick something up.  When I woke up, he told me to get dressed, we are going to MD.  I love spending that car time with hubby riding talking about everything under the sun listening to our fav cds.  We all left to go around 10am and of course curious children were asking us over and over where and why are going.  Hubby did mention early that he wanted his favorite doughnuts and he was going to make it happen.  This is not the first time we took a trip to MD to get Krispy Kreme doughnuts while the HOT now sign is on, so we pretty much know the way there.  This trip was different because the one we usually go to was closed down.  It was so funny looking at my husband's face with such disappoint and pain.  We pulled into the empty parking and drove around the closed down resturant, as if that was going to make it reopen.  We were in Glen Burnie at that time.  So now I'm thinking, "what a waste of gas, might as well go to the mall since we are here!" &lt;br /&gt;However, Mr. Persistent had another plan.  Got on his cell phone made a couple of calls, and viola!  The Krispy Kreme in another area Owing Mills, MD 15mins away from us is open.  So we plugged it into the GPS and we are off!  By now I'm thinking, "all of this for doughnuts?"  Honestly, I have a lot of things I go out of my way to do or get.  I drive all the way to New Jersey to get my hair braided and I will NOT settle for anyone else.  FLOKAY shop is the BEST EVER, it's in Irvington fyi.  I have also drove to PA to get these exclusive COACH sneakers, calm down, it was tax return money, I don't have it like that YET!&lt;br /&gt;So now we arrive at the second Krispy Kreme restaurant.  Yah, we are here!  So we pull up and it appears that everyone is off today at Krispy Kreme.  The chairs were stacked neatly on the tables and the the lights were OFF.  WOW!  My husband is in distress now.  There was nothing I can say or do to make it all better.  By now I'm thinking my trip to the mall is really going to be cancelled because now he's going to have an attitude.  I'm not taking an upset husband in the mall.  So he gets on the phone again.  Calls the Krispy Kreme in Columbia, Md. and we spoke to a living person informing us how far we were from them.  It was another 15-20mins to get to KK.  We found it and thank God it was open!  Whole family went in and inhaled the sweet smell of doughnuts.  Husband order 3 dozen.  I thought we were done and was about to escort the children back to the car until my hubby said that he wanted to speak with the manager.  Ohhh nooo!  Long story short, the manager was telling him how the owner of KK is trying to keep KK a southern thing (you all know my husband is from SC), so that's why he closed down those two. We were supposed to be back in Delaware @1:30pm.  We didn't get home until 3:20pm and mind you I had a baby shower to go @4pm and traffic was crazy.  As I am typing this, hubby is enjoying his doughnuts.  Are you wondering did I have any? Ha!  Nope, can you believe that!&lt;br /&gt;What a journey, what a trip and no I didn't get to go to the MALL:o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4929133381562652391?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4929133381562652391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4929133381562652391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/longest-expedition-to-get-doughnuts.html' title='Longest Expedition to Get Doughnuts'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SmKADnKTViI/AAAAAAAABSo/QWu27jIN-wc/s72-c/G50-341630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7040536302540910842</id><published>2009-07-15T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:04:48.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><title type='text'>Passion Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sl3e6lpCIWI/AAAAAAAABQA/6AE3VbY89lQ/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684229758755170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sl3e6lpCIWI/AAAAAAAABQA/6AE3VbY89lQ/s320/passion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently been invited to a couple of Passion Slumber Parties.  I'm thinking this is the 'new' thing now in my area.  I just received an invitation to a friend of mine whom I have since we were 4 years old, lol.  Sex toys, enhancers and lord knows what else will be there for us ladies to improve our sex life.  I'm debating about going.  On one hand I'm curious, but then on the other, I could care less.  Just as long my hubby has his erect penis, I'm good, lol, (did I say that).  However I do want to go just to see what they have, etc...maybe they will have some nice sexy kinky lingerie or accessories for the bedroom.   I'm not looking for anything raunchy or something that will defile our bedroom.  Just fun and decent.  Dunno, will see.  I remember yrs ago being invited to Avon, MaryKay or other little gatherings, but now it's on a different level which is good.  It's in the private of the host home.  You will be among other women who are interested as well.  If it's the right group of girls, then I know we will be able to cut loose and be silly for the night.  I'm sure there will be drinks, like we really need that, lol!  Heck, now that I think about it, she needs to have a pole in her living room so we all can do a spin or two.  I would love to show off my stripper skills! Hahaaa, just kidding, but I would love to take a pole dancing class.  Maybe the end of this year when the money is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any event, if I go, I will let you all know how things went.  Til then you all be blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7040536302540910842?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7040536302540910842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7040536302540910842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/passion-parties.html' title='Passion Parties'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sl3e6lpCIWI/AAAAAAAABQA/6AE3VbY89lQ/s72-c/passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7866399287493556244</id><published>2009-07-13T10:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:21:40.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SltAXReVtRI/AAAAAAAABPI/KJoIVwMSWdE/s1600-h/100_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946950259160338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SltAXReVtRI/AAAAAAAABPI/KJoIVwMSWdE/s320/100_2883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure you all read the last post. If not then don't be alarmed that I have gained. Not happy, but not sad because it was worst a couple of days ago. So when I got on the scale this morning and saw that I gained 5lbs, I didn't feel so bad. Why? Several days ago, I was 210lbs, lol. I think it was water and salt.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm more for real then ever and will knock this out the park. I had my last apple fritter from Wawa, I have tasted enough chocolate glazed doughnuts, and I don't need to see McD's, Burger King, or Dairy Queen anymore. I have cut my ties with them and said good- bye til futher notice.&lt;br /&gt;I received a call yesterday for a baby shower invite this weekend. This is not the same baby shower I mentioned in the last post. When I see the mother-to-be for the 6th time, lol, yes, 6, I wanna be 5lbs lighter when what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it during the summer, all these events pop out of no where?! I'm enjoying them, but goodness, it's always something going on!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's it for now. Til then I'll still be on there rambling. Remember, Golden Wives Club blog is open to the public for the summer. So enjoy your week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7866399287493556244?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7866399287493556244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7866399287493556244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/weigh-in.html' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SltAXReVtRI/AAAAAAAABPI/KJoIVwMSWdE/s72-c/100_2883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3390813948816201467</id><published>2009-07-11T20:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:33:29.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlkuQhYgd6I/AAAAAAAABOY/B38DD5x4X98/s1600-h/1890014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357364093107861410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlkuQhYgd6I/AAAAAAAABOY/B38DD5x4X98/s320/1890014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother-in-law is in town and here for the weekend. She's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, if only I can understand what she is saying half the time. I feel really bad because I am forever asking her to repeat what she said. Funny thing is that she is not from another country, but she is COUNTRY, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I mean deep down dirty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bama&lt;/span&gt; country. Then she talks fast, so that really doesn't help me out. Bless her heart. Hubby understands, of course. Matter of fact, when he get with his brother or better yet, around his country peoples, he start talking like he's straight out the barn, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then I start looking at him like he's crazy. Don't get them laughing and wound up, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they get louder and louder, and the accent gets stronger and stronger to the point it's annoying. That's when I go upstairs and mind my own business. One time my sister caught a piece of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; and I remember her saying, "what are they saying?" They are not speaking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geechi&lt;/span&gt;, but you would think they are. I tease my hubby about this all the time. I know when he is speaking to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bama&lt;/span&gt; brother. His accent goes from American to unknown country in secs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight lost plan isn't going so great because it is all my fault. Ever since July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I have been pigging out. So Monday the scale is going to be a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; for me. I have gain weight and feel it in my big toe, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be back on track after I eat these 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No excuse! So now I'm going to do a power weight lost. I do have another event coming up and I haven't seen this person since last year! It's a baby shower. Her event is July 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So let's see how much I can pull off by that date. Better yet, I have a pair of jeans size 14 that I would love to fit in comfortably (&lt;a href="http://ync-chill-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't laugh, this time I will do it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; love ones, I'll be seeing you all Monday with the terrible verdict. However, new day, new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt;, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3390813948816201467?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3390813948816201467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3390813948816201467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/mother-in-law-is-in-town-and-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlkuQhYgd6I/AAAAAAAABOY/B38DD5x4X98/s72-c/1890014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2745254938407986861</id><published>2009-07-06T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:39:07.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlKw7RyLOdI/AAAAAAAABNo/aRP9WgKYD5M/s1600-h/1788880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355537439329565138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlKw7RyLOdI/AAAAAAAABNo/aRP9WgKYD5M/s320/1788880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Because I have been so busy I will open the Golden Wives Club blog just for the summer ONLY. So all are invited. Men, please feel free to leave a comment, we wives appreciate a man's point of view, so help us out. I really haven't been tending to my journey blog like I want due to this laptop, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't weigh in yet and didn't want to because I have been pigging out and I feel so ashamed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back slided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;! However I will weigh in next Monday, hopefully then I would have redeemed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in love has certainly been a life long journey for me in this marriage. I wonder when people take their vows, do they really know what they are saying? Do you really know what you are committing yourself to. What if they change and not the person you married. You still have a promise to keep before God. What if you spouse has an addiction that you later find out about (not while courting) after years of marriage. Are you willing and prepared to deal with the hardship of it?&lt;br /&gt;Just rambling. I promised God I will stick with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; regardless. He has a certain issue that no wife would be proud of. I'm tired, but yet God's grace has always gotten me through. Some may say I'm stupid/foolish to still be with him. I understand, however my maturity level in Christ has given me the revelation of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unconditional&lt;/span&gt; love. Marriage is not for the weak, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; weak. You better know how to pray and warfare in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; realm.&lt;br /&gt;Do I still believe in fairy tale marriages, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...honestly, YES! I understand that all marriages have their trying times. It's really up both parties to make it the best, wonderful marriage that God has design for it to be. Marriage is to be enjoyed! Sex is one of the gifts that God has created for the married...not just for making babies, but for PLEASURE. Kudos to God, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2745254938407986861?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2745254938407986861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2745254938407986861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-have-been-so-busy-i-will-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SlKw7RyLOdI/AAAAAAAABNo/aRP9WgKYD5M/s72-c/1788880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3179951733602218032</id><published>2009-06-29T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:17:46.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  Sorry, no pic this time, but please believe me when I say I'm now 200lbs.  So I'm down 3lbs. Yahhh, could be better, but I can't complain.  I'm almost out of the 200's!  We need to have a party, cake, ice cream, pizza, hot wings, see that's what got my butt in this situation now, lol!  I really haven't updated my other blogs.  Please be patience.  Life is getting a bit rough and busy.&lt;br /&gt;However, trust and believe God with all your heart that He's working everything out on your behalf no matter how bad it may seem.  You will get through this in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Til then,  one love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3179951733602218032?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3179951733602218032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3179951733602218032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/weigh-in_29.html' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4576946987008824526</id><published>2009-06-25T13:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:13:50.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life/Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SkO9j94_5XI/AAAAAAAABJY/87jbkESmOSg/s1600-h/04846CS-U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351329207852983666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SkO9j94_5XI/AAAAAAAABJY/87jbkESmOSg/s320/04846CS-U.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry guys. Life has been extremely busy and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; hectic but not in a bad way.  Internet is down, so I'm over parents place to say "hi" to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is well over here. Just doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;, mommy thing. Trying to bring in extra money with this new job I have. I worked 3rd shift. Didn't want to but that's all they had. A lot of Haitians work there and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haitian&lt;/span&gt; men are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flirtatious&lt;/span&gt; that it is ridiculous! I told them that I was married, but they just don't care. Come to find out one of them has a wife back in Haiti! Oh come on!!! I told my hubby several stories and we both be bagging up laughing. Saying things what I should have done or said. But honestly, one guy took it a little too far. But this one is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rican&lt;/span&gt; has been all in my face since I started. He tried to hug me and I kinda sorta hug, but my arms never did touch him. You know those kind of hugs where you don't embrace. Well we were walking and he tried to hug and as he did, his hand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nonaccidently&lt;/span&gt; embraced my butt with a light squeeze. Now I'm pissed. I pushed him in his chest. He begged for my forgiveness the best he could since he barley spoke &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. I told him next time I will slap him hard and report it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my weigh in for this week..Monday morning is 203. So I'm down a good 6lbs thanks to my job. I'm almost out of the 200's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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_5351327725768304306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SkO8NsseZrI/AAAAAAAABJQ/q7GtiIYlZew/s320/100_2834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss you guys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much.  Love you all, and I'm still alive, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4576946987008824526?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4576946987008824526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4576946987008824526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifeweigh-in.html' title='Life/Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SkO9j94_5XI/AAAAAAAABJY/87jbkESmOSg/s72-c/04846CS-U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5530187777525944437</id><published>2009-06-19T08:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:19:17.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjuCClSKUyI/AAAAAAAABJI/vwdFNnDYRFk/s1600-h/u28228207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349011963312231202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjuCClSKUyI/AAAAAAAABJI/vwdFNnDYRFk/s320/u28228207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a great fun and safe weekend.  Remember, God does answer prayers!  Don't give up on God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-5530187777525944437?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5530187777525944437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5530187777525944437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everyone-hope-you-have-great-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjuCClSKUyI/AAAAAAAABJI/vwdFNnDYRFk/s72-c/u28228207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4615318584908765964</id><published>2009-06-15T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:54:06.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjZ7RUK42HI/AAAAAAAABGA/BIhGxw9rteQ/s1600-h/weight+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597144951412850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjZ7RUK42HI/AAAAAAAABGA/BIhGxw9rteQ/s320/weight+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!  I lost a whole whopping pound!  I better slow down, I'll be wearing a 9/10 in a wink of an eye!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, that's good.  Your girl over here was pigging out after I declared the Fatbusters program on blog.  Ate so much that I was up to 215lbs.  When I saw that, I panicked.  How could I face blog world with the  5lbs gained?!  So the last several days I cut out a lot (no too much).  Went walking and drank water.  So this morning I was scared and anxious about the weigh in.  To my surprise I lost a pound from my start weight.  I'm ok, hey I went down, right?  Again, I will be doing the 3 day diet.  Hopefully that will shed some pounds off quick b4 the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it took long posting.  I had a job interview.  It went well. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4615318584908765964?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4615318584908765964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4615318584908765964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/weigh-in.html' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjZ7RUK42HI/AAAAAAAABGA/BIhGxw9rteQ/s72-c/weight+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3619947270520197414</id><published>2009-06-14T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:21:03.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weigh in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tommorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not ready. I didn't even post a pic...I'm sure you know how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I start this foolishness?! I could back out, but I can't. When I start something, I finish it. DANG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll confess now. Did pretty bad. Been overwhelmed because I care for my 90yr. old grandmother. It's not a glamorous job at all! Basically I'm the nurse. I bet you guys are saying, "what does that has to do with her losing weight." You are right, it has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, hubby and I have a wedding go to in NY. There is this blouse I want to fit in and I pray that I do. It's very pretty. So I'm going to do the 3 day diet 2morrow. I wanna look nice for this event.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in 8-9 hours to report what the scale says, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3619947270520197414?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3619947270520197414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3619947270520197414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/weigh-in-tommorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2864500996949413281</id><published>2009-06-13T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:52:36.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>HOW TO STAY YOUNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjMwV2lbW_I/AAAAAAAABFo/vKXCYfnTAnc/s1600-h/k1397287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346670334606793714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjMwV2lbW_I/AAAAAAAABFo/vKXCYfnTAnc/s320/k1397287.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;1. Try everything twice.On one woman's tombstone she said she wanted this epitaph:"Tried everything twice.loved it both times!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends.The grouches pull you down.(Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.. Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud.Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love:Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. I love you, my special friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance. Do share this with someone. Remember! Lost time can never be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2864500996949413281?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2864500996949413281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2864500996949413281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-stay-young.html' title='HOW TO STAY YOUNG'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjMwV2lbW_I/AAAAAAAABFo/vKXCYfnTAnc/s72-c/k1397287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-161118885685714352</id><published>2009-06-12T15:17:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:58:28.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Dating Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKwAhcXTII/AAAAAAAABFA/d_DWkO3OITc/s1600-h/sb10062491a-009_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346529230666026114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKwAhcXTII/AAAAAAAABFA/d_DWkO3OITc/s320/sb10062491a-009_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKt6iyjFVI/AAAAAAAABEw/Yeuudh_nLBY/s1600-h/wu12_1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick The Right Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of asking a man how he makes a paycheck, ask him what his passion is. Instead of asking him where he’s from, ask him about the best place he ever lived. Being nosy is intrusive, but being inquisitive shows that you’re interested and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530293578396930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKw-ZGa9QI/AAAAAAAABFI/Jh-1jWWLQ8M/s320/42-15136305_1_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check Out A Lock And Key Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re guaranteed to meet many eligible men at these events, at which every woman gets a locket and every guy gets a key. Mingling is inevitable because the goal of the gathering is to discover whose key fits into your lock. Find a party in your area at lockandkeyevents.com. “For just $15 to $45 you get a party experience with music, food, drinks and really cute guys,” says Tosin Ola, aka Vixen, the woman behind The Bad Girls Guide blog (vixentales.blogspot.com) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKxaHQyMxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/joqAg9y_CJs/s1600-h/83120319_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530769826362130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKxaHQyMxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/joqAg9y_CJs/s320/83120319_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan The Second Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How’s this: “Isn’t this merlot amazing? You know, there’s a wine tasting in my neighborhood next Wednesday night; we should check it out.” That didn’t sound too bad, did it? “There’s nothing wrong with showing your interest in moving beyond now,” says Morley-Ball, who is also the author of Seeds for the Harvest of a Lifetime (Author House). Why leave Date No. 2 to chance when you can clinch it there and then?&lt;br /&gt;Essence magazine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-161118885685714352?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/161118885685714352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/161118885685714352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/several-dating-tips.html' title='Several Dating Tips'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SjKwAhcXTII/AAAAAAAABFA/d_DWkO3OITc/s72-c/sb10062491a-009_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4560006907952371735</id><published>2009-06-09T00:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:55:10.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si3mYdoeEEI/AAAAAAAABDk/IVon3sEyrE8/s1600-h/k1577399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345181640704266306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si3mYdoeEEI/AAAAAAAABDk/IVon3sEyrE8/s320/k1577399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or have you ever lost a blogger and can't find them to save your life?&lt;br /&gt;This has been happening to me lately all due to laziness. It only takes one click of the button to save the blogger or add them as a favorite. What's the problem?! This one particular girl left a comment and I went to her blog. Needless to say, I loved it and forgot to bookmark her. Well, several days pass by and I wanted to check out her blog again. I forgot her blog, site, where I saw her, etc... So now I'm in panic mode. I really want to follow her journey and now due to laziness again, I lost her. Now I'm on all of my blog roll trying to see if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; her name anywhere, somewhere, somebody HELP! I'm searching far and wide. I even put her name in the GOOGLE search hoping it will find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times will I put myself through this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; drama? I've been blogging since 07 and I still find myself making the same mistake. She is not the only one I have lost.&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact, I'm still looking for this other blogger who's into fashion. I followed her for a while, but then life got busy. Forgot to bookmark her. I can't recall her name or anything! I bet she's wondering what happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I was reading over certain material on the &lt;a href="http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Single or Married Blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and decided to look at some of the old comments. Then the last comment I looked at appears to be the girl who I have been looking for....is this her? So I click and viola! It's her! &lt;a href="http://tillmydyingday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! All that time she was right under my nose on my blog! Don't I feel smart. You know what I did! Matter of fact, I put her on the blog roll with my other favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a start to being organized with the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; I run into and want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4560006907952371735?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4560006907952371735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4560006907952371735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si3mYdoeEEI/AAAAAAAABDk/IVon3sEyrE8/s72-c/k1577399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8842475928326252895</id><published>2009-06-08T08:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:43:29.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatbusters Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si0I5nvEWsI/AAAAAAAABDE/5Z7MTTDy_0k/s1600-h/feeth+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344938118770612930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si0I5nvEWsI/AAAAAAAABDE/5Z7MTTDy_0k/s320/feeth+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this is my start weight ladies and gents 210.4. I apologize for the glare but it does say what it says, lol.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have been munching since I knew I'll be doing the whole eating right, but I did lose 2lbs from last week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about doing the jump start of the 3 day diet (read last post) but I'm not sure. It's a bit&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;strict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'll be weighing in every Monday. So this week I will try and kick butt! I will push myself to exercise very day for at least 30 mins. No sweets/sodas for me! Straight water or Crystal Light. I will try and do more fruits and veggies then usual. May the games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-8842475928326252895?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8842475928326252895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8842475928326252895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatbusters-week-1.html' title='Fatbusters Week 1'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Si0I5nvEWsI/AAAAAAAABDE/5Z7MTTDy_0k/s72-c/feeth+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7456500808025922270</id><published>2009-06-05T14:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:53:38.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Blogville Fatbusters Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SilkhXJI9BI/AAAAAAAABB8/eIWQ11ps2l0/s1600-h/ouch!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912957162615826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SilkhXJI9BI/AAAAAAAABB8/eIWQ11ps2l0/s320/ouch!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough is enough. I have lost focus and I need to get it back. I need some serious motivation. Remember I said I was going hard with the diet. Well, needless to say I lied. Remember I told you guys that my last weigh in was 212lbs....guess what, I got down to 201lbs and was feeling great! I don't recall what triggered my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt;, but I went on a feeding frenzy! Now I'm back up to 210lbs! Pissed! It's all my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this biggest loser blog couple of weeks ago &lt;a href="http://blogsvillefatbusters.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://blogsvillefatbusters.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I think it will be a great motivator. I asked to be a part of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; several times, but I guess she is too busy or haven't read my comments, dunno. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I can wait any longer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;henceforth&lt;/span&gt; I'm doing my own and if anyone wants to join, please feel free, be my guest. The more the merrier, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, there are no rules...I take that back: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You must eat healthy because it's about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incorporating&lt;/span&gt; a healthy way of living&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weigh in once a week and post the picture of scale to verify&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; a day or do a simple walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't over do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helpful hints:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Weigh yourself 1st thing in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be starting on Monday, June 8, 2009. So Monday morning you all will see what I weigh and then every Monday I will report. I'm using &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog world&lt;/span&gt; as my own personal journal for this weight lost. &lt;/p&gt;Yes I do plan on taking before and after pics! That will be fun and I encourage for others to do so. Just let me know if you are game (whoever whats to join).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Weigh In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be 4 weeks from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 5, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a pic of the what the scale says and post a before/after pic&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm doing this by myself, it's all good. That should make me work harder, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; since I feel like the world is now watching me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose 5-10lbs on this diet. It's good for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jump start&lt;/span&gt;. See I'm trying to help you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/diet/features/the-3-day-diet"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 Day Diet Meal Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee or tea, with 1-2 packets Sweet &amp;amp; Low or Equal&lt;br /&gt;1/2 grapefruit or juice&lt;br /&gt;1 piece toast with 1 tablespoon peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup tuna&lt;br /&gt;1 piece toast&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee or tea, with 1-2 packets Sweet &amp;amp; Low or Equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;3 ounces any lean meat or chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 cup green beans&lt;br /&gt;1 cup carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;br /&gt;1 cup regular vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee or tea, with 1-2 packets Sweet &amp;amp; Low or Equal&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 banana&lt;br /&gt;1 piece toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cottage cheese or tuna&lt;br /&gt;8 regular saltine crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;2 beef franks&lt;br /&gt;1 cup broccoli or cabbage&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup carrots&lt;br /&gt;1/2 banana&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup regular vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee or tea, with 1-2 packets Sweet &amp;amp; Low or Equal&lt;br /&gt;5 regular saltine crackers&lt;br /&gt;1 ounce cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee or tea, with 1-2 packets Sweet &amp;amp; Low or Equal&lt;br /&gt;1 boiled egg&lt;br /&gt;1 piece toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1 cup tuna&lt;br /&gt;1 cup carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;1 cup melon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup regular vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to its strict daily food prescription, dieters drink 4 cups of water or noncaloric drinks daily.&lt;br /&gt;How It Works&lt;br /&gt;By some unspecified magical force, the combination of the suggested foods included in this plan is supposed to create a unique metabolic reaction and boost fat burning.&lt;br /&gt;Without an author or book, there is no documentation or explanation of how the 3 Day Diet food combinations burn fat, increase energy, cleanse the body, or lower cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests, the 3 Day Diet lasts only three days, though it's said that it can be repeated indefinitely, as long as you alternate with 4-5 days of undefined "normal eating." The purpose of returning to your usual eating style is to keep your metabolism from slowing, reverting to fat-storing, starvation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET THE GAMES BEGIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7456500808025922270?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7456500808025922270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7456500808025922270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogville-fatbusters-part-ii.html' title='Blogville Fatbusters Part II'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SilkhXJI9BI/AAAAAAAABB8/eIWQ11ps2l0/s72-c/ouch!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-6525031782627334731</id><published>2009-06-02T22:20:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:45:09.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail polish'/><title type='text'>Been tagged!  5 Nail Colors for Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXrKeVDzpI/AAAAAAAABA0/05emj4ztdYg/s1600-h/feeth+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935098117574290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXrKeVDzpI/AAAAAAAABA0/05emj4ztdYg/s320/feeth+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXqjGsyYkI/AAAAAAAABAk/i3-h4f2m5Qc/s1600-h/feeth+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;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/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXfH5Ai97I/AAAAAAAABAE/-EeHKASY5Us/s1600-h/feet+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342921859600152498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXfH5Ai97I/AAAAAAAABAE/-EeHKASY5Us/s320/feet+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXq1PmewGI/AAAAAAAABAs/UIw-ApQaae0/s1600-h/feeth+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342934733386858594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXq1PmewGI/AAAAAAAABAs/UIw-ApQaae0/s320/feeth+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXe6uTJcqI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Jb6w2eM0h7s/s1600-h/feet+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been tagged with nail color from &lt;a href="http://ync-chill-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"List/Show 5 nail colors you love best this Summer and take a sexy picture on your blog with your manicured nails "Do it yourself, it doesn't have to be the professional, you can do it, if I can do it myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten a pedicure Friday, so maybe next time I'll do it myself. Sorry, wasn't trying to cheat. As you all can see I got the french with the cotton candy color. Subtle, classy, yet pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 TOP NAIL SUMMER COLORS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Pure Ice Scandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mango Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I don't have or know the brand name to all of them. But the Pure Ice Scandal is from Pure Ice and I got it from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. The cotton candy (iridescent color) is from Sally's Beauty Supply Store (paid no more then $3), and rest of the colors were from the Asian Beauty Store and I paid .99 cents for all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry I couldn't post the pics of them. I don't know where all of my polishes are since I moved back with Mr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXpTWP12CI/AAAAAAAABAU/emlMKhA1sDE/s1600-h/feeth+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342933051543771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiXpTWP12CI/AAAAAAAABAU/emlMKhA1sDE/s320/feeth+003.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 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My nail color is the same, cotton candy. You can't see it well, but I need a fill. Yes, I had to show you all the ring the Mr. brought me when we got back together, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you top 5 Summer nail colors?! 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I say this about lounges, clubs and the like. Went to a wonderful bridal shower this weekend and had tons of fun. Afterward the bride to be was letting us ladies know that we are going out to some club in NY for her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bachorette&lt;/span&gt; party. Honestly, I really didn't want to go. Clubing for me ended in college.  I would have been content watching the movie and her aunts play bingo.  Bride to be demanded that I go because it was her night, her last night, lol.  Ok, so now I'm excited because I did always wanted to go to a club in NY. You seen it on t.v., beautiful dressed people everywhere having fun at the party/lounge/club. VIP room is only for the exclusives. Even you might see a celeb or two. You know, the HYPE of being in NY is good enough for me. I couldn't wait to rate the ladies at the lounge on hair, clothes, shoes and accessories (you know you do that too, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), and the brothers! I wanna see how these New Yorkers do it up close and personal!&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't do clubs like that, but hey, this is a once in a lifetime for me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; I'm in NY, right...let's do it big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got dressed. The girls were teasing me saying I was overdressed. I was a little puzzled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking, "heck, that's how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; New Yorkers do, right? Got in the club. Music was pumping, ladies were dancing harder then the men, the bouncer had huge muscles and we were checking out our surroundings. There was another group there that was at her shower, so we pretty much were all dancing, talking (more like yelling), and hanging together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm observing and I'm thinking, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so what's the hype about?" "Where is the hype?" It really wasn't even crowed either...so I'm a bit confused, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. We did get a VIP room upstairs for the bride to be and I felt like that was the best part. We were able to dance and act like fools without anyone looking at us crazy. I started to get on the marble coffee table and dance, but with my 200lb self, I didn't think that was a good idea. Looking over the dancing crowd from upstairs was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Later the waitress brought up this cake for the group. I didn't want any because I had several servings of cake that day. It was my daughter's 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday plus the bridal shower cake, so I'm good, right. One of the girls asked if I wanted any and I said no. She asked was I sure because it's &lt;a href="http://www.cakemanraven.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cake Man's Famous Red Velvet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from NY. I always wanted to try his cake. I have seen him on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and heard about how good his red velvet cake. Ladies and Gents, I tried the cake. It was beyond good. So good that I wanted to save a piece for my hubby. I was even looking for something to wrap up the cake in....foil someone? Ghetto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to my surprise that lounge was no different then ones I been to in the past. The bride did say that she wanted to take us to any upscale club in NY. I'm going to hold her to it and when we go, you guys will get the 411 from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7164384968826037872?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7164384968826037872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7164384968826037872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-been-to-one-you-been-to-them-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SiQH-5GnWTI/AAAAAAAAA_E/XYmmmAnlZvE/s72-c/100_2587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2674373485498665301</id><published>2009-05-28T11:08:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:50:47.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath and body'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6pkF3UfII/AAAAAAAAA9E/r4Vn4ktJsV4/s1600-h/logo_dylans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340892645622578306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6pkF3UfII/AAAAAAAAA9E/r4Vn4ktJsV4/s320/logo_dylans.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6th7eBLKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J9zLI6SMhPE/s1600-h/651-birthdayscrub_a_largeThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340897006518873250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6th7eBLKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J9zLI6SMhPE/s320/651-birthdayscrub_a_largeThumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I seen it all when I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.dylanscandybar.com/beauty_re-treat-bath-body/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dylan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candy bar website. I started out checking out the candy, but then I saw 'bath and body', I'm thinking, "say what now?." Next thing I know, I'm looking at lotions, body scrubs, lip balms, scented &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; and more. All from candy? Some of these things we can do on our own. For instance the body scrub. On most of the makeover shows I watch, they say sugar or salt mixed with olive oil is an excellent facial or body scrub. I have done it before and it does wonders. However, if you like the look and scent of beauty products or candy, then this site is for you to check out. Prices do look pricey, but hey, if you can find something cheaper, the please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also another site that I like to eye shop at. &lt;a href="http://www.carolsdaughter.com/?gclid=CNGIodi8t5oCFRabnAod0FnGcA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Carol's Daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340894563216447970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6rTtdU2eI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i-8EHW1ttXM/s320/651-cupcakecream_a_largeThumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy Your Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6sm1X3CPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/JtpOfg8JolY/s1600-h/651-coconutlotion_a_largeThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340895991270148338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6sm1X3CPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/JtpOfg8JolY/s320/651-coconutlotion_a_largeThumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2674373485498665301?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2674373485498665301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2674373485498665301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-i-seen-it-all-when-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sh6pkF3UfII/AAAAAAAAA9E/r4Vn4ktJsV4/s72-c/logo_dylans.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1509328128008540663</id><published>2009-05-26T12:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:30:41.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boardwalk fries episode'/><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShwancobLxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yL_OAQSJEbQ/s1600-h/welcome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340172523157532434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShwancobLxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yL_OAQSJEbQ/s320/welcome2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Family and I went to Rehoboth Beach a couple of weekends ago. Of course we all had fun. Like always, I got the munchies and had a taste for some boardwalk fries. While hubby and the kids were on the bumper cars, I ran off and got a small tub of fries for me. A voice did say, "get the large," but I was thinking, "nahhh, we are not going to eat all those fries, plus it cost a little more and I'm going to want something else later." So I got the hot fries, sprinkled some salt and vinegar on them. When I turned around my family was looking at me with the biggest eyes ever. Even Mr. was moving quickly towards me and mumbling out something. I wasn't trying to be greedy or selfish, but I started eating, pulling out 3-4 fries at a time. My three kids and the Mr. were only doing 2-3 fries at a time, but it was the speed of how they were doing it, omg! Now it's a race and I was getting frustrated. Why? Guys, I'm still on this so called diet, and if you have ever been with a person who is having a "break" day from their diet, I'm sure you already know the unwritten rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ever say, "I thought you were on a diet."&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't ever say, "You don't need to eat that or I thought you're not suppose to eat that."&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the person eat whatever without giving them dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you want to keep all your fingers, don't eat, or pick off their plate.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not ask unless they offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see where I'm at. Before I knew it, in a wink of any eye, ALL of my fries were gone and I wanted to cry. Everyone mouth was looking greasy except for mines. I only had a total of 6-8 fries. I'm hurting. It's not often we get boardwalk fries and since it was my "break" day, I really wanted to enjoy myself. If I had gotten a large tub, I would have been ok with the family dogging the fries. Oh well. One of my motto is, "let the children eat." So that's why I backed off after I saw them in attack mode. What was I thinking...a small tub of boardwalk fries for a family of 5?!&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-1509328128008540663?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1509328128008540663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1509328128008540663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShwancobLxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yL_OAQSJEbQ/s72-c/welcome2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3160951951461065434</id><published>2009-05-22T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:51:44.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ RULES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShbJoJVtRlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/o33tOzd0z7c/s1600-h/964288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676099833218642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShbJoJVtRlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/o33tOzd0z7c/s320/964288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShbIwyqmtEI/AAAAAAAAA5U/th-S0WbhXyk/s1600-h/200345774-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST FOR FUN...ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it's the only type of cooking a 'real' man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Routine...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) The woman buys the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the important part:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More routine....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Important again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More routine....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And most important of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(10) Everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PRAISES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THANKS HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for his cooking efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed 'her night off.' And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women....&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&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/4537682716107801530-3160951951461065434?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3160951951461065434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3160951951461065434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/bbq-rules.html' title='BBQ RULES'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/ShbJoJVtRlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/o33tOzd0z7c/s72-c/964288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1991417853112949045</id><published>2009-05-16T14:22:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:14:53.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Hot List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8eb-MpTzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r-oru-tk6WQ/s1600-h/1419023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336517549358665522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8eb-MpTzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r-oru-tk6WQ/s320/1419023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't you just love summer? From the warm rays on your back to vibrantly colored mani-pedis and backyard barbecues with family and friends, the warm months always usher in some of the best times of the year. With all that's going on in the world, why don't carve out some space to enjoy simple pleasures and embrace the ones who mean the most to us?" Angela Burt-Murray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 11 things I plan to enjoy this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Crisp white summer Guess dress w/ the Guess necklace set with my Bebe Gladiator sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A pedicure. I usually like to keep it unique but not too crazy. I love the bright bold white or I'll do a classy french.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336508199596125618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8V7vni7bI/AAAAAAAAA28/sR3F0Y7-76s/s320/k0574427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Going to the Jersey Garden Mall and Cheesecake Factory in NJ with my bff, Zonnie. We still haven't walked the whole mall yet. So HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336509767008114354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8XW-rr1rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2e9Fzafswlo/s320/200220181-001.jpg" /&gt;4. Barbecue and Slip N' Slide with the family! I always love watching my kids playing on the water slide. I might join in this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Going to one of Raheem Devaughn's concert, Jazz concert (in Bmore) or Frankie Beverly and Maze performances with the husband would be really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dips at the pool in my sister's apartment complex. I hope she put me on the list, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nighttime family trips to get ice cream from Friendly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 63px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336507014320943922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8U2wH68zI/AAAAAAAAA20/Y66acMI7X6s/s320/ice-cream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Drive up to Sesame Place water park for the kids. Even though it's really for my husband and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336505806552569890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8Twc1gGCI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hpYlzPkLoNk/s320/promo_emo_world1.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Get a new color eyeshadow palette from M.A.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A color I don't have yet. Yellow. A pigment will also be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 56px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336511483703530610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8Y653xFHI/AAAAAAAAA3U/3EiQkynxFwU/s320/M540.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Old Mills Restaurant in MD with my bff, Zonnie! All you can eat seafood! Crabs, shrimp, oysters, clams, more crabs, more crabs, and shrimp. Eat until you see the light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515795783364114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8c15ntrhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/QOWdn-bpwTg/s320/k0806245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. I love the BEACH! Being on the boardwalk is a priceless experiences. The smell of funnel cakes, candy apples, ice cream, boardwalk fries w/ vinegar and pizza does wonders for me. Watching my children get on the rides is fun. Competing with the Mr. on the water gun game is hilarious! We always draw a crowd when we play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336513853247826114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8bE1HJqMI/AAAAAAAAA3c/uAg-eH2WIZ8/s320/200310721-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it's easy to lose sight of our many blessings. So this summer I'm showing my appreciation for having a great family and good friends and turning 33!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about you?  Think about what you're most looking forward to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-1991417853112949045?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1991417853112949045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1991417853112949045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-summer-hot-list.html' title='My Summer Hot List'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sg8eb-MpTzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r-oru-tk6WQ/s72-c/1419023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4158683977715418124</id><published>2009-05-09T12:10:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:45:10.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Call For Golden Wives Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgWrCo8PGQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pdZ279Mreqk/s1600-h/RAK101164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857395528374530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgWrCo8PGQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pdZ279Mreqk/s320/RAK101164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my discussion to make the Golden Wives Club a private blog. I really feel that some things should be private and this is one of them due to issues of being a wife. Singles are already dealing with issues on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;single hood&lt;/span&gt;, so I really don't feel the need to put more on the singles plate. It's kinda like putting the carriage before the horse. Again, if you are male/female single or married, check out this blog &lt;a href="http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far here is the list for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GWC&lt;/span&gt;. If you are engaged to be married or married and want to be a part of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GWC&lt;/span&gt;, please comment me with your email and I will add you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aloted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zonnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down The Aisle&lt;br /&gt;Patricia&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Festisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chioma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Simispeaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Darkelcee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marlette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Solomonsydelle&lt;/span&gt;-need email&lt;br /&gt;Princess&lt;br /&gt;Sony&lt;br /&gt;Nikki&lt;br /&gt;Sonya&lt;br /&gt;Lip Smack-need email add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4158683977715418124?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4158683977715418124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4158683977715418124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/roll-call-for-golden-wives-club.html' title='Roll Call For Golden Wives Club'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgWrCo8PGQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pdZ279Mreqk/s72-c/RAK101164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-530124725635375979</id><published>2009-05-08T09:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:29:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgQz0MHWv9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/jSGwj11fQjw/s1600-h/bxp29782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444830411800530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgQz0MHWv9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/jSGwj11fQjw/s320/bxp29782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgQzAohBL6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hB-qi58vGkE/s1600-h/bxp29782.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;Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.. I slept all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author:  Unknown&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/4537682716107801530-530124725635375979?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/530124725635375979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/530124725635375979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgQz0MHWv9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/jSGwj11fQjw/s72-c/bxp29782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4669966166535223756</id><published>2009-05-06T21:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:28:47.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgI8e8tWezI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sDa_hSiez2M/s1600-h/RAK101164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332891411150175026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgI8e8tWezI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sDa_hSiez2M/s320/RAK101164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden Wives Club Coming Soon&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;I am happy to announce that a new blog I started will be open soon. I have been wanting to start a new blog for sometime but really never did. Actually I was suppose to do a fashion/make up blog since I delight myself in those areas, but as I was searching the web and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog world&lt;/span&gt; I truly think no one would be interested in mines. These girls got this fashion/make up/style blogs down to a science. &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;For this new blog, I didn't even have to think, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I got my inspiration from the years of being a wife. It started when I found out that one of my classmates from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; were engaged. So I wrote on her wall, "Congrats on the engagement, let me know the date so you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; be in the Hot Wives Club, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;." Then it hit me...."Wives Club?!" Media, magazines, associations are always talking about how to be a mother, and single parent but not about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wife hood&lt;/span&gt; or how to be a wife. Wow, that is something I did struggle with and had to learn on my own on how to be a wife! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have been working on this blog since April and I'm almost done. Golden Wives Club is only for the married and the engaged (wedding date should be no longer then 1 1/2yr). I will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; real topics on being a wife. I'm thinking about making the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog site&lt;/span&gt; exclusive. I'm not sure if I want everyone to be reading for various reasons...so let me know what you all suggest. If you fall in the category of single or married (male) then I do have Single or Married This is For You @ &lt;a href="http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wives and wives to be need  to take our shoes off and let the hair down too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Stay Tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-4669966166535223756?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4669966166535223756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4669966166535223756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog-coming-soon.html' title='New Blog Coming Soon'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SgI8e8tWezI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sDa_hSiez2M/s72-c/RAK101164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1696417204476901887</id><published>2009-05-04T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:58:59.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Road to Restoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sf7ybj3LuKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0pf4j1lDMeo/s1600-h/626028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965564150331554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sf7ybj3LuKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0pf4j1lDMeo/s320/626028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 9 months since I moved back in with my husband and the marriage has been beautiful and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt;. I can only give God only all the credit in this whole deal. Since I'm finally now enjoying my harvest of a wonderful marriage, God is still (and will always be) working on me. There are some areas in me and my life that are being restored and only Christ can do this. Think it would be easy to just submit to God's perfect will for your life and trust Him? Not! But that's where I am and the more I allow Him access in the broken, detour, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;renovationed&lt;/span&gt; areas in my life, the more I am at liberty. After the battle of my marriage my self esteem, confidence, love, who I am, self worth, self value and hope, all got destroyed. But God being the restorer of my soul has given me new eyes to see, new ears to hear, new heart to want to love, new voice; my words are spoken with grace and not bitterness anymore. It's like a new day and I'm so enjoying this walk into restoration. I believe not only is God restored the marriage, but also my life events. I believe that whatever I didn't have, I will now have and enjoy it all the more.  I feel like it will be bigger then what it could have been in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm even taking much better care of myself physically...not talking about the weight loss, but keep up on my skin care etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm taking a break from having a job...I can actually think and figure out what I want to do with my life, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see I am a working masterpiece progress (so are you). It takes time be that person that God tends for you to be, but the key is not give up in the middle of your situation. I know the journey gets weary at times, but that's when you ask God for more grace to complete the race. Finish with excellence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is that needs to be restored, remember only Christ can do it...not money, man, or things...allow Jesus to restore all that the enemy stole from you...you will get a seven fold of it back....get your harvest, you deserve it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-1696417204476901887?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1696417204476901887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1696417204476901887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-road-to-restoration.html' title='My Road to Restoration'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sf7ybj3LuKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0pf4j1lDMeo/s72-c/626028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-418190362885616076</id><published>2009-04-22T11:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:12:16.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se9PKOErF0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/fYMGSkn5bjM/s1600-h/Kimora%20Lee%20Simmons-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se9CJJIb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lMEQNgkDUIc/s1600-h/IS775-062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327549609040146834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se9CJJIb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lMEQNgkDUIc/s320/IS775-062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm tired and fed up with this whole weight loss thing. I was so close to being out of the 200's (I was 3lbs away) and I messed it up with eating my moms cooking for Easter, stupid yeast rolls! Then it roller coaster from there. Next thing you know, I was eating everything is site. Ohhh meee! If I could have just stuck with the plan and stay focus I would be in the 190's, but ohhh nooo, I just had to be greedy and had the mentality of "one BIG plate is not going to hurt, I'm treating myself." Ok people, I'm going to go hard core with the diet. Summer is almost here and I want to be fierce and ready. I have been fat too long (every summer since 2005). I haven't been in a size 9/10-11/12 since Jesus rose from the dead, lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been the chunky one in my family. Both my sister are slim. They don't ever stress about food, dieting, etc...they just eat right. Sometimes I wish I had their built, but this is what God gave me and I have to have discpline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did challenge one of my Facebook friends on the weight lost. She too is trying to lose the weight by June 5. I told her I was game and that I'll whip her butt. So now that I have competition, I should be well motivated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 3 goal outfits that I can't wait to fit in. Yes, I will post pics when I reach my goal in these outfits too. I'm trying to figure out that if I lose a steady 3lbs a week then that will be a total of 21 pounds by June 5th. That will have me at 188 wearing a size 13/14 which is cool. I definitely want to be in that comfortable 11/12 by my birthday August 6th and before I start school. I don't need the stress of school and weight lost, too much, too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hard core weight loss routinue will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. No more treating myself with food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. No more taking a break from eating healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. No more making excuses of "I only live once" motto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. No sugary drinks or foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be healthy and strong. I have 3 kids who keep me busy + a husband. I want to be and look fierce and hott. I want ppl to say, 'oh my, it doesn't look like you have kids, etc...' I don't ever want to have that "Mom" look regardless of my age. &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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I love Kimore Lee Simmons. She stays on top of her game and she has children. We are about the same age too. She is such an inspriation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started yesterday so here I go. I will keep you all posted on the progress...that will be another motivational tool too. So here it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-418190362885616076?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/418190362885616076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/418190362885616076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-or-die.html' title='Do or Die'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se9CJJIb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lMEQNgkDUIc/s72-c/IS775-062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-216369444015268859</id><published>2009-04-21T11:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:40:18.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se3irNLR3QI/AAAAAAAAAs8/3mIYob5hkcU/s1600-h/pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327163166148386050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se3irNLR3QI/AAAAAAAAAs8/3mIYob5hkcU/s320/pirate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMAST NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Somali teenager arrived to face what are believed to be the first piracy charges in the United States in more than a century, smiling but saying nothing as he was led into a federal building under heavy guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdiwali Abdiqadir Muse, the sole surviving Somali pirate from the hostage-taking of an American ship captain, was to appear in a courtroom Tuesday on what were expected to be piracy and hostage-taking charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed with a chain wrapped around his waist and about a dozen federal agents surrounding him, the slight teen seemed poised as he passed through the glare of dozens of news cameras in a drenching rainstorm. His left hand was heavily bandaged from the wound he suffered during the skirmish on the cargo ship, the Maersk Alabama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hurtful and has been bothering me since I found out that the authorities caught and will trial this teenage Somalian pirate. On one hand I was happy that they caught him, but in the same breath I was grieving. I know how we Americans can be and get when foreigners mess with our stuff or people. I know justice will be serve, but let's be real....it's the behind the scenes things that we the public won't see done to this boy. Yes, he has family and love ones, let's keep that in mind. Yes, it was wrong for what he and his boys do/doing/did. So I just hope it will be a reasonable punishment for him, especially this being the first piracy charge in America. I don't even want him in the jail where the others are. We got knuckle heads in our prison system and when these American jail birds find out he will be among them, ohhhhh lorddddd, this poor kid is probably going to get jumped, shanked, raped, beaten and all other crazy stuff done to him for messing with our stuff. Come on! I'm sure you all heard what jail birds do to men who rape children, they get it worst. I pray he makes it out alive and get to see his family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the flip side of my compassion...my father told me several months ago that when they (mom and dad) went on the cruise, they got word that one of the other cruise ships was discovered by pirates and that cruise ship had to get on the good foot so the pirates wouldn't catch up to them! NOW, that's scary! Imagine you are enjoying your vacation with your spouse and children and some pirates try and pull over your cruise line....mannnn, I would be scared and pissed off. You mean to tell me that I saved up family vacation money to get pulled over by pirates, tied up, and forsaken?! If I cursed, now would be the time you would be reading curse words, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you see, I do want justice to be served, but in the same breath, I don't want us Americans (more so the jailbirds and psycho authorites) to kill him or torture him (I know they do that in other countries), but I hope we are better then that. (I'm not naive, I know that goes on here too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdiwali Abdiqadir Muse, and the people that will be around him while he is in the US will be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-216369444015268859?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/216369444015268859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/216369444015268859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/piracy.html' title='Piracy'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Se3irNLR3QI/AAAAAAAAAs8/3mIYob5hkcU/s72-c/pirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4017294547557427918</id><published>2009-04-14T14:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:06:40.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time With Spouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SeTTSPs9gzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1Fff42TV94E/s1600-h/chatting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324612969864987442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SeTTSPs9gzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1Fff42TV94E/s320/chatting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, there is nothing like spending quiet moments with my husband. Kids are gone at grandma's. House is clean, laundry put away (I wish it would stay away), and I'm looking and smelling good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;....I find it sweet after all these years he is still pulling on me wanting a kiss. One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; quiet time with the hubby is when we go out to eat, rent a movie, come home to cuddle on the couch with our lounging clothes on. If the phone rings then "forget about it" (say that with an Italian accent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Smelling his cologne on his chest can be intoxicating and sometimes I may even fall asleep. It's soothing to me when my hubby's warm hands rub my back. It feels as though all the cares of the world doesn't even matter anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the priceless moments in the relationship that matter. Not the flowers, mini shopping spree, I love you cards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;...but it's the little things like him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; you an I love you message, I just called to say hi, supporting your dream/goal, or listening to you vent about your day/family/friends (even though he may tune you out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been times I took my hubby for granted. I had my 'wake up' call when he went to SC to his cousin's wedding. Simple things around the house almost didn't get done. Taking out the trash was one of them...when I heard them coming down the street, my youngest child and I were straggling down the steps in the rain trying to pull the heavy trash can. I admit, I did wait til the last minute. Mind you I wasn't dressed either. I know the garbage men were laughing at me when I was rushing out trying to catch them with night clothes still on. Other little things too, like car tires and getting the oil change..... Trust me, I'm as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;independant&lt;/span&gt; as they come, but I guess my hubby spoiled me in certain areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I confess. Sometimes I do play 'damsel in distress' with him for the extra attention, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, and it works too. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4017294547557427918?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4017294547557427918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4017294547557427918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/quality-time-with-spouse_14.html' title='Quality Time With Spouse'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SeTTSPs9gzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1Fff42TV94E/s72-c/chatting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3664536072620288588</id><published>2009-04-10T12:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:27:18.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Meaning Of Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd9-o5UIZ2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/K_XwY_StjTk/s1600-h/15297-30ER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323112525620340578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd9-o5UIZ2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/K_XwY_StjTk/s320/15297-30ER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd9-koHAm5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/IZb-V3FiBxI/s1600-h/15297-30ER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; As I was searching for an illustration for the Easter blog entry, this is what I mostly found. Pictures of decorated eggs, bunnies, chocolate candy, baby chicks, more colored eggs and I'm just as puzzled as puzzled can be. What happened? This is not the meaning of Easter and if I wasn't a Christian, I would believe that there is an Easter bunny hopping around giving out goodies. I know it's all fun and games, but come on! It's kinda scary. Can you imagine Christ sitting at the right hand of the Father, after Jesus has rose from the dead, then all the sudden, this Bunny comes in and try to steals the real meaning of Easter. Almost like the 'The Grinch who stole Christmas'. Has anyone ever stole your thunder? Didn't feel good, did it? Well same there. I had to repent, as a Christian, I too had gotten caught up in the hype commercialized Easter. I was focusing on getting baskets, treats, candies, toys, egg hunt and the whole nine. Matter of fact, I was starting to get frustrated that I couldn't afford some of the things for my children. That's when I felt God pulling on my heart reminding me that's not Easter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323110040359410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd98YO_wGwI/AAAAAAAAAps/R4NEhQrXtpU/s320/1770470.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;After three days and three nights, Jesus rose from the dead. It is because of Christ, we now can conquer and have power over sickness and death. We have power over the enemy. What a gift! It doesn't stop there, His name has power. Have you ever had a bad dream or sensed a demonic presence in your room or whatever...say the name 'Jesus' with authority and sure enough it is gone. In the bible it says 'demons flee at the name Jesus. That's what's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323112058442515778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd9-Ns8QhUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1TnkbiFcLwU/s320/1768294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Jesus was resurrected from the dead, that granted us access for our health, spirit, situations, marriage, family, job, finance etc... to be resurrected as well. Just &lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt;. He will do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not saying that I did away with the easter baskets, eggs, candy, etc...but I'm not focusing on that. My focus is back on Christ and what He resurrected in my life. As you all know, for me, it was my marriage and health. Again, God can do it, but you have to be willing to do your part. Who said it was going to be easy? But trust me, it was well worth it. I am now enjoying my harvest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3664536072620288588?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3664536072620288588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3664536072620288588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-meaning-of-easter.html' title='Not The Meaning Of Easter'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sd9-o5UIZ2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/K_XwY_StjTk/s72-c/15297-30ER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-177688329036368747</id><published>2009-04-04T22:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:20:23.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Time For Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sdpx9wjf0rI/AAAAAAAAApU/konFIsIJ9K0/s1600-h/s1026797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321691215511409330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sdpx9wjf0rI/AAAAAAAAApU/konFIsIJ9K0/s320/s1026797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;Laundry, dishes, cleaning, lecturing children, wiping butts, spanking butts, and cooking dinner for family are some of the few things we do as mothers. We are caregivers who are forever giving out to our families, friends, and even other peoples children. Moms, before we take on the never ending load of caring for our families, we must first take care of ourselves. Yes, I know we heard it over, and over, simple, but yet some of us struggle with it. Something as simple like a hot bubble bath with candles, buying that sweet perfume that you have been wanting, or getting those chic pair of shoes you just gotta have. Whatever it is, make time to do it. How can you care for others when you are not taking care of yourself? Not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;, but even mentally. Mothers and even mothers to be, you need to start having "Mommy Time." When you care for yourself it shows and people respect that. Matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt;, most people treat you according to how you look. Yeah, I know it's not right, but that's how society is. Don't look tired and worn out. Try and look neat and fresh at all times even if you are wearing the same pair of jeans or sweats over and over. Make sure you smell good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321042996835177154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sdgkadzw0sI/AAAAAAAAAo8/NJGbHDZweOQ/s320/live_comm_18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moms, don't lose yourself or your fashion in motherhood (I did, but I'm back on track). It's so easy to get lost in little Johnny's soccer, Susan's piano lessons, PTO meetings, homework, school projects, drama, tap, ballet, swimming, planning birthday parties, husband's and household needs! It's so easy to throw on the same ole sweats that you wear just about everyday...and your hair is probably all slicked back in a ponytail. Why? You are probably being pulled left and right from family, so it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;, fast, quick and easy. NOT! Whatever or however you do it, be CUTE. I admire ladies who have children and their hair is on point, make up fresh (if they are wearing any), clothes are sharp, sassy pair of shoes and more importantly they have a good attitude. I love it! They encourage me to keep it up. I try to be that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hott&lt;/span&gt; Momma and I think I'm doing pretty good (however, I do have my off days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't fall into the rut of things. Do you! Let the family know that you are having 'mommy time or me time.' You'll rediscover yourself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is that you like to do or been wanting to do, start planning and make it happen! &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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-177688329036368747?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/177688329036368747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/177688329036368747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-time-for-yourself.html' title='Make Time For Yourself'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Sdpx9wjf0rI/AAAAAAAAApU/konFIsIJ9K0/s72-c/s1026797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7738838041946558542</id><published>2009-03-31T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:08:32.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bentley</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODQ3MjE*MDUxNSZwdD*xMjM4NDcyMTY1NjU2JnA9NTQ3ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTBlMzIyZWRiYmQ4OTQwNGRhZjI*NDY*OTY1OTc5MDIz.gif" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://b1.magmypic.com/usermags/5/0c/c30d1b9a724caac1dfb4f3e6134b0_3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SckQMim9bqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cVnWL6UeddM/s320/200547185-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/10/08/beyonce-single-ladies-lyrics/#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; 'Single Ladies'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 years of marriage and the crazy bumpy roads, hills, mountains, abyss, black holes, pot holes, ditches, Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everest's&lt;/span&gt;, quick sand, swamps, speed bumps, I think you guys get the picture, my man proposed to me again in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing started out when our church had a couples retreat in Ocean City, Maryland which was very lovely. One of the events was the Marriage Renewal of Vows, which I really didn't pay any attention to. However, I did notice that my husband was very excited about this particular event.&lt;br /&gt;The day came for this and while we were returning back home (ceremony was going to be at the church in DE) I told him that we could wear our old rings. &lt;strong&gt;RECAP: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we were separated, we didn't wear our rings and when I moved back in with him, we still didn't wear our rings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I told him this, I notice he had this smile on his face. Honestly I didn't want to wear those old rings, but I knew he didn't buy me a new one, so there was no other choice.....so I thought. That evening we went to church. Funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was trying to talk him out of it because a snow storm was coming and it was already 2" of snow, but he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt;. We got there late and when the pastor was done, they started the ceremony. All the couples got up and went to the back so we could walk down the aisle. Pastor's wife was introducing the couples as they walked down the aisle. When it was our turn, Brian McKnight's 'You're More Then Wonderful' (one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; song!!!!) was playing....I was in awe, I love that song. So Pastor Faye said in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;microphone&lt;/span&gt;, "this couple is a very special couple....this is Angela and D, they were married on Feb. 14, for 12 years...." We proceeded down the aisle. My hubby did whisper to me that he wished he wore a suit and I wished I wore something more formal...my makeup wasn't done, no earrings....not cute! When everyone was at the altar, the Pastor and his wife came to us with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;microphone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm thinking, 'what the heck?!' The pastor had this huge smile on his face and said, 'your husband has something to tell you.' By now I'm thinking, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; lord' I was scared....is he pregnant?, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So D took the mic and started talking. Guys! I don't recall what he said because I zoned out and I'm sure I had a blank look on face. But I do remember him saying something about we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; and I stood by his side, and he did get on his knee and asked me, "will you marry me again?" He took out this black box, and I was thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;!!! How cute!!!! He took the old rings and put them in a box!!! How creative and thoughtful!!! Wow!" But then when he opened the little black box, it was not the old rings, it was a HUGE NEW RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WOWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;! WAIT A MINUTE! The ring is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;goregous&lt;/span&gt;. The church camera zoomed in on the ring and you could hear the people sighing with amazement. I was touched. I didn't think I deserved special things. I didn't know good things like that could happen to me....I only read or hear about them happening to other people....but never experience it of my own. I can only hope and trust God that there will be more good things coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the ring that made my heart swell with joy. It is the transformed Godly man that I prayed for years (fyi, 10yrs) to manifest. God does answer prayers. All the prayers I prayed over my unsaved husband did not return void. Now he is totally a gentleman and a real man of God...opening the car door for me is an everyday thing...going out his way for me is what he does. He respects me, but more importantly he respects God and His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/ladya1/854ab5de2ba7bf2d4bc6bd7fb3b5f002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7617796762793764076?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7617796762793764076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7617796762793764076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-husband-asked-me-to-marry-himagain.html' title='My Husband Asked Me To Marry Him....Again'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SckQMim9bqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cVnWL6UeddM/s72-c/200547185-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3185297916383398045</id><published>2009-02-23T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:04:41.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Has My Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SaNfSlCtPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KKF9dYc_EoI/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306189558758325250" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SaNfSlCtPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KKF9dYc_EoI/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" /&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;I didn't know it was going to overtake my interest. I had no idea. I have always been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; f0r 2 yrs, but just last month was my first time ever using it. Why? Because an associate of mines sent me a friend invite. I wasn't going to decline or ignore her. Funny, I never did confirm the friend invite until a month later. Then my sister found me on there and sent me a friend invite. Mind you, I had no profile picture, weak profile and I was still getting a friend invite. Then another friend of mine found me and requested a friend invite. Okay, by now I'm like, "let me play around with this site...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, let me see who I can dig up." I found a fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://www.solomonsydelle.com/"&gt;http://www.solomonsydelle.com/&lt;/a&gt; so I added her, and I found another blogger that I read, &lt;a href="http://www.rossoscarknightphotography.net/"&gt;http://www.rossoscarknightphotography.net/&lt;/a&gt;. From there it was like a snowball effect and boy people were finding me as quick as a roaches running away when the lights get turned on. What am I talking about? &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Yes, that has my attention to the point where I have to force myself to get off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;. Not good! I'm so behind on my reading my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; as well as keeping up with mines. Dinner is getting cooked late, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; t.v. shows are being missed, and phone calls are not being made due to being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;! Check this out, I had found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who I went school with in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade whom I lost contact with. I lie not, it is so refreshing seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chatting&lt;/span&gt; with them who I haven't seen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YEARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm happy they are still alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I don't like about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is that it tells your business. I mean dang, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; really have to know that I sent John or Jane Doe a message, hug, kiss, invite, or wrote on his/her wall! I have nothing to hide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, but I do have boundaries and I'm sure you do too. But the good thing is that they do give you an option to delete things on your 'telling on yourself wall'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have love ones, or old friends whom you haven't contacted with, try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't like it, you can always delete your whole existence on there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3185297916383398045?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3185297916383398045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3185297916383398045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-has-my-attention.html' title='Something Has My Attention'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SaNfSlCtPAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KKF9dYc_EoI/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1370747383651843325</id><published>2009-01-31T20:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:04:41.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and I'm Here To Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SYUVMXvxEXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RwUf14N4GIE/s1600-h/juggling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297663838948233586" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SYUVMXvxEXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RwUf14N4GIE/s200/juggling.jpg" border="0" /&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;I has been at least 4 months since I blogged. What a journey. I had to take off from being a blogger. It's like a part time job (to me). From typing your life's journey, finding a picture to go with your gist, editing, spell check, reading other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; rants, commenting on their page, trying to keep up with the overall comments, let alone trying to keep up with all 15+ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; you read, deleting that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lengthy&lt;/span&gt; paragraph that you think is redundant (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, you said one thing and worded it 4 different ways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), from checking wedding pics, to wardrobes and the list goes on....like I said it's a part time job. Overall, I did sneak a peak at some of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;...but I didn't do much commenting (I tried to stay on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;). Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://inspiredtosucceedbysituations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YNC&lt;/span&gt; BABE &lt;/a&gt;for introducing me to other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who I enjoy reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just only did I take off from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blogworld&lt;/span&gt;, but I resigned from the 2yr job after Thanksgiving. That was the stress corporate. Guys, when I say I had no energy left to give after work......NO ENERGY!!!! Ever since I started working there, I was supposed to get off work @5pm....guess what.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;more so&lt;/span&gt; 7pm and later. Although the company was getting benefits from me working late, my family was suffering. How am I going to work as a family service worker and I can't even give services to my OWN family! I don't mean any harm, but when the family suffers then it's time to look for something else. Family first, #1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt;! Dinner wasn't getting cooked, children were being neglected on all levels, and the house, my hubby was trying to talk to me, but I found myself zoning out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lawdy&lt;/span&gt;, just looking at the laundry made my chest hurt....dirty dishes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;myyy&lt;/span&gt;....something gotta go! After the heart surgery (in '07) the Dr.'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; me with lupus, so I truly can't afford to stress. I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;refocus&lt;/span&gt; because I'm not healthy mentally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what I'm doing now. My new job is at Gold's Gym and there I work out 5x a day. I met with a personal trainer and I told her everything about my health. I told her about the 4 high blood pressure medication I'm on, the lupus disease, 2 heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, the surgery and by the time I was done, her face was in shock mode. She said I was too young for all of that especially the four high blood pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. She said it's time for me to get serious about my life and stop taking my life for granted.....I wanted to cry when she said that because she was right. My problem is that I pig out on special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; (mind you the weekend is a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; for me). According to their weight charts I'm EXTREMELY obese, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...not just obese, but EXTREMELY....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wowwwww&lt;/span&gt;. I'm short framed 5'3 so that doesn't help. I have 75lbs to lose and I have already lost over 11lbs. FYI, I started at 230, I'm currently 219. My trainer striped my diet harshly. She give me a list of foods and when to eat them. Everything is fresh fruits, veggies, lean meat and water ONLY! She said when I pee, it better look like water. The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; I can have are oatmeal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;kashi&lt;/span&gt; cereal, brown rice, and yam. So far it's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but I did break down twice and got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; food, PIZZA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God so much for my husband being in agreement with me taking off from work to 'get it together.' Not many can do that. My health is so important and one of my doctor's said that I can beat the lupus if I lose the weight. So I'm going to take advantage of this time and bust my tail to get healthy again and back into my 9/10-11/12 clothes. When I do, I'm going to thank God, and then treat myself to a short, edgy, posh bob and buy something nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where you are in life or what you may be going through, remember that you are special and your life is a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. So no more abusing, absolutely no self bashing yourself whether it be physically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; starving yourself and especially verbally. No more saying that you suck, I'm an accident, dumb, ugly, no good, fat, skinny, not worth it, clumsy, it's too late, trash, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; cares about me, no life, it's over, who's gonna want me now etc.....place God back in the center of your heart and the rest will heal. God doesn't make/create junk, He makes treasures and can turn your ashes into beauty. Just because you may not have seen or found it yet, doesn't mean it's not there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&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;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/4537682716107801530-1370747383651843325?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1370747383651843325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1370747383651843325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-and-im-here-to-stay.html' title='I&apos;m Back and I&apos;m Here To Stay'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SYUVMXvxEXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RwUf14N4GIE/s72-c/juggling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2094613716965823289</id><published>2008-11-17T17:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:12:22.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SSH3-RmLNSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rbY5Q-ZBOqQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269765688247661858" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SSH3-RmLNSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rbY5Q-ZBOqQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not going to be on here for a while.  There is absolutely TOO much going on in my life, not bad but just somethings I need to get in order.  So just stay tuned, and hopefully you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; will be reading from me again in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;.  I know, I know, it's a hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;, but as of right now, my life is under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SSH3t2bXYqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wun6OLNoDuQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2094613716965823289?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2094613716965823289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2094613716965823289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-is-under-construction.html' title='My Life Is Under Construction'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SSH3-RmLNSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rbY5Q-ZBOqQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5309920160438406993</id><published>2008-11-02T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:12:44.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SQ3z2sTOwbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/RyfzC6KSnKM/s1600-h/next.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264131660396282290" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SQ3z2sTOwbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/RyfzC6KSnKM/s200/next.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aside from staying busy, tending to the kids, caring for hubby, dealing with this crazy job, trying to lose weight, trying to keep a cleaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt; with the house work (I need a maid), trying to grow out my hair, still trying to clean out my closet, spending more then what I'm making, thinking about going back to school (but for what?), wishing I could buy my Mercedes or Bentley, wishing that we could move to GA or NC into a big nice home, trying to juggle my friends, wondering where are my male friends, and wondering what on earth (literally) is God going to do now in my life, I'm doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I have been so busy around here that I don't even remember how old I am.  Seriously, I was asked by 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; how old am I, and I actually had this puzzled look on my face because I truly didn't remember.  All I could do was laugh and laugh harder...I honestly can't remember.  I know they were probably thinking that I was about to lie, or I didn't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reveal&lt;/span&gt;, but that wasn't the case....I couldn't remember.  My answer to them was, "I think I'm 30, 31, or maybe even 32?"  "You don't know how old you are?!"  I would say, "I am so sorry, but I really don't know, but I can call my husband and ask." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I will focus on my children next year.  They are at that age where I need to have and keep them involved.  Having an 11, 8, and 7 year old is no joke.  I will have them in lessons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activies&lt;/span&gt; that I have been longing to put them in like, piano, swimming, gymnastics, soccer, tennis, computer class, and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entrepreneurship&lt;/span&gt; class.  I refuse to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unmotivated&lt;/span&gt; dumb children.  I want them to write their ideas and express &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their selves&lt;/span&gt; in a POSITIVE way. &lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kimora&lt;/span&gt; Lee Simmons!  I watch her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fabulous&lt;/span&gt; Life show all the time, even the repeats.  You see how she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;involves&lt;/span&gt; her children in her work.  Well, that's what I try to do with mines.  You don't see that often.  I want my children to know the game and play it well!  Key point, have and keep your child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know it's been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; minute with the update, sorry...just been busy.  However, I just want to know what 2009 is going to hold for me.  I hope it's not boring, stale, or predictable.  I hope God allows me to get on His FUN roller coaster of life and allow me to get on as many times as I want without the WAIT!!!  Do you think that is possible?  I feel like I have waited long enough, so how much longer must I wait?  I find myself starting not to care anymore about my wishes or desires.  That's why I don't want to get my hopes up high just to be let down.  So therefore I found a method for the madness which is to invest in my children and watch them grow.  I will not focus on my desires, but I will make sure that my husband and I will care, nurture, and help them grow up to be awesome men and women of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SQ3weLKW2mI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4h-xGkxj5W4/s1600-h/FrustratedGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-5309920160438406993?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5309920160438406993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5309920160438406993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SQ3z2sTOwbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/RyfzC6KSnKM/s72-c/next.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3211826206029480901</id><published>2008-10-15T21:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:16:04.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG AWARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SPaZdqC7oXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vLMycubiDXk/s1600-h/blog_love_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257558349783474546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SPaZdqC7oXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vLMycubiDXk/s200/blog_love_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Sniff, sniff* Wow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, family and friends I am truly touched by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; this award. I first want to thank God for giving me life again and time to blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sniff, sniff* Thank you &lt;a href="http://inspiredtosucceedbysituations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yankeenajiababe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, *sniff, sniff* thank you so much for giving me the I LOVE YOUR BLOG AWARD. Yankee's blog is like morning coffee to me, gotta have it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; more like gotta read it. Her blog is fun, exciting, fresh and we have lots in common with fashion, makeup, wedding websites, life etc....she has supported my blog since I first commented on her blog and she has supported me ever since. Yankee also inspire me to stay on top of my game. You got STYLE! She doesn't know it yet, but I hope we can meet up next year. Thanks, and I love you. Thanks for the AWARD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here are the Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nominated is allowed to put the picture on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate seven other people and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave a message on those people's blog to make them aware that they're nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thereby pass the following Blog Award to the following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to let you know I love your blogs. Here are my favorite top 10. Honestly I have more. Even if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;' list you, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; your dedication to blogging and sharing your world. May God bless you and your family. Thank you bloggers. One love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rossoscarknightphotography.net/"&gt;Ross Oscar Knight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you share your life, love, passion, and personal work to the world and not hold back, then I stand and applaud. This is someone who will invite you in his world and share his photography techniques. All I can say is, check it out. Ross, I'm sure you heard it a million times....so let me make it a million one...I LOVE YOUR WORK, but most of all you have a good heart and it shows through your work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://realitythrukemieyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;D Unspoken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiring. She's real and keeps a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; attitude. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bobbytaylor-bgt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobby Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, this girl is so fashionable and funny. From hair weaves to clothes, being a mother and wife, she will keep you on your toes with her blog entries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaculiar.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PeaCuliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the spot to come when you need to know you are not alone in this world. We all are on different paths, however we all come across the same speed bumps or road blocks in life. And it's different...not the norm. I love her name...so cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://alotedbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aloted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG help, for everyday life. That's what your blog is about and I need it. Thanks for sharing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiomamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chioma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She lives up to her name too...Proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Najia&lt;/span&gt; wife and mother. No matter what country you are from, it's funny how you can share and have the very same issues, concerns and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. I patiently waiting for her update. *Hint, hint, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chioma&lt;/span&gt;! Love ya girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.solomonsydelle.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Solomonsydelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Do you want to laugh? Just click on her name. Her title is what caught my attention, "it was so much easier when I only had one..." After reading, I was hooked!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyguide.blogspot.com/"&gt;LG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now LG keeps it real. She reminds me of my college friends in the South Carolina. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I read her blog I can hear her deep accent in my head. I enjoy the pictures you post too! Yeah, girl, there are times I have no clue what you are saying, since you mix with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, but nevertheless, I understand. You are special and don't ever let anyone tell you less. You always check up on a sista and I appreciate that...you ask me that all the time. Thank you very much. It's the simple things like "hello, how r u, are you ok?" As my ghana friends would say, 'me da say' Ok, so I couldn't spell it, but that's how it sounds. 'Thank you'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you truly live up to your name. You have been a blessing to me and others. Please continue to chase God with all of your heart. There are not many that live on this side, but God is going to reward you greatly because you are feeding His sheep. Thank you for your dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://light-her-lamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaycee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told co workers about your blog. It reaches out to everyone. Regardless of one's path, it's a winner for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kin'shar, NigerianDramaQueen, Remi, United Kingdom, Simeone, Chukbyke.okey.c, Nicole Marie, Sha, Debbie, Naijafinegirl, Jarrai, Ajlike, and Disgodkid, I enjoy reading your blogs. You guys are like season part 2 of my blog life. Each blog has a special place in my heart. I listed the top ten because when I first started blogging, they were there in the begining will all my mess. I just wanted to tell you all thank you for sharing and I enjoy reading what you all put out. One luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3211826206029480901?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3211826206029480901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3211826206029480901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-award.html' title='BLOG AWARD'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SPaZdqC7oXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vLMycubiDXk/s72-c/blog_love_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4128468193091478153</id><published>2008-09-06T21:57:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:58:50.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SMPiIVAUhsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2TpPPAx-JXo/s1600-h/pPOLO2-4384860_standard_t208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243283023894709954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SMPiIVAUhsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2TpPPAx-JXo/s200/pPOLO2-4384860_standard_t208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing new going on. Family is fine, job is fine and I'm fine. So what's really going on? Nothing. Just watching my husband play that dang on PS3 . Between the football games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Socom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and him holding that stupid controller when he should be holding me, I figure this is what my married life is going to be about, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what my "thing" is? SHOPPING online and I love it. It's the best of both worlds. Funny, I remember the day I said that I would NEVER shop online, are you CRAZY... the thought of having my personal credit info on a website made me cringe! I remember my first purchase. It was these BEBE one of a kind sandals. Boy, did I have to have them. I first saw these sandals at the Jersey Garden Mall, but like always, my popular shoe size 8 1/2 were all taken. So I checked it out online and viola! I made the purchase online...nervous, but did it. Then I realized, hey this shopping online thing isn't bad, and it's SAFE! I mean, hey, I still love to hit the malls, flea markets, boutiques, or whatever else that requires two legs and next thing you know, I'm surfing like crazy. Eye candy galore and having a wish list like no other with this whole shopping online. Remember, I love shoes! Shoes, shoes, and more shoes. It's an obsession of mines. I will pay a pretty penny for shoes. However, clothes...not really. I mostly shop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JCPenny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they have their 75% off sale. I brought a 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suit for $5.97 @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (very nice quality), now see.....that's how I do, so when I do see something pricey, I don't feel bad buying it because for my clothes I pay little to nothing. Cream trousers from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, $4.97, and I get compliments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I wear them. Remember accessories is the key to bring out your outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pic in my gist are the latest pair of boots that I brought....I can't wait to rock these babies! They are Ralph Lauren Pia Patent Canvas Boots. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; price were $1200 and I cried like a baby...weeks later I wanted to look at them again and tell me why they were on sale for $400, then they dropped the price down to $315!!!! Come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, that's a steal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No I didn't have the money, but I sure do have a credit card! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I had to treat myself to those boots. I hardly never do anything special for me, I always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; for my family, and put others first, plus, after all the hell I have been through, I decided to buy those expensive boots. I will wear them loud and proud. It felt good buying those boots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend thinks shopping online is pure crazy. I used to think the same thing, but she doesn't know what she's missing. My only suggestion is that if the website looks suspect/very generic, then don't fool with it. One website wanted my credit card info first and I didn't give it. Remember, there are other websites that carry whatever you are looking for. &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;strong&gt;PROS FOR SHOPPING ONLINE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You can look at over 100 different styles of clothing/shoes/ accessories in minutes without hurting feet and stomach growling, or hassle of the nonsense, i.e. cashier with attitude, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You can take your time without people rushing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Even though you may not like something, you can get ideas on how to put certain pieces together, I LOVE IT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If they don't have it at the store, then check online and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you 9x out of 10 it will be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONS FOR SHOPPING ONLINE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You pay shipping and handling fees even if it's just $5.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you might end up paying $10.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; an item that is defected...just send it back and re-order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Out of stock! or Discontinue on an item.....I hate that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You can not try on the clothes to see if it cut small or if it's a perfect fit. But their size chart is legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some sites I go to on the reg. I hope you all enjoy looking as much as I do. These are not all the sites...but maybe I'll add more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebe.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; Ladies, aside from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JCP&lt;/span&gt;, this is where I mostly shop. If you can go to the BEBE outlet, then GO!!! I LOVE BEBE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/"&gt;http://www.coach.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dkny.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dkny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.express.com/"&gt;http://www.express.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;http://www.forever21.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gucci.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I love their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jewerly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, accessories, and shoes. No, I haven't purchased, yet, but I do have my eye on their belt. I just may treat myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guess.com/"&gt;http://www.guess.com/&lt;/a&gt; I love their jeans, shoes, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;juicycouture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninewest.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ninewest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE NINE WEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ralphlauren.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ralphlauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;stevemadden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cache.com/"&gt;http://www.cache.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coogi.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;coogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dereon.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dereon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseofdereon.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;houseofdereon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;zappos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prada.com/"&gt;www.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; never brought anything, but I like to look at their bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rugby.com/"&gt;http://www.rugby.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandee.com/"&gt;http://www.mandee.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownfoxboutique.com/"&gt;http://www.brownfoxboutique.com/&lt;/a&gt; I purchased items from them several times and was well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleased! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisakline.com/"&gt;http://www.lisakline.com/&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;a href="http://www.bisoubisou.com/"&gt;http://www.bisoubisou.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/"&gt;http://www.neimanmarcus.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4128468193091478153?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4128468193091478153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4128468193091478153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping-online.html' title='Shopping Online'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SMPiIVAUhsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2TpPPAx-JXo/s72-c/pPOLO2-4384860_standard_t208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8829333758938144364</id><published>2008-08-14T17:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:31:51.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I moved back in with my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SKSrDnKKq7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1N8lsXZ0Q60/s1600-h/resource17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234496745450941362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SKSrDnKKq7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1N8lsXZ0Q60/s200/resource17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am cracking up at the picture I choose for this gist. Guys, I have to be honest when it comes to my feelings and emotions. There is no other way around it. Any event, I don't even remember the day that I decided to "go back". "Go Back" were the words spoken from people all over, but more importantly what I heard and read from the bible that I solely trust and believe in. God's words are always first, although I do slip up at times. It was hurtful. I thought I was really going to 'move forward' and start this new life of mines all over. From having my own apartment (I never did live on my own and college doesn't count), focusing on my children more, and the dating scene (which I never did when I was single) seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; exciting, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;more so&lt;/span&gt;, just living and being on my own really had me looking forward to this so called new life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is when it hit me. First, people were really trying to encourage me to move back in. That never did stop me of what others were saying. Mind you I did pray to God for a simple answer, yes or no, go or stay. They say God has a sense of humor and I agree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my answer didn't come how I wanted it too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so then, more and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; were saying and quoting what the bible said about the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt;. But people, I wasn't trying to hear that!! I'm doing my own thing and moving forward, and will remarry someone who is really going to take care of me and love me......then more and more, and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, places, media, radio, dreams, other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; husbands etc...were saying what the bible said.....and basically, in a nut shell, 'go back'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I struggled and struggled with this answer. All I kept thinking was, "No! I'm moving forward!" I was too bitter at God to pray and fast to get clarity for myself on the situation. So I continued to harden my heart at the answer that God was sending me through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, bible, etc...All I kept thinking was, "there is no way I am moving back in with my husband. I married very young, and I need to be away from all of this. I had to mature fast and I personally don't think I enjoyed my youth like I should have. It's funny how we humans are never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;. When you are single, you want to be married, when you are married you want to be single. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, what really did push me back to my husband....drum roll please.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; it was the comfort....yes I admit it. Remember I was living with my parents and my children and I were living/rooming in this very small bedroom. It was terrible, but we managed. We were sleeping on the floor for a year til I brought 2 sets of bunk beds. We had one small closet and one dresser to work with. All of my clothes couldn't barely fit in the closet mind you I had to share it with my three children. Something was always getting broke or lost. My nephews would go in our room when I was at work and play around. One day I came home to my little room just to see my tampons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pantie&lt;/span&gt; liners all unwrapped over the floor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I was tired....I applied for sect.8, and other low income &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;apts&lt;/span&gt;. because I couldn't afford $700 plus rent. Mind you they had a waiting list as long as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt; River. Plenty of nights I was thinking, "why am I living like this when I have a beautiful 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom, fully finished and furnished basement, free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; I don't have to compete with the phone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;, or bathroom, and I can walk around the house naked. Then I would look at the low income areas and truthfully, I don't want my children living there, I understand you got to do what you got to do, but why would I go from the palace to the pit, get me? Time passing and people, my husband did change over the time we were separated. That was my second reason why I went back (it should be the first reason). ALL those years of praying and confessing over him to be saved, etc... were answered. I have to say he did transform into a new godly man. Serious about church, God, his marriage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;, reading the bible, his music changed, heck, he's telling me about certain christian artist that I never heard about and the whole nine. People were even telling me that they see us back together, and that I need to give him another chance etc....and I'm thinking (in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; tone) yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now what?! Do I really have to move back? Do I really have a choice? How can God give you the answer when your heart isn't ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it? So I had to REPENT, and I'm confessing to all my readers....another drum roll please...thank you...I was hoping during the course of the separation that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; would have filed a divorce so I could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt; free of having that on my hands/conscience. I just knew his butt was going to get weary and give up and call me saying, "look hon, this isn't going anywhere, so I think it would be best if we just get a divorce." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHAA&lt;/span&gt; the joke is on me. God had other plans and it wasn't divorce. So now the Lord had to get my heart right to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; my husband again. I was more then ready physically(not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;neccessarily&lt;/span&gt; sex, just getting back in the swing of things) but mentally, it's still a process. Of course the children and him are happy, but feel like I'm just lagging along. I had to let God heal my heart because I felt like God let me down. I thought I was going to be cut free from all of this, I thought I had a second chance at life and love. Then the Lord showed me that He did give me a second chance at life and love!!! It was just with the same person...my husband. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, when I get off work, go home and walk in the door...I whisper to myself, 'man it feels good to be back home.' One time I said it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; and he heard me....he smiled. Things aren't perfect..but then again, what isn't perfect. Things are better. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; are not high...they are realistic. No, he didn't buy me a ring, nor a nice bag, or give me money, or a card/poem with flowers saying how happy he is to have me back home, or take me out to get my hair, nails and whatever I get done, or a weekend getaway at the beach...nothing fancy, it's just back to, "Angela, did you cook?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God knows what's best for you. Remember, He will not withhold no good thing from you although it may seem like it at times. Just trust Him again and be still. Your answers will come, but don't despise the packaging of how it comes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-8829333758938144364?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8829333758938144364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8829333758938144364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-moved-back-in-with-my-husband.html' title='I moved back in with my husband'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SKSrDnKKq7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1N8lsXZ0Q60/s72-c/resource17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-9082407599026523506</id><published>2008-08-07T19:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:31:00.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower was a Hit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBky-OqrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/smDi6QtRAgI/s1600-h/100_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917861279017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBky-OqrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/smDi6QtRAgI/s200/100_1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBbjlD3II/AAAAAAAAAYw/wfh1yvZm4E4/s1600-h/100_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917702528097410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBbjlD3II/AAAAAAAAAYw/wfh1yvZm4E4/s200/100_1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBS2IB_HI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VIRfCoV7m7U/s1600-h/100_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBKDUOlCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OWrr5mcQ8VA/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917401809785890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBKDUOlCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OWrr5mcQ8VA/s200/100_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBAD5JxeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/llGEXuvWa8w/s1600-h/100_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917230165968354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBAD5JxeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/llGEXuvWa8w/s200/100_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuA3mlNkUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/giiQAwjX9aY/s1600-h/100_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917084858749250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuA3mlNkUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/giiQAwjX9aY/s200/100_1692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say the baby shower was more then what I expected! Everyone had fun, ate well, and was in awe of the decorations. My event planner Traci did one super fabulous job. Who would have ever thought of having a lite up arch way with baby things, on it? So cool! Here is just a little taste of the baby shower. The pictures do not justify how beautiful and grande it was.  What's next?  Another baby shower, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Who's next?!  Nah, I'll pass, my funds need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recuperate&lt;/span&gt;.  My girlfriend said that the baby shower was like a mini wedding.  It was worth seeing her face light up and being speechless. I wouldn't trade that in for the world.  Just like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt;......Renting the hall $150, event planner $several hundred, baby shower 2 tier cake $150 plus, food $250 plus, seeing your good friend shocked, emotional, and happy......PRICELESS!!!!!&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/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/4537682716107801530-9082407599026523506?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9082407599026523506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9082407599026523506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-shower-was-hit.html' title='Baby Shower was a Hit!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SJuBky-OqrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/smDi6QtRAgI/s72-c/100_1725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3077501892681919619</id><published>2008-07-28T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:58:27.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SI5ZTdSVqjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ym-YVEixURk/s1600-h/babyshowerstuff_2009_39877394.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228214408237656626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SI5ZTdSVqjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ym-YVEixURk/s200/babyshowerstuff_2009_39877394.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that is what I have been for the several days how.  Planning for my girlfriend's baby shower has been a crazy task (in a good way).  Guys, I only have a week to give an over the top, fabulous, one of a kind baby shower for guest of 40 people.  Oh Lord!!!  I cry for grace now in Jesus name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  But  I must say the journey has been fun, stressful, overwhelming, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt;.  This is my first real baby shower that I am planning  and with my expense taste, the bill has been getting bigger and bigger.  I truly want this shower to be unique and not the average.  I rented a hall and an event planner to help me out with decorating the hall.  It's going to be teddy bears with building blocks favors on the table as centerpieces, purple and yellow streamers will be everywhere with balloons, an archway at the door with baby items hanging down.  The cake.....Oh the cake is a two tier cake with purple, yellow, blue and green foot prints decor with a big purple and yellow bow.  Invitations have been sent, games have been established along with the prizes.....gift cards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and gas cards.   Food dishes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nigerian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; have been order and now I'm just praying that everyone especially the guest of honor will love it and have a good time with lots of laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been busy with work and planning.  Other then that, nothing new or out of the ordinary.  I hope all is well with all my readers.  Thank you for being patience with my blogs.  Oh yeah, I moved back in with my husband.  That has taken a lot of my time with everything.  Repacking, loading the car, etc....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mannn&lt;/span&gt;.....  I guess I'll update you all with that later, but everything is cool or should I say better by the grace of God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, just know where your blessings come from.  Remember, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; the Lord your God and He will direct you paths in Jesus name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3077501892681919619?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3077501892681919619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3077501892681919619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-shower-planner.html' title='Baby Shower Planner'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SI5ZTdSVqjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ym-YVEixURk/s72-c/babyshowerstuff_2009_39877394.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4429380193466468726</id><published>2008-06-04T13:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:00:02.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog, Single or Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SEbRW17bxcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aNTTiY-QhiE/s1600-h/couples-4-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080209464247746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SEbRW17bxcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aNTTiY-QhiE/s200/couples-4-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sup bloggers! I assume all is well with everything. If not then continue to believe and trust God that He will bring it to past on whatever your heart is desiring. Just know that God will do it in his timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, guess what....seriously, take a wild guess.....nope, not it, keep guessing....nahhh, I'm not pregnant....but close....anyway, I started a new blog! Yeah, it got birthed yesterday. I have been wanting to start another blog on marriages and being single for over a year now, and I finally started it. This blog will hopefully be a blessing to everyone. I'm still in the process of tweaking it so bare with me. However, I encourage you to check it out. Whether you are single or married, it's for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out! &lt;a href="http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://relationshiptherightway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-4429380193466468726?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4429380193466468726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4429380193466468726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-single-or-married.html' title='New Blog, Single or Married'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SEbRW17bxcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aNTTiY-QhiE/s72-c/couples-4-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8288256207257010318</id><published>2008-05-19T19:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:08:38.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...Your It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ife234.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202229954553534946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="117" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SDIIlMEPWeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7D2acThsi9k/s200/tagged.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aloted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Link the person who tagged you to this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Mention the rules in your blog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag 6 following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; by linking them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been tagged This meme is about any particular mannerism you have, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning.....it's nothing saucy, so please, don't get excited, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love to bust a pimple, mines or yours, I'll bust it! Especially the big juicy ones that make that "pop" sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'll pick my nose still....chew my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buger&lt;/span&gt; and spit it out....I like the saltiness of it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;, I'm nasty!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahahahaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I wear contacts and if I run out of solution for them, I'll put the contacts in my mouth and clean it that way. Nasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When my children were babies, I would smell their butts when I'm changing their pamper. Don't ask....wait til you have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I stick my hands in my pants when my hands are cold. Sometimes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; do it in public and people look at me crazy and when they do, of course I move my hand. It's funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I do it at home ALL the time and my daughter ask me, "mommy, why are your hands in your pants."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have No idea why I do this......this is the final QUIRK.....ready. When I'm home or come home for work or just home for the day...I take my pants off. If a neighbor comes to the door, I will have a blanket wrapped around my waist. But believe me, those pants are off!!! Why I do this...I have no clue...I guess comfort. One time my daughter (same one) begged me not to take them off....I thought that was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I kept it clean. I really wanted to share some other info, but it would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;.....Too Much Information....I wanted to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about the pubic hair....but not this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed this...I tag &lt;a href="http://www.solomonsydelle.com/"&gt;solomonsydelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;believer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yankeenaijababe.blogspot.com/"&gt;yankeenaijachick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://skepticalbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;ajike&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiomamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;chioma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://light-her-lamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;jaycee&lt;/a&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/4537682716107801530-8288256207257010318?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8288256207257010318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8288256207257010318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/05/aloted-tagged-me-just-great-lol.html' title='Tag...Your It!!!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SDIIlMEPWeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7D2acThsi9k/s72-c/tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2014531650552976561</id><published>2008-05-15T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:10:53.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Prevent You From Hearing The Voice Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SCyzI8EPWdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nVbAg3SXzl8/s1600-h/73262912WrLmVW_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200728635850316242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SCyzI8EPWdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nVbAg3SXzl8/s200/73262912WrLmVW_th.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sup peeps!  I know I would normally have my encouraging blogs on my inspirational blog page, but I really wanted everyone to read this, so therefore as you can see it's on my main blog.  I really feel this is important and after I read this, I knew it was for me....and I hope you get a lot out of it as I did.  If we Christians could get this down packed we would have it going on!!!  So I pray that each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; that reads this will be able to better manage their life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; walk with God, and may God bless them and prosper them in every way.  In Jesus name we pray.  Amen!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of study—When you fail to study the&lt;br /&gt;Word of God, you will hear all different types of&lt;br /&gt;things except for the voice of God. You become&lt;br /&gt;more prone to making impulsive decisions&lt;br /&gt;because you are not sensitive to the will of God.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of prayer—You must fellowship with&lt;br /&gt;God in prayer in order to hear what He has to&lt;br /&gt;say. People who do not have a prayer life are&lt;br /&gt;constantly taking on new projects without&lt;br /&gt;finishing the old ones first. This is because they&lt;br /&gt;are playing a guessing game with God instead&lt;br /&gt;of actually hearing what He has to say.&lt;br /&gt;3. Low self-esteem—People with low self&lt;br /&gt;esteem often do not expect God to speak to&lt;br /&gt;them. So even when He does say something,&lt;br /&gt;they shun it as their own imagination. There&lt;br /&gt;must be an expectancy on your part in order to&lt;br /&gt;realize the will of God as an active force in your&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lending your ear to too many ungodly&lt;br /&gt;sources—This will cause you to hear nothing&lt;br /&gt;except a lot of bad advice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Always telling God how to answer your&lt;br /&gt;prayers—While it is a good idea to put specific&lt;br /&gt;requests before the Lord, it is not always a good&lt;br /&gt;idea to tell God how to answer. Often, when&lt;br /&gt;you don’t get the answer that you were&lt;br /&gt;HEARING THE VOICE OF GOD 4&lt;br /&gt;expecting, you say that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t God speaking,&lt;br /&gt;when actually it was.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being too busy to listen.&lt;br /&gt;7. Complaining when you should be&lt;br /&gt;listening.&lt;br /&gt;8. Reacting when you should be seeking.&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving up too soon.&lt;br /&gt;10. Being too stubborn to do things God’s&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the voice of God, you must be willing&lt;br /&gt;to…&lt;br /&gt;1. Listen to what God has to say, even&lt;br /&gt;when it is not what you would like to&lt;br /&gt;hear.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fellowship with Him and build a&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;3. Study the Word of God so that when a&lt;br /&gt;contrary voice tempts you to do&lt;br /&gt;something that does not line up with&lt;br /&gt;scripture, you will immediately&lt;br /&gt;recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pray for discernment.&lt;br /&gt;5. Build your faith. You build your faith by&lt;br /&gt;acting upon God’s instructions. Faith&lt;br /&gt;without works is dead. (James 2:26)&lt;br /&gt;6. Shield yourself from those with negative&lt;br /&gt;ways of thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Discern When Individuals Are&lt;br /&gt;Operating Contrary to the Will of God:&lt;br /&gt;1. They become evil in the pursuit of their&lt;br /&gt;purpose.&lt;br /&gt;2. They tear down more relationships than what&lt;br /&gt;they build.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2014531650552976561?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2014531650552976561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2014531650552976561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-things-that-prevent-you-from-hearing.html' title='10 Things That Prevent You From Hearing The Voice Of God'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SCyzI8EPWdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nVbAg3SXzl8/s72-c/73262912WrLmVW_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5755449981689894806</id><published>2008-04-29T17:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:22:10.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Reveals Herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SBeQ2VtbzoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/28yRmtr4Msc/s1600-h/100_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194779958410202754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SBeQ2VtbzoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/28yRmtr4Msc/s200/100_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sup all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. I hope everyone has been holding it down in whatever it is. I've been back to work and have been busier then ever. My boss is making sure that I take things very easy which is a blessing. Paperwork and answering phones is what I do (so far). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Any event&lt;/span&gt;, I decided after being on this blog thing for over a year, I should reveal the person that has a lot to say behind the computer. I am and usually particular having pics on here (Blog), but you know....I have pics on Hi-5, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blackplanet&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, remember that), and also on my college website. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, why not on Blog. Now you don't have to guess how I look, *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I will finally be going to my college homecoming in South Carolina. It has been 8yrs since graduation and I still haven't gone. Baby daddy want to come with me, and at first I didn't want him too, but then I got the thinking...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I don't wont to take that long 8 hour drive all by myself." Plus I can't have caffeine like that because of the medications I'm on. I don't want to take a detour to the hospital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....not cool. So, baby daddy it is, as far as him coming with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children are doing great. School is almost out so I look forward for the break. Matter of fact, all summer I will be recruiting for my job. We have 35 slots open for 3-5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and I'm praying we will be fully enrolled for the first day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I'm thinking about a career change. Teaching is what I'm thinking. Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be off on summers and still get paid, off for the Christmas break, Easter, and all the other holidays, plus they get a raise every year. Guys, I want to enjoy my children. I don't want to be that parent that is always at work trying to make a dollar. Plus, I need breaks and being in the teaching profession, I will surely get that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short. Don't put it off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; when you can do it today. Follow your heart and always ask the holy spirit to lead you and guide you in all your ways, for only God knows His perfect will and plan that He has predestined for your life, not your momma, daddy, nor family or friends, but only GOD Almighty has it all map out. No more worrying, for He got you. Be at peace and rest in this season, because He is going to move you higher. In this shift, not everyone can come with you, so if God removes certain or several people in your life, then don't be dismay, let it go. He will send new friends who will help you and who know the true meaning of friendship.&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/4537682716107801530-5755449981689894806?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5755449981689894806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5755449981689894806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/lady-reveals-herself.html' title='The Lady Reveals Herself'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SBeQ2VtbzoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/28yRmtr4Msc/s72-c/100_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2183017753018518100</id><published>2008-04-12T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:47:10.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things are about to change'/><title type='text'>BREAKTHROUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SAEeEAbxK2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3qWFMHQ2I7Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188461299892300642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SAEeEAbxK2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3qWFMHQ2I7Y/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKTHROUGH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Things are about to change"&lt;br /&gt;From the Word: Genesis 32: 24&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day. And when he saw that he prevailed not against him, he touched the hollow of Jacob's thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out of joint, as he wrestled with him. And he said, let me go, for the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;breaketh&lt;/span&gt;. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. And he said unto him, what is thy name? And he said, Jacob. And he said, thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed."&lt;br /&gt;God has downloaded this message to me that I want to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;Things are about to change! It is a dawning of a new day and a new day is dawning! During this season, there are some things you will have to wrestle with alone, and unless you wrestle with those things you will not see the blessing that God has downloaded into the equation of destiny, purpose and time manifested. There is a place in God where the space is big enough for ONLY you. Once you are there, you must press into His Secret Place. In this place you will have the greatest opportunity to wrestle with life-altering issues in prayer. Like Jacob, you will experience a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aloneness&lt;/span&gt;. It is the safest place to spend what I call "me-time." Everyone needs "me-time; a time for you to discover who you really are. A time where you are not defined by what you do or did, but who God originally designed you to be. Do not allow others to define who you are. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Do not mistake your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aloneness&lt;/span&gt; with loneliness. There is a difference between loneliness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aloneness&lt;/span&gt;. Loneliness occurs when there is an involuntary and obvious absence of people who contribute to your sense of belonging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aloneness&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, is a voluntary state wherein a person positions him/her self in a place of solitude and separation. In this text Jacob chose solitude, so that he could wrestle with his destiny and future. In this season, you must find your place of solitude to wrestle with your destiny. This is a season where prayer and fasting will catapult you into a realm of prosperity, health, and success. When you choose this place, you will soon discover that you have chosen to dwell in the secret place of the Most High God. Wrestling with personal issues in this place will always cause you to emerge with more than what you discard there. You will always prevail over the enemy in this place. If you feel that you will come out with less, it means the enemy has prevailed over your life. Stay in this place with God until you break through. This is not the season for the enemy to prevail; this is the season for the body of Christ to prevail. Decree and declare this over your situation: "I am coming out with more!" and "Lord, I will not leave until you bless me."&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's name was associated with a reproach. He had to wrestle with this because his name caused him to be stigmatized. The name Jacob, meaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;supplanter&lt;/span&gt; and schemer, affected him in a very deep way. It was not only his birth name, but it had now become an integral part of his nature. All of his life he had to fight for everything that he acquired. He felt he had to take life in his own hands. Have you ever been in the place where your whole life and existence was predicated upon one fight after another? You are fighting for attention, fighting to be heard, fighting for peace, fighting for your life. Even now, you may be wrestling with some deep financial, emotional, spiritual, personal issues. God spoke to me and told me that this is the ending of a season of warfare and the beginning of a season of rest. The struggle is over! You are no longer wrestling with the devil but with your own destiny. So you might as well give in to the will of God concerning your life. God has given you power over all the power of the enemy. Now allow God to activate the hidden power and potential for growth and development, beyond your yesterday experiences. He has the power and holds the secrets to unleashing your true and authentic nature and removing all stigmas and attachments to your name.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a point where you feel you have to take life in your own hands? Sometimes life gets desperate; you don't see any other way to survive. All of the odds were stacked against you and you had to make your own way. You have been there for others but when it was your turn, no one was there for you I have been there. But I learned to cast all my cares upon God.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens in cycles of 7. You have completed one cycle and you are starting a new cycle of 7. How you exit one season determines how you enter a new season. You have to be able to walk out of the old in order to access the new. God is re-programming your ear to hear a different kind of frequency. He is synchronizing and syncopating you to His symphonic and choreographic movements. I decree that in this season you will be in sync with the divine timing of God.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in 2008 will work according to the timing of the Lord. We are nearing the end of the first quarter and what you hold as priority in the first quarter is going to determine what is going to happen in the next seven years. As with music, in order to move into a new movement, you must resolve the previous movement. Do not try to enter this new season without resolving things from the past season. What God is doing in the first quarter is providing the thrust needed to begin anew and to experience breakthrough. Many of you have battled last year; you were in a cycle of frustration, lack, desperation, and it seemed as if things were not going to change. Like the proverbial saying, "if it was not one thing, it was another." Once you got through one challenge another one was right on its heels. Do not despair. Help and divine intervention is on the way!&lt;br /&gt;There are many believers that are falling between the cracks. The devil wants to keep you in an old cycle, a cycle where he had control over your destiny. The enemies of your soul want to create a cycle where you don't break through to the next level. You could be doing the right thing at the wrong time. Do not allow the spirits of frustration, distraction, anxiety, doubt or fear cause you to miss God in this season. You have to stay focused in this season. This is the year of breakthrough. During this season you are being transitioned into a new me. I hear the Lord say, what is happening is you are ending a season of warfare and you are entering a season of rest and celebration. A season where I will display and manifest my governmental anointing through you. What is needed now is thrust, momentum, consistency, and commitment. Don't let up, don't give in. Hold fast to the profession of your faith. I am thrusting you into position where you will have to make some very hard decisions in order to seamlessly and smoothly move into something that is new. Those things or people that held your five foot ladder cannot hold your 24 foot ladder. Therefore, this year will be a year of release; a year of circumcision and a year of new beginnings. You must release some things and some people. I will release some things to you and some things will be released to you by people. I will release new mantles, gifts, anointing and opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;No more stagnation, the water is rising; water represents movement of the Holy Spirit; water represents the flow of the anointing. You must let go of the old in order to access the new. You will experience breakthrough shortly. A breakthrough is a sudden burst of anointing, awareness and revelation knowledge that propels an individual, organization and ministry pass the point of an impenetrable threshold, glass ceiling, familiarity, comfort, limitations, boundaries, barriers and restrictions, into a new superior dimension and/or realm, breaking soul-ties, shattering strongholds, while establishing new paradigms, relationships, anointing, authority and an awareness of new opportunities. I decree that this is your year for a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;This is the year of the supernatural exponential progression. God will do for you in the next 12-months you could never do for your self in 12 years. This is the year of the open heavens: the clouds are clearing. The sun will shine. He will cause His voice to be trumpeted and cause you to triumph over your enemies. This year will be characterized by open portals. Look for divine opportunities and supernatural ideas. He will make you first and not last. You will have dominion! He will cause you to progress. He will supernaturally cause you to accomplish great things. This is not just the era of the pulpit this is the era of the pew. You are going to break through in your prayer life. God will release a new governmental anointing on your prayer life. You will no longer pray earthbound prayers you will be able to make declarations from heaven's supreme court. He will give you supernatural increase no more lack! You will decree a thing and it shall be established. You don't have to settle for a good life; you can have the perfect life.My prayer for you:&lt;br /&gt;Father you are perfect in all of your ways; you have measured the borders; you have weighed the mountains and scales in a balance. I thank you that things are about to shift; that we have entered a new season.&lt;br /&gt;I decree and declare 2008 a year of new beginnings. I decree and declare that the courage, the capacity, the drive, the commitment and desire to walk away from and sever old things and into the new is released into your spirit now. As we proceed out of the first quarter, I decree you will not leave this quarter without seeing the manifestation of those things that were ordained before the foundation of this world.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will be synchronized and syncopated to the timing of the Lord; and that nothing will be withheld from you; that you will now function without frustration and without hindrance. I decree and declare the heavens, and every portal is swinging wide open. I decree access. I decree that everything in your life is changing for the best. The struggle is over in Jesus name. I command you to breakthrough,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2183017753018518100?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2183017753018518100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2183017753018518100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/breakthrough.html' title='BREAKTHROUGH'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/SAEeEAbxK2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3qWFMHQ2I7Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7225487619115939233</id><published>2008-04-01T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:41:11.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soulful Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R_LNCVQNqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rQIMHd3xo2Y/s1600-h/relationshipmapquest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184431561005443314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R_LNCVQNqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rQIMHd3xo2Y/s200/relationshipmapquest.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Soulful Relationship By Reverend Ronald McFadden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not married yet, share this with a friend. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;are married&lt;/span&gt;, share it with your spouse or other married couples and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An African proverb states, 'Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye. 'Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;low self&lt;/span&gt;-esteem make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults are not really important. Once you decide to commit to someone, over time their flaws,vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs,values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths. You are two unique individuals who have decided to share a life together. Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best of each other? Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control?What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;develop self&lt;/span&gt;-esteem, spiritual discernment, and 'a life', you won't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;find yourself&lt;/span&gt; making someone else responsible for your happiness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;or responsible&lt;/span&gt; for your pain. Manipulation, control, jealousy,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deceitfulness&lt;/span&gt;, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship. Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What keeps a relationship strong? Answer: Communication, intimacy (not sex), trust, a sense of humor, sharing household tasks, some get away time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal, a shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note), sharing common goals and interests. Leave a nice message on their voice mail or send a nice email. Growth is important. Grow together, not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure. Allow your mate to have outside interest. You can't always be together. Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment. Don't try to control one another. Learn each others family situation. Respect his or her parents regardless. Don't put pressure on each other for material goods. Remember for richer or for poorer. If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain will replace the passion. 'Nurture your mind with great thoughts, for you will never go any higher than you think.' The grass withers, the flowers fades, but the word of God stands forever. Isaiah 40:8. Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight? Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary. The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the 'I'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7225487619115939233?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7225487619115939233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7225487619115939233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/soulful-relationship.html' title='A Soulful Relationship'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R_LNCVQNqPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rQIMHd3xo2Y/s72-c/relationshipmapquest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-25055641589616681</id><published>2008-03-19T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:30:44.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R-FM-lOsDdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wYXY1Li6CuQ/s1600-h/TN_Georgia-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179505684482100690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R-FM-lOsDdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wYXY1Li6CuQ/s200/TN_Georgia-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I need help on this.  I'm finally getting a cell phone, however I don't know which is the best carrier.  So far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Verizion&lt;/span&gt; has my attention, but at first I was looking at At&amp;amp;T.  So for all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;participators&lt;/span&gt;, please tell me which carrier and why.  Is it Sprint, AT&amp;amp;T, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Verizion&lt;/span&gt;, T-Mobile....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-25055641589616681?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/25055641589616681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/25055641589616681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/03/which-one.html' title='Which One'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R-FM-lOsDdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wYXY1Li6CuQ/s72-c/TN_Georgia-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-3616182814067214727</id><published>2008-02-29T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:36:13.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care of You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R8g3bfdVSaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9AHFghTJ-MU/s1600-h/aspen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172445117475539362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R8g3bfdVSaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9AHFghTJ-MU/s200/aspen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been quite crazy over here.  No need to even go there.  One thing about this whole blog thing, I promised myself that I would not use/abuse it as a venting ground.  I understand that may work for some people, but for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nahhh&lt;/span&gt;.  We deal with enough stress, bad news, and havoc, so why come here and start fussing.  Besides people, you know I love to laugh....I laugh, you laugh *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really new, although I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; some not so good news on something that I have been waiting for since the summer of last year.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I just have to trust God and keep it moving.  They say when one door closes, God open another one.  So I'm just trusting that He has something better.  Expect nothing but the best, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well couple of days ago mom and I went to John Hopkins in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bmore&lt;/span&gt; for my second opinion concerning this whole Lupus disease that the doctors say I have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; my!  I have heard some serious good things about John Hopkins, matter of fact, a lot of Delawareans go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;.  Any event, I went and I was very please.  This doctor really took care of me.  He listened, took notes, asked questions and when he found out that these Delaware Dr.'s prescribed be 100mg (5x a day) of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;steroids&lt;/span&gt;), he flipped out.  First and for the longest, he didn't believe me.  He said that they don't even MAKE such a high dosage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt;, and I told him that they did (I wasn't trying to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;smart mouth&lt;/span&gt;).  So we went back and forth.  People, keep your records for your records, you never know.  I explained everything and just by his facial expression I could tell that he knew these Doctors did me wrong (not all of them), so if I have to drive an hour and some, then I'll do that.  I don't want myself or anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jepardizing&lt;/span&gt; my health anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been eating right (sometimes) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to the gym.  I've been trying to keep up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;.  See, for me, looking good is not hard, it's being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;consistence&lt;/span&gt; with it.  That's the part where I need help.  Before I lost myself (in marriage, kids, life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; pains, etc...) I used to be on POINT!!!  Nails, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  Hair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  Toes stayed done, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! Eyebrows waxed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  Always dressed up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  Smell good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  Body right, Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!!  And the list goes on from smell goods to just flat out fashionable.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;, but then trials and tribulations came and need I say more that I let myself go. I spoke with an old college friend of mine and he brought back to my remembrance of how I used to carry myself.  He was like, "A, your hair was always done, nails, very classy, always looking good etc..." and as he was talking, I drifted in thought and was like, "wow, I used to look/be that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wowwww&lt;/span&gt;, where is she now?"  "I need to get her back and be better then what I was before."  I don't want to look back and say those were my glory days, NO!  I should be looking hotter then before.  From top to bottom.  I've been down too long, sad too long, neglected myself too long.  I'm still young, what the heck, I need to get it together and do ME!  So I set up my own personal beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt;.  Again, it's keeping up with the look.  I have no problem getting my eyebrows done, it's just that I will wait til they look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;caterpillars&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;centipedes&lt;/span&gt; til I get them redone.  This time round it's every two weeks for me to get them redone and I'm sticking with it.  My hubby's cousin has been trying to convince me to get a Brazilian bikini wax and finally I did and I LOVE IT!!!!!  So needless to say I will add that to the list.  Ladies, please try it, you will actually love it.  A massage once a month is also what I'm going for.  Just keeping it overall tight and together.  Clothes, hair, accessories, shoes, you name it.  I even brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; M.A.C eyeshadow and I love it.  It's funny, people treat you different when you look or present yourself a certain way, I don't agree with it, but that's the society we live in.  Oh yeah, don't forget to take your vitamins.  Anybody can dress it up on the outside, but you want to be healthy on the inside.  Spiritual heath, well pray.  They say prayer changes things and I totally agree.  Prayer gives you hope, peace and faith, in JESUS name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-3616182814067214727?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3616182814067214727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/3616182814067214727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-care-of-you.html' title='Take Care of You!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R8g3bfdVSaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9AHFghTJ-MU/s72-c/aspen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-2181533317884777463</id><published>2008-02-05T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:09:39.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R6kEhaSiCoI/AAAAAAAAATw/dVymIP0ICng/s1600-h/Img_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163663419796228738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R6kEhaSiCoI/AAAAAAAAATw/dVymIP0ICng/s200/Img_1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels good to be back on here.  I hope all had a Happy New Year and expecting nothing but the best for the 2008 season.  All is well with me.  Just lots of doctors appointment, testing, and follow-ups.  Everything is looking good with my heart and health.  I really had cut out the salt in my diet as well as fat.  I started up the gym two weeks ago and I'm loving it.  I'm really feeling better as the days go by.  Now, I'm still on medical leave but I made a decision in my mind that I will no longer be able to work at the job I'm at.  It demands too much stress and right now with the heart condition I have I don't need that type of stress.  Honestly, it hasn't even been 3 months since the surgery.  I need at least 6 months to recover...well, again, I'm resigning as a family service worker.  Now I can focus on the real estate and I'm thinking about reopening my daycare, but this time I need to find a building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's new in my world.  Well after all these years of wanting an authentic african garment, my prayers were answered.  My girlfriend sister in law came in from Nigeria (her first time in the states) and when we first met she gave me a 3pc jewlry set, and then right before we left to go to the outlets at the beach, she handed me a beautiful black and white african attire.  Ohhhh man, my heart melted, that was too sweet of her.  I have to call her "auntie" Dami because she older then me.  I still don't understand that, but oh well.  Auntie Dami and I got along very well.  I expected her to be serious but she was down to earth and schooled me and my girlfriend on fashion and husbands.  Her stepdaughter also came along with her, Tito.  She is cool too.  She is the one that is getting married and they both invited me to the wedding which is in Nigeria.  Man, that would be sweet.  We'll see, although it would be nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby daddy (wink) and I are getting along better then ever.  It's like our friendship has been restored and revived (we all know it was God).  I finally forgave the hell hubby put me through and I no longer throw his wrong doings in his face because I finally truly forgave.  True forgiveness is when you forget that persons wrong doings and love them with a new love, and that can only happen with the help of the holy spirit.  When we ask God for forgiveness, does He throw our sins back in our face?  Nope, not at all.  I'm not saying it's easy, trust me.  Look how long it too me, since 2006.  Better late then never, right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE, LAUGH, and LIVE, that's my motto for this year.  I'm living my life like it's golden, because it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-2181533317884777463?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2181533317884777463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/2181533317884777463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-minute.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Minute'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R6kEhaSiCoI/AAAAAAAAATw/dVymIP0ICng/s72-c/Img_1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-7090236313791896043</id><published>2007-12-25T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:58:02.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R3Gjf-APTqI/AAAAAAAAATY/4Le2pjLLXd0/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148075618676461218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R3Gjf-APTqI/AAAAAAAAATY/4Le2pjLLXd0/s200/banner.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly hope that all have a wonderful Christmas.  Yeah, yeah, we know it's not all about the gifts, trees, food, however it's about God's love; He love us so much that He sent His only son Jesus to us.  Let us continue to be thankful for every single thing God has done.  We have eyes to see, ears to hear, you know the simple little things in life we probably take for granted everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not look at what we don't have, focus on the good and what you DO have.  Check this out....are you not reading this blog, be thankful that you can read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 is the year of new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt; and many other things.  For me, I will finally be living my life like I was suppose to be.  The surgery was a bitter sweet incident.  It really was good for me for that to happen.  I realize that I wasn't living my life to the fullest.  I was always putting off "fun" or simple pleasure of life.  Basically, I was living in the future and not living in the now.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I finally can say, I'm ready to live my life now.  And I will live in the "now" and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  If I want to get, buy, do, eat, watch, and the moment is right, then I will do so.  NO more putting my life on hold, for no MAN or WOMAN....I'm living my life.....finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, have a safe and wonderful New Year's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-7090236313791896043?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7090236313791896043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/7090236313791896043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R3Gjf-APTqI/AAAAAAAAATY/4Le2pjLLXd0/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-9109303365370422719</id><published>2007-12-01T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:44:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Heart Surgery, Yup, Sure Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R1GcVhHDSFI/AAAAAAAAATI/0y0x_uH95sc/s1600-R/er972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139060543285577810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R1GcVhHDSFI/AAAAAAAAATI/Kk06Q7j_N9g/s200/er972.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know where to begin or how to start. Should I talk about the past on how I believe it all start or should I begin with this year......dunno. It's bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; that I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lengthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;writer&lt;/span&gt; and I want to keep it as simple as possible. As young as I am I would have never thought it could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happent&lt;/span&gt; to me. Enough....this is what happen. It all started with me not feeling well. Coughing, sweating, fever, etc...so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to the Dr. and he said I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bronchitis&lt;/span&gt;. Gave me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was on my merry way. I was fine for a while, but I notice that when I'm doing my normal get ready for work routine that I was huffing and puffing and my heart rate was racing like crazy, but I thought nothing of it (actually I did which I need to lose this weight). When I dropped off my children to school, my heart was really pounding and I felt light headed. So fast forward.....I went back to my doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was having chest pains and my legs were numb, and my finger tips were very tender, so tender that I had trouble opening a piece of candy or even turning the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; wheel. Doctor said I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pnemonia&lt;/span&gt; and gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wanted me to get blood work done, so I did. Blood work came back and it was very low. I was suppose to be a 12, but I was a 9. My iron was shot....I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anemic&lt;/span&gt; so Dr. gave me iron pills. Oh yeah, I forgot. I could not keep anything down. I was forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; up, so for a couple of days I was barley eating but I was drinking juice. So got new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Dr. and took it. I wasn't getting better. My sister suggested that I go to the emergency room, but I was like no.... Two more days passed by and Sunday around 4:30pm, I couldn't take it any more. I was breathing so hard and my heart felt like it was going to bust! I couldn't even lay down to sleep, I slept on my knees and elbows. I had to take a bath before I went to the hospital, who knows what they are going to do, besides, you know that saying, "make sure you have on clean underwear when you go to the hospital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" It took me 3 hours to get ready. When I was in the tub and tried to pick up my washcloth, I was totally out of breath, I mean seriously huffing and puffing. It was work trying to wash up, dry off and put on my clothes. Each item of clothing took at least 5 minutes or so, yes people, it was that bad. Half the time I was sitting down trying to catch my breath. I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; that I needed to go to the hospital. You see, I'm the type that tries and will duke it out. Finally I made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;downstairs&lt;/span&gt;, got the phone and called my hubby to take me to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm staggering into the hospital as if I ran a marathon. Signed in and I looked over to my right where the waiting room was and it was PACKED!!!! It looked like a club. I'm thinking, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lord, I'm going to die." The lady sat me down and asked me questions and then the personal questions. I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; because baby daddy was right there of course. Because I check off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt; in paper, chest pains, shortness of breath, nausea, and two other things and then I added the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt; legs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;, fever, sweating, and dizzy they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; gave me a room to be examined. They popped me in the wheelchair and I was in room #8, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes, the # means new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt;.....Anyway, they started on me and they were moving very fast pace. They strip my clothes off and gave me the oh so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; gown, took my blood, did X-rays on my chest, hooked me up to the oxygen, and slapped an IV in my arm. Dr. came and was asking me all the questions in the world. Then Dr. got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cardiologist&lt;/span&gt;. He came in and asked his dozen of questions and told me he was going to do an ECO on my heart to see what was going on. Brought the machine in and like an ultrasound he was looking at my heart, and so was I. Look at it, pumping hard, went through a lot.....wow.....my heart.....been broken....yet still beating.....been stressed.....yet still beating...been wounded....but Jesus healed it all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; discovers that there was fluid around my heart and it was lots of it. How did it get there? Your guess is just as good as mines. But it's there and it needs to go. Now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; is talking about 2 types of surgery that he can preform. As he is talking to my hubby and I on the procedures, I space out thinking to myself, "what the heck?! I'm about to get heart surgery? I'm only 31 years old, what's going on?" The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; told my hubby it will be an hour procedure and they rushed me off in the bed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;operating&lt;/span&gt; room. As they did, I was praying like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On The Operating Table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lord, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; going to be operated on! They prep my body and groin area for that thing to go where my heart is. Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was up.....I should have been put to sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (smile), he started in the groin area first and as he did he kept squirting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;numbing&lt;/span&gt; stuff then he finally got where the fluid was. He tried to get it out but for whatever reason it wouldn't happen. He tried and tried and got frustrated. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; too, laying on that cold table and I think I'm going to die. What was suppose to be an hour long ended up to be 3 1/2 hours. Because he couldn't get the fluid, he popped his gloves off and got on the phone and appeared as though he was fussing to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. stating his case. Got off the phone, and then he started in a new area which was under my left breast. There he go again, sticking that long thing in my side....fast forward...the fluid still wouldn't come out. Now I'm ready to get off this table! Then I found my body fading away......OH MY GOSH!!!!!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt;! I told the Dr. and the nurses, "my body is fading away......my body is fading away......" The Dr. said "what?" "Your fine, all your vital signs are healthy" Then I said, "no, my body is fading away." Don't laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but this is what happened....first, my butt left, I no longer felt it, then my legs left off the table, arms, then my speech became very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;slur&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;paralyze&lt;/span&gt;, then I went deaf, I could no longer hear. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm about to die and I didn't even tell my love ones good bye. So then I begin to repent and ask God to get all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of my heart, etc...... What an experience. I was in a dark place and there was this tiny bit of light. I was too scared to really look to see where I was, I didn't know if I was going to see demons or angels. I asked God if I was going to go home with Him and He said, "I will live and not die" I continue to pray and I wasn't trying to accept the fact that that I was going to die like this....it was suppose to be a simple heart procedure. I was praying and missing if you know what I mean. You know how you pray but you just missing it, so you have to quiet yourself and your emotions and will to God so He can show you what you need to pray for....well, that's what happen. I finally quiet myself and sure enough the holy spirit showed me that I had offense in my heart towards my husband. Matter of fact the Lord played back the event. It was when I was sick and I really thought that I was going to die and I told my husband that if I die, I wanted you to know that I really loved, and he said in so many words, "whatever attitude" So that hurt my heart....when the Lord should me that I held that against him, I was like..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dear". So I repented. Then I asked God again, will I die? I don't want to, I have 3 children to raise, yes they pluck my nerves sometimes, but I want to raise them....so the Lord assured me that I was going to survive the heart surgery. God did tell me so other things but that is just for my ears. It was a divine appointment. Too bad it had to happen like that, but it was needful, very needful. It was a wake up call for me and my destiny. So then all of the sudden my body came back and my speech came back and my hearing. I kept saying to the Dr. and nurses, "my body is back, my body is back," they looked at me and said, "good." I know they were probably thinking, "you never left". Oh well. Little did they know I had an appointment with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dr. tilt my body several times to get the fluid and and very little came out, so he quick the surgery and left the drain in my side under my breast. I was in much pain but happy because it was over and I'm alive. They finished me off and put me in the bed and off I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AfterMath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband was there to greet me and I was in such pain and drugged up. This male nurse was my nurse and he was not a good nurse. But later I got me a good nurse who really took care of me. From then, all day everyday, they took my blood, gave me shots &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;like crazy&lt;/span&gt;, pricking my finger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Xrays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even on my hands, cat scans, kidney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dyopsis&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;msp&lt;/span&gt;), and a blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;transfusion&lt;/span&gt;, it was crazy. They strip my diet to 2gr. of sodium and 2gr. of fat, they said I had hyper tension. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks. They released me the day before Thanksgiving. I dropped 25lbs in the hospital. When I got home, all I did was sleep and stay in the bed for another two weeks straight. I'm still in recovery mode. I still have some pain as I type, but each day I'm getting stronger. I'm watching what I'm eating, especially the salt intake. I'm thankful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that God gave me another chance to live. It's funny how you think you maybe ready to die, and give up on life. No, don't, there is too much work here on this earth to be done, things will get better, you just have to hold out to the very end. Life is really precious and I'm glad I'm here. Don't take life or your love ones for granted, you never know. Had I died, how would you all ever known? Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I did cry at the hospital, but again it was a wake up call for my destiny. I thank God for another day. Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-9109303365370422719?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9109303365370422719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/9109303365370422719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-heart-surgery-yup-sure-did.html' title='I Had Heart Surgery, Yup, Sure Did'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/R1GcVhHDSFI/AAAAAAAAATI/Kk06Q7j_N9g/s72-c/er972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-4367815853233002080</id><published>2007-10-21T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:38:17.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did I Get Married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RxvgiVkHNlI/AAAAAAAAATA/887G1bNBj3I/s1600-h/showInfo-synopsisNavBtm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123935881572857426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RxvgiVkHNlI/AAAAAAAAATA/887G1bNBj3I/s200/showInfo-synopsisNavBtm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, this movie is a must see.  I have to admit, when I heard the title, I was offended.  Reading that question was like listening to a person who has many regrets, attitudes and hurt against what God ordained, marriages.  However, when I watched and saw different previews, I realized that Tyler Perry wasn't putting down marriages.  I was reading the title wrong.  I was reading it in a regretful way.  Try it, read the title in a more happy/appreciative way...."Why did I get Married?"  Funny how we can say one thing in 5 different ways.  We can say "close the door" in 5 ways.  Anyway, I also realized that there was no "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt;" in this movie.  The reason why I'm not crazy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt; (Tyler Perry plays this part as a woman) is because it's cross dressing.  In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deutermony&lt;/span&gt; it states that a man should not put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; garment and vice v&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ersa&lt;/span&gt;.  When one cross dress, they are channeling spirits...you attract those spirits.  Totally against the word of God....anyway, that's another subject for another time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see this movie Saturday.  I was on a hot date.  Who was I dating?  Myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It was just me, I treated myself and it was so wonderful that I will go to the movies by myself again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto the movie, I loved all the characters, but more importantly it was real life drama issues that may creep up in marriages.  Who reminded me of moi and the same drama issues was the character played by Jill Scott aka Sheila.  OH MY GOSH, watching her was like watching ME.  She was the one believing in God to heal the marriage BUT the husband didn't want to do or live right by her....sound familiar?  He was sick of her being fat, forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;complaing&lt;/span&gt; about her weight issues...sound familiar again?  All I can say is that I saw a lot of me in her issues.  Yeah, he divorce her, but the sweet thing was that someone was there to help her heal.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, in my case it was the Holy Spirit, not some good looking dude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  But this guy did lead and guide her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;righteously&lt;/span&gt;.  The another character Angela will have y0u laughing.  She is hilarious....please, just see the movie...don't boot leg it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when you have allowed God to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; heal you.  You'll know because when you see or go back on memory lane on the matter, you feel no pain or hurt.  You don't get that negative feeling.  You don't even have the urge to cry or get mad....you just calm and have peace in you heart.  I truly believe and know that God healed me from the hurtful issues in my marriage.  I was able to watch this character Sheila go through the same abuse that I did and not hurt....I could relate, but I didn't hurt.  That's awesome.  Whatever you maybe hurting from no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt;, God can heal you, BUT you have to let Him do it all the way.  Stop taking back the healing process, stop!  Just keep releasing it even if it's everyday.  Let God heal you all the way, it's worth it.  NO MORE STUFFING your hurt, pain, regrets, shame.  Loose it right now in Jesus Name and ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;.  Now ask God to fill you with His love.  Man's love is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conditional&lt;/span&gt;, but God's love is unconditional.  So what if your daddy hurt you, your mama wasn't there for you...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;, your dad can't even answer why he did what he did, so STOP IT!!!  And look to God to heal you, then you will get your answer that you have been waiting for years for.&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/4537682716107801530-4367815853233002080?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4367815853233002080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/4367815853233002080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-did-i-get-married.html' title='Why Did I Get Married?'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RxvgiVkHNlI/AAAAAAAAATA/887G1bNBj3I/s72-c/showInfo-synopsisNavBtm.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8504261723823925620</id><published>2007-09-24T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:11:16.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Can Explain How Beautiful This Is!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RvgfPlkHNkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zeZPxNtP1bE/s1600-h/love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113871729521276482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RvgfPlkHNkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zeZPxNtP1bE/s200/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated at all my wedding website lovers *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Please read the story first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photosbyknight.com/gray/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.photosbyknight.com/gray/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine......... thinking you are attending your brother's birthday party, just to find out your boyfriend has reserved ten (10) rooms @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the Ritz&lt;/span&gt; Carlton...Upon entering each room a special letter is being read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;by someone&lt;/span&gt; special (in your circle of friends/family). Please take notice to the detail of each room, different color roses and some are laced in gold (breath taking). I'm not sure how long it took this young man to prepare this surprise for her... But I'm very sure she was very pleased.This is off the charts and very romantic. Robert is a graduate of Southern University (Q-dog) and is now an accountant with Home Depot at their corporate office in Atlanta . My understanding is that he financially footed the bill for this weekend himself. It was not supplemented by his parents. I was told that he moved in with his sister for approx. 6mos. and saved the money to pay for the engagement ring and all of the bells and whistles for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;very special&lt;/span&gt; evening.A radio station in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; was playing the song in the slide show and described what he had done and some men called in saying they had to step their game up. It actually touched a few of them because they admitted they didn't respect women on the level that he respects her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I did not write this story. I don't even know who to give the credit to. It was sent to me through an email as a fwd. Just wanted to make that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my input.....&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is WOW!!!  Do men like that really exist.  How did he even get this vision.  You know it was from God.  Everything is symbolic.  It makes me wonder how did he even come to something like this.  He really values her and that is so special especially in these days.  I pray that they will have a wonderful marriage.  I am so happy for that sister.  I pray he treats her right and is respectful to her.  So ladies and men, I guess there is hope.  For the record, there is always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-8504261723823925620?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8504261723823925620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8504261723823925620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-words-can-explain-how-beautiful-this.html' title='No Words Can Explain How Beautiful This Is!!!!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RvgfPlkHNkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zeZPxNtP1bE/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-8837116643365056698</id><published>2007-09-12T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:39:20.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flv_demo" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_10371.jpg&amp;amp;flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/6/10371.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-8837116643365056698?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8837116643365056698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/8837116643365056698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/worth-watching_12.html' title='Worth Watching'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-1941649264049221491</id><published>2007-08-24T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:49:22.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working woman in affect'/><title type='text'>I GOT A JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Rs-AR-4MfxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xfBCB4rvcP4/s1600-h/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102437949258891026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Rs-AR-4MfxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xfBCB4rvcP4/s200/pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eyahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yeahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! So excited, can't even type. Yes, by the grace of God, the doors were open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been looking for a job for a little over 3 years now but couldn't find one. Then it got to the point where I was going to settle. Mind you I have a degree, trust me, that doesn't mean much, but if you have it then it would be nice to use it. My mom kept fussing at me saying over and over, "you have to get your foot in the door or you have to crawl before you walk", does that mean McDonald's!? I thought I paid my dues in crawling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't mind being a secretary in an office, but starting on the very bottom, sorry, but I'm not feeling it. Please, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; had scrubbed floors/toilets, worked at the Burger King, McDonald's, Playtex factory and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunroc&lt;/span&gt; (the water cooler that's probably in your office). I was in this program that helps you find a job, but the jobs they were offering or showing us were these "out of high school" jobs. It was frustrating. All I kept thinking was, "after being a stay at home mom for over 7 years, and all the sacrificing that I did, is this what I get?" Can I have at least something in my field (sociology)!? Man, but you know, I had to submit my ways to God again and ask Him for what He wanted, not me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so then the word got out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Protor&lt;/span&gt;&amp;Gamble were hiring for 1st, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd shift. By now people I was exhausted from looking/applying for jobs by now. My attitude was, WHATEVER!!!!! I just kept thinking what my mom kept saying, so I'm like you know what, screw it! I'll apply. Then I had to readjust my attitude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; people I'm really hurting. Is this the best I can do!? Then it's only for $7.75/hr! But then the Lord brought something to my attention, which was, "it's not about you". If God wanted me to go on an assignment at P&amp;amp;G for a soul or souls then so be it. Its' about Kingdom business. You take care of God's business He'll surely take care of your heart desires. Sure enough, I went through the process and took the drug test and all. Wait, I already applied and had an interview for the job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; that I really wanted. Family Service Worker at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;corporation&lt;/span&gt;. I usually would pray my heart out for this job I wanted, but you know, I'm maturing now, instead of praying my will, I just said "Lord, your will be done." I rested off of that. Anyway, long story short, when I was done with the drug test I went home thinking well, I'll be working at a factory again, at least it's a job. When I opened the door, my mom said, "Ms.Blah called and she said you got the job." I'm thinking, WHAT!?" Mom said it again, "Ms. Blah called from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Telamon&lt;/span&gt; Corp. and said you got the job." I was smiling, but shocked. I'm thinking, "they want me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, I truly know with all my heart it was a test from God. First of all, when hired, they do not give out that information over the phone, secondly, once I gave up my will and asked God for His will to be done (gave up my desires for HIS desires), then that's when God moved on my behalf and opened that door. That's what I learned this time round. Although I knew it, I was blinded out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;desperateness&lt;/span&gt;. Have you ever been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; that you'll do almost whatever it takes. Yeah, that was I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I HAVE A JOB!!!!! So far I've been working there for only 2 days. It feels like home and I know I will enjoy it. The staff is down to earth and friendly. I have a feeling that I will be there for a while.  Oh yeah, my hours are the bomb.  7:30am-2:30pm, plus I'm 5mins away from my children's school, how awesome is that.  I'm thankful, because I wanted something close to my children's school and not burn up the highway every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else is cool. Can't believe this year is almost over. I've been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; busy now since school is starting for the kids plus this new job.......I GOT A JOB!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels good getting back out there. I'm still adjusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Got A Job!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-1941649264049221491?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1941649264049221491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/1941649264049221491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-job.html' title='I GOT A JOB'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/Rs-AR-4MfxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xfBCB4rvcP4/s72-c/pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5380574200585208137</id><published>2007-08-06T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:44:30.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RrfSvpdW7iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NHV1DfpONI0/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095773219417681442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RrfSvpdW7iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NHV1DfpONI0/s200/day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes...I'm 31 years experience with life now.  Therefore, I'm a grown woman *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say my actual birthday was laid back, very laid back.  After a job interview that I had, I just came home and plopped on the couch to catch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zzz's&lt;/span&gt;.   This year I didn't expect anyone to really call me except for my sis.  She sang a sweet soulful happy birthday to me.  Mother-in-law called and did the same, now I was surprised.  A good friend from church called me too and wished me a happy one.  I thought that was sweet.  This year I am not calling around reminding people that it's my birthday.  Shoot, if I've known you for 3 years now, you either know or you don't.  So aside from family, one person called, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  That's better then none.  Oops, baby daddy called and wished me a happy one, and he sent lots of roses to my house.  It was really sweet, but I wish he didn't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However my best friend took me out on Saturday for my birthday.  We went to the King of Prussia mall in PA.  We had a ball.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me with a "make -up session" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt;.  When we walked in and it looked as if we were in the movies.  All the make-up artist moving around, doing faces, music pumping, lip glosses, eye shadows, perfumes, and all the glamour!  It was very fast pace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;.  My friend wanted me to relax and get professionally made over by one of the artist.   It was funny because she wanted one of the men with sweetness in his tank to do my make-up.  People, I'm very picky when it comes to my personal things.  Honestly, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; a woman to do my face and that's what we got.  She was GOOD!!!  I wanted the smoky eye look/effect and boy did she give me what I wanted.  Because it was my birthday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a free gift from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt; and my buddy brought me the smokey eye shadow make-up kit from there as well for me.  That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sweet.  Made me feel special. She took pictures so I'm waiting for her to send them to me.  We were going to eat at the Cheesecake Factory, but it was a 2 hour wait. NOT!  So we went to California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kicthen&lt;/span&gt; Pizza. I didn't want pizza, so I ordered the Thai curry noodles with chicken.  Spicy and full of flavor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I learn this go round?  (I'm sighing), I wished I would have learned to enjoy life years ago.  People, this life that they say, "LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE NOW" well, you ARE living your best life now.  This is it.  Stop waiting for something "Big" to happen, just live it up in the place where you are now.  Stop waiting for the promotion, car, job, graduation, baby, getting married, losing weight, gaining weight, wedding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; spree, etc...  You  and only you can make your life happy, it's a choice, an everyday choice.  I find humor in everything.  If not, then I'll be stressed like crazy.  Ride the waves of life with enjoyment!&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/4537682716107801530-5380574200585208137?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5380574200585208137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5380574200585208137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RrfSvpdW7iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NHV1DfpONI0/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-5735817496597201400</id><published>2007-07-16T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:46:25.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Til We Read Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RpwQE4ymjbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12H199ODrN0/s1600-h/aspen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087959355171966386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RpwQE4ymjbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12H199ODrN0/s200/aspen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The internet is being shut down over here.   I don't know for how long or how soon.  In the meantime, I'll be retransitioning (is that a word?!) over there myself.  All will be well for me and my children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bloggers, stay strong.....stay focus....stay alive, meaning your hopes and dreams.  Put God first because He is the only One who will get you through.  He has the masterplan for your life....put God first in all you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One luv&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537682716107801530-5735817496597201400?l=ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5735817496597201400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537682716107801530/posts/default/5735817496597201400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/til-we-read-again.html' title='Til We Read Again....'/><author><name>Lady A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04034077237964160933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/TQ10NaHYhaI/AAAAAAAACXc/5A6YnRejOCw/S220/IMG_4241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RpwQE4ymjbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12H199ODrN0/s72-c/aspen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537682716107801530.post-184607616046694289</id><published>2007-06-30T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:57:49.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One of the things in life I remember the most'/><title type='text'>My AKA Debutante Cotillion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RocoRltmxiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q2Djx9jBOtQ/s1600-h/aka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082074987157177890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pHX7hxN-gk/RocoRltmxiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q2Djx9jBOtQ/s200/aka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yankeenaijachick&lt;/span&gt; , you inspired me to write this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://yankeenaijababe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yankeenaijababe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pearls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loveliness&lt;/span&gt; is what our theme was, I think...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, Vision of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loveliness&lt;/span&gt;, dunno, but I do remember it was something that had "pearls" in it. Ah yes, 1993 was a year to remember. Finding sponsors, escorts, album book, how to be a lady, eat like a lady, dress like a lady, walk and talk like a lady and the overall how to present yourself like a lady was pretty much the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AKA's&lt;/span&gt; debutante mo. This night is suppose to be the most special night of every debutante. Debutante cotillion is when the young girl becomes a woman, her "coming out" is what they may call it. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that wasn't the case for me. Everything was fine and beautiful up til the actual night. My sponsor was wonderful! She did everything for me. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; was more then a blessing. She is very close to our family, especially my mom. I was the one who was suppose to do the running around begging for money, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, begging I call it, but she did all the foot and hand work for me. This lady is sharp. She's well known on the Delaware State University campus and local community. It seems as though she was more excited for me then I was for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any event, the time came where I needed an escort. Mind you I was a junior in high school and was shy as ever when it came to boys. If that wasn't bad enough (being shy), there were hardly any good black guys in our school. I mean barely! Matter of fact, in all my college preps classes, either I or maybe one or two others were black in the class, but for the most part it was just me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ole black girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so, none of the guys in high school added up to the call. Too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thugged&lt;/span&gt; out, too ghetto, or too much. Wait, now that I think of it, there were probably two guys I had my eye on, but I didn't have enough nerve to ask them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After one Aka deb meeting, mom and Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; were chatting about me and an escort. I vividly remember my mom saying to Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;, "oh dear, Angie doesn't have an escort." Dr. O said so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coolly&lt;/span&gt; to my mom, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; don't worry about that, J will take her." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, J is her son. We are pretty much the same age, well he's older by two years. Now J is cool. We both went to the same church and we both were always involved in church functions together along with others. Matter of fact, he used to like me when I first went to the church but I didn't like him. He had a cute smile, but a bit too chunky for me, but he lost the weight later on. When that was said, I was pretty cool with the arrangement, no big deal, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we debs were to have our escorts present for the meetings, he was there each time. Learning the crazy dance as if we were back in England (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; period), the greeting, bowing, and being plain graceful was the name of the game. J and I laughed and had a nice time, but we hardly talked. We were just quiet. No real conversation ever went on between us. Gee whiz, I understand that he was forced (basically) to be my escort, but he should have at least shown a little interest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the night came for my coming out. I had my nails done (fake/long), hair, make-up, dress was flowing and I was ready for my big night along with the rest of the girls. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aka's&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;complementing&lt;/span&gt; me left and right. I felt special and I was looking forward to see my escort. Not to see how he looked, but I wanted him to see me. I knew he would be speechless....ha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ball room was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;! Pink was everywhere. Pink and white balloons was the main decor, jazz music was playing so smoothly, the lights were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dimmed&lt;/span&gt;, waiters and waitress were waiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; to be at our service, atmosphere was great and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mannn&lt;/span&gt;, it was just lovely! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so now it's time for us to meet our escorts, and sit at the assigned tables. As I was watching all the other escorts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;complent&lt;/span&gt; and marvel over their dates, I was looking forward to the "wide eye look" of my escort of me being beautiful for the night. J looked at me, then looked at my nails then looked away. I'm thinking to myself, "WHAT!?" He couldn't even say, "you look nice", that hurt. Instead he said to me, "are those fake nails?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; people, this was strange and weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; heck?! On top of that he was acting very distant to me. It seemed as though someone got in his head. We had little to no conversation at the table. It was terrible. Sad thing, well, really it was a good thing that his sisters who are twins, kept coming to our table smiling, talking, and taking pictures of us as well as my sisters. Especially my sisters. They saw the cold treatment I was getting from Mr. Nigerian and they kept coming to my rescue as well as his sisters. The whole night he probably said five sentences to me. Then when it was over, guess what.....the brother just up and left, he didn't even let me know that he was leaving. I was looking for him because people were asking me where was J. No peck on the cheek, no hug, no "I had a good time", no "see you around/bye". What was that about?! People you know something, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;' hurt by this. I just thought he was rude. The good thing is that I didn't like him in that way. If I did then I would have been CRUSHED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't til years later, 27 years old now I found out who, what, and why that happened. J's Nigerian father told him that I wasn't good enough for him...I wasn't worthy and that J deserve something better. Nigerian daddy also told J not to get any ideas with me because I wasn't good enough for his full blooded Nigerian son. It all made sense. Because I always questioned that night...."what went wrong?" Sure enough that was 3 years ago when I was told who the corporate of that bug in J's head. Dr. O told my mom, then mom told me. It was cool though. However, my question is to his dad, "who are you to determine if I'm worthy?" You don't know who I will be in life. It's funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I told my girlfriend this story, and she dated several Nigerians, well she said out loud, "those dang Nigerians!" I had to laugh, it was funny. Then she proceeded, "that happened to me too, his Nigerian aunt found out that I had two kids and she told me to my face that he deserve better then that, because I wasn't worthy." Honestly, that made me feel a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I learned is that you will only know your self worth and value from God. How does God see you? What visions and dreams did God place in you? Is your confidence in God, self, degrees or what people say about you, etc... Only Christ can show you, you. Not the media, naysayers, friends, family or professors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing was his mom loved and still loves me. She always treated me like a daug
