tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86541360229485256352024-03-04T21:12:58.635-08:00Meandering MemorandumA cozy spot for me to melt down my thoughtsicles...so much goes on in this head of mine :)))CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-84465447466438869822011-02-25T17:32:00.000-08:002011-02-25T17:32:53.487-08:00Do you Zumba??<div style="text-align: center;"> <a data-bk="32.1" data-bns="API.YAlgo" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0PDoTCYV2hNimkAPy.JzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBqNzBoY2J0BHBvcwMxNARzZWMDc3IEdnRpZAM-/SIG=1g5ok5kgh/EXP=1298712600/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Dzumba%2526ei%253Dutf-8%2526fr%253Dsfp%26w=594%26h=597%26imgurl=www.clubsierrafitness.com%252Fimages%252Fzumba2.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.clubsierrafitness.com%252Fzumba1.htm%26size=82KB%26name=Zumba%2bDance%2bClas...%26p=zumba%26oid=6dc822ead289c54b20c08a7415f8cdb3%26fr2=%26no=14%26tt=283000%26sigr=11b9j2ot2%26sigi=11bmge8dj%26sigb=124upsk3i%26.crumb=BrNSOsh0.C6"><img alt="Go to fullsize image" height="320" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=701154073579&id=2269faf029242d0a468063fa88f8c093" title="http://www.clubsierrafitness.com/zumba1.htm" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Have you guys heard of this new workout video which incorporates dance steps from Latin and Caribbean countries into the workout? I first saw Zumba advertised for the XBOX Kinect and I thought it was pretty interesting...I mean anyway to spice up your daily workout would be nice, don't you agree? Well just recently a friend of mines purchased the workout DVD and has been holding "sessions" in her basement. <br />
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At first it seemed too easy, not enough movement, and definitely not as much sweat as I was anticipating. Plus I didn't really feel a burn and being a person who thrives off of instant gratification, I was left wanting more. But as my granny would say "Who tell me say dat?!". The next day I woke up sore in places that I've never felt sore before, walking around at work with a crazy limp. I loved it!!! I knew at that point I've found something to supplement my workouts on a Sunday afternoon when I was too lazy to hit the gym. <br />
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After that first workout, the "sessions" got progressively harder and now I dare not think that I would be leaving that workout without sweating and aching. We've been meeting for about a month now and though I haven't lost weight (which I'm firmly blaming on the weights at the gym) I like the way I look and feel after a workout. <br />
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So have any of you tried Zumba as yet? Do any of you plan on giving it a try? Let me know if you are a fan or if it just doesn't hit that spot for you. <br />
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Until next time,<br />
MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7403104943051868762011-02-24T10:58:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:04:43.218-08:00I'm Back!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJWRk9z41GM5XZk245hJcySUPS36BoXftk9Vf1LaDFDcMUavVTwBomp6u42wrp6wKgk2SZCTvy1vKkpTo4Fx8pLCLCCcYRExFuIR0mzHxzJJNuTIuq_76y8iLtuIR0XUFO_kZ_GKo9Fs/s1600/hello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJWRk9z41GM5XZk245hJcySUPS36BoXftk9Vf1LaDFDcMUavVTwBomp6u42wrp6wKgk2SZCTvy1vKkpTo4Fx8pLCLCCcYRExFuIR0mzHxzJJNuTIuq_76y8iLtuIR0XUFO_kZ_GKo9Fs/s1600/hello.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Geez, how many times to I have to disappear and return to realize this is where I belong. The stray always returns to the milk...is that a saying or did that just pop into my head?? It seems so familiar. Oh well, either way I'm back!! I'll be posting in this blog and my spanking new blog Events Enthusiast. (<a href="http://www.eventsenthusiast.blogspot.com/">http://www.eventsenthusiast.blogspot.com/</a>)<br />
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As usual this blog will be my private spot for checking things off that wonder inside my head. While my other blog is solely dedicated to all types of events and my love for planning them. I am kicking off my event planning business this wedding season and I thought it'd be cool to simultaneously blog about my passion. I'd be able to store all my ideas while sharing them with you. <br />
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BTW, if any of you are planning your wedding or are planning any other special event in your life in NYC, Caraballo Events is offering their services for free for the first three months of the planning season (May-July)!!!!!<br />
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For more information contact Chyvone at <a href="mailto:chyvone@gmail.com">chyvone@gmail.com</a>. She'll be looking forward to hearing from you.<br />
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So check back here and there (Events Enthusiats). Hope you all enjoy!<br />
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Until next time,<br />
MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-60734384614146347952009-12-20T09:38:00.000-08:002009-12-20T09:59:04.639-08:00Back In The Days......I would not have wasted any time going outside to play around in the snow. My sis was my wing man and after piling on all the old clothes my mother could find to keep us "safe" and "toasty" we would run out the back door and commence to playing the fool. Snow angels would be all over the yard (mines were always better if I do say so myself). My older brother use to force us to do flips off the back stairs into the pile of snow. Being that I was a freak about safety, I use to feel like I was about to die every time. I always visualize myself landing wrong and breaking my neck. Nonetheless I would flip because with everyone around it was soooooooo exciting. My sis and I would attempt to build the best snowman, but of course we did a botch job and only got the bottom circle to stand for a couple of minutes before it broke apart. With the snow all around us, sometimes with the snow still falling, it felt magical. It felt like we were part of another world for the time being. <div><br /></div><div>Now my brothers are all gun ho about the snow. They were up late last night watching it fall (what losers!!!). And they woke up early this morning (by themselves mind you) and piled on their old clothes to go be the first to jump in the snow. I'm still getting over my sickness so I was advised to not go outside, but it sucks being in the house by myself. I want to go dunk someone's head in the snow, or jump on my little brother back and get a ride around the back yard like the queen that I am. (Side note: My little brother is taller than me, which sucks when I'm trying to get all up in his face but works out well at times like these.) As im writing this post my youngest brother is banging on the door for someone to let him in. He has obviously had enough of the snow and the cold. He is whining about his hands and feet falling off from frost bite. What does a 10 year old know about that?!? He is too funny right now. So, I suppose I should go help him out of his wet clothes. But he has to wait until I finish talking about him on this post. LOL, IM COMING TRAVISSSSSSSSS GEEZ, HOLD YOUR HORSES! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time,(He is gonna hit me for taking so long)</div><div><br /></div><div>MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3654054307660399542009-12-15T14:34:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:33:35.690-08:00Aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: When the Rain Stopped Falling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjoyRTg80xLF5fL2-TsNSI1oXAoqIezl5K9fNF9c1jEzpA77r5crWhynjigU1B6eeGZMoBrJtq45e_bzGoGwzlbCIqtxvC0pw3wAxyZ3nz6sKg5MNQitojUP0xdS5E0LtRwelPUBINvM/s1600-h/Message--13994.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415610877801528674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjoyRTg80xLF5fL2-TsNSI1oXAoqIezl5K9fNF9c1jEzpA77r5crWhynjigU1B6eeGZMoBrJtq45e_bzGoGwzlbCIqtxvC0pw3wAxyZ3nz6sKg5MNQitojUP0xdS5E0LtRwelPUBINvM/s400/Message--13994.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>The city of New Orleans without a doubt had it's back up against the wall when it came down to the fight against Hurricane Katrina. In 2005, Katrina hit land on August 29th and brought total destruction in tow. Being that New Orleans is a city situated several feet below sea level, had a very old, and weak draining system and was practically surrounded by multiple bodies of water, the flooding that quickly ensued was inevitable. The damage to the city was bound to happen with such a forceful NATURAL disaster on it's way. The shock that is associated with Hurricane Katrina and New Orleans wasn't the hurricane itself but rather the aftermath and clean up or lack thereof when the rain stopped falling. In the words of Dan Rather in the foreword to <em>City Adrift: New Orleans Before and After Katrina,</em> the aftermath " challenged directly some of our country's most cherished notions about itself: about our readiness and ingenuity in the face of trouble, about the quality of our leaders, and about the equality of our society".</div><br /><div></div><br />"Everything that happened in Katrina was preventable, and everything that happened was predictable" stated George Haddow, former FEMA deputy chief of staff. These are my sentiments exactly. The lack of preparation for this disaster is what put the aftermath in a class all its own. The absence of emergency preparedness did the honors of tipping over the clean-up, into uncharted waters, which could have been an easier repair. In 2004 a disaster drill dubbed Hurricane Pam took place for the city to prepare for such a disaster. The lessons were not heeded. Warnings from the NHC were overlooked by the government and FEMA and FEMA's infrastructure was crumbling and led to terrible correspondence after the hurricane. There was too many people who could have helped that didn't. They were in perfect positions to put their hand out and offer assistance but that was not the case. All the leaders on all the levels of the government failed the city of New Orleans. Too much time was wasted on trying to figure out who was at fault than trying to fix the situation as quickly as possible. FEMA dropped the ball drastically when it came to aide after the disaster. Individuals did not get their relief trailers until eight months after the landfall of Katrina. The "wait and see" position that FEMA decided to take was beyond disappointing. You can't just let the people take care of themselves. It is not a plan of action but one of disregard. "The damaging aftermath can be substantially reduced by better planning, hard work, and most of all, a mind open to the nature of risk" was brought out by Marc Gerstein in <em>Flirting with Disaster: Why Accidents Are Rarely Accidental</em>.<br /><br />"You can throw all the money in the world at preparedness, but you still have to be ready to go the minute the balloon goes up". Everyone involved could have done a better job at making sure the relief after Hurricane Katrina came quickly and efficiently. Instead persons waited around for days on end for aide to come their way and help them out of a terrible, disheartening situation. The sad thing is that many people knew what was likely to happen. Leo Bosner who was responsible for "national situation reports" commented that the city could wind up being submerged under several feet of water, and that it was a situation that worried him immensely. When they realized that a major evacuation wasn't in the works, they were stunned at the inaction of the government. When buses were sent out two days later for evacuations they were stalled due to "bureaucratic bullshit". All the deficiencies that came up during the drill of 2004 resurfaced their ugly heads during Katrina- they were never addressed. The conclusion of a U.S. Senate committee that investigated Katrina and its aftermath was that "Before the storm, government planning was incomplete and preparation was often ineffective, inadequate, or both. Afterward, government responses were often tentative, bureaucratic, or inert. These failures resulted in unnecessary suffering" as noted in <em>City Adrift: New Orleans Before and After Katrina. </em><em><br /><br /></em><em></em>Many things went wrong concerning Hurricane Katrina, before, during and after. Blame was in a surplus and there was plenty to go around and plenty shoulders for it to fall on. Respectively everyone involved played a part in making this natural disaster a human disaster. But maybe if the preparation for the disaster was effective and panned out the way it was suppose to then many other points when the ball was dropped afterwards, could have been prevented.CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-90881668552836588102009-12-15T10:52:00.000-08:002009-12-15T13:39:51.216-08:00The Dual Identity of New Orleans: Unique yet Trite<div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415559541371693074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYyIlNx5yd3NCkPWZHyW3H9A4rA6-cV_6W3SXHOoHOCxz3-_wX5EzrGSuonLHYkg_nAVwgyLff0sEfVZ4-gtpiOPKE1587hzbePTKH3Bvu3eTeeXjVLuPnNalJ481EhOGPRxSwn9nlmU/s400/thumbnailCAKW4ECH.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415559440619143666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4-p0kT5lMSOGxmfn0eoLq1K2ymrYLR74id_7jGoIWZ_MD0xJ8bsGH1sALAV4vc0OtF05FHftoAdZAbpncBUsf7gOYfb0Ql99wsu1tBTDzllPA_AaBpIAnJSgyXPoQvqItDICVc1xP2s/s400/thumbnailCACRVTP7.jpg" /><br /><div>"I realized that New Orleans might be exotic in some respects but that in others it was exactly like everyplace else." These words were spoken by A.J. Liebling in <em>New Orleans: The Making of an Urban Landscape </em>as he dwelt on and came to terms with the reality of New Orleans situation and status as an American city. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>New Orleans, though very unique in certain aspects, has been dragged down over time to come to resemble every other American city. Founded in the 1700's by the French, New Orleans quickly became inhabited by many persons from many diverse cultures. This melting pot of a city was truly a sight to see. Like every other southern American city at this time, New Orleans had slaves. The unique thing about this was that, it was the only city where slaves actually earned money and could save in order to buy their freedom from their masters. Though inequalities did exist, it was not strong enough to hold down the blacks to a point where progress could not be reached. Eventually, they set up a town called Fauborg Treme, which was a predominantly black community. Many black owned businesses and other ventures sprang up and succeeded in this town. They boasted a black-run newspaper, which was written in both Creole French and English. Also, Treme was the breeding grounds for the plot that led to Plessy v. Ferguson. Many great things happened it Treme, but as usual, all good things come to an end. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>With the phenomenon of White Flight, New Orleans quickly lost it's footing on the pedestal. No longer were neighborhoods, schools, playgrounds, etc. integrated. Those who had the means to move and escape to the newly developed suburbs were taking advantage of the situation. Construction hit New Orleans hard as it tore apart their cities in order to build highways out into the suburbs. When re-construction of homes went up around the highways, they were built to aide segregation. One side of the highway held black housing facilities and the other side held those for whites. The peaceful, integration that existed in New Orleans would be no more, down even to present time. According to Peirce F. Lewis in <em>New Orleans: The Making of an Urban Landscape</em> he notes that "In New Orleans, as elsewhere, blacks are relatively poor and ill housed, and their neighborhoods are poorly attended by municipal services. Educational levels are low, crime rates high. Meanwhile, whites flee and the proportion of blacks continues to increase, as do the isolation and alienation of a population that sees itself abandoned and abused...typical of city after city across the United States". Also according to Hartman and Squires in "The Social Construction of Disaster: New Orleans as the Paradigmatic American City", New Orleans became "characterized by extreme levels of poverty and racial segregation". And this did not just occur over night it was a "cumulative result of a long history of institutional arrangements and structures that have produced current realities". One of those realities is the way that time has allowed New Orleans to slip away from its exclusive position into commonplace area. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Geographically, New Orleans is very unique. It is situated right on the banks of the Mississippi River (which actually created the city by river deposits and is known as the Crescent City) and started off as a port city for trade. The highest parts of the city are right on the banks of the river and the further you get from the way into the "back of town" the ground actually sinks a couple of feet below sea level. Douglass Brinkley makes mention of this in his book, <em>The Great Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, and the Mississippi Gulf Coast</em>, and connects it to a present day malady for the city. Because the lower levels are the area which were prone to flooding the most, there was where the settlement of the poor blacks were. Like every other metropolitan city in American, the poorer, under-developed neighborhoods are inhabited by the "poor black underclass". Geographically, there are ways that New Orleans steps out of that unique category and places itself in the realm of the other cities in America. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As if that wasn't enough Hurricane Katina came and made bad situations worse. The vulnerable people of New Orleans, with the weight of the world on their backs, were doomed against the disaster of Katrina. The fact that the city was built by water and in effect surrounded by water was definitely a factor from the city's history that lent a hand in making a bad situation worse. The politics that also go on with racial segregation and such also could have foreshadowed what was going to happen in Katrina concerning the poor black underclass. According to Hartman and Squires in " The Social Construction of Disaster: New Orleans as the Paradigmatic American City", "social capital - a resource most unevenly distributed by class and race" played a big role in the time of Katrina. Though New Orleans will, with time, recover from the face damage done by the disastrous hurricane, the internal damage that took place years ago doesn't seem to be on the up and up. Optimism in that area is very small. The beads are just going to lay where they fall. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415579999839794562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FBnqZOGFF8oBDSSBuU95No_gwYSFxjnBcOodWV9FqNbexu3AMeqChS8amWK4ketBB1LNK4TvCntu1Mvb01z4bMW06BbJgpoL6c_YkdvaLslC6aZVGoXW5IATKtbi_3BEiylEYvbYQPY/s400/3385729733_7ae125f356.jpg" /></div></div></div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-10826074451488944062009-12-09T10:45:00.000-08:002009-12-09T10:45:00.265-08:00The Audacity of Stupid PeopleOk, so as I have said before my sister and her goofy beau are getting married in six months, May 22, 2010. They got engaged in December of last year and everyone was excited for them. When people heard the news they were all promising to my sister that they would not miss the wedding for the world, come hell or high water they were planning on being there. My sister wanted an outside spring wedding and so she was going to follow in in my parents' footsteps and have the reception in the backyard. My father promised her a grand tent with all the trimmings and everything seemed to be going great, on time and on track.<br /><br />That is until my cousin in Florida came up with the great idea of having the wedding on one of his properties in West Palm Beach. Now my father jumped on the idea within seconds and not long after the happy couple was so in love with the idea they did not want to think of any other options. they were sold on have a mini destination wedding in Florida, a state neither of them had been too. So over the summer we all went down to WPB and helped to put everything in place, from the cake to the catering to the tent and extra trimmings. We were all excited about the progress we were making with the wedding, needless to say the couple were excited about the approaching wedding date. <br /><br />When we came back from the vacation, we went to a little family barbeque and you would not believe the audacity of these stupid people. They jumped on my sister and her beau about moving the wedding to another state. They made them feel that it was beyond inconsiderate to do such a thing because a lot of people were tight on money and such. Plus they brought up the fact that many in the family don't ride airplanes and they should have taken that into consideration. So things blew over but recently they had a little gathering at my aunt's house and were over there bashing us for having the wedding in Florida. Are you kidding me with this nonsense right now? What the hell makes you think that you can dictate when and where someone should have THEIR wedding, <em><strong>their</strong></em> being the operative word. They are totally out of line for even thinking that crap out loud. But isn't family suppose to support you and be there for you when you need them most? Isn't your wedding one such time?<br /><br />My sister said that those who really love her and want to be there will find their butts in WPB on May 22, 2010. Those who do not make it (for stupid reasons) she says that she will cut them off. Now this will be hard for her but trust, my sister is cold at times and it would be very easy for her to hold tight to this threat. I feel sorry for my family because they have opened up a can of worms they wish they never dug up. They cant win this fight because they all have the means to make the weekend trip. I won't lie, if they dont come to my sister's wedding, I think I would be inclined to remove them from my personal guest list---and yes I already have my guest list for my wedding :-)---and if ties are broken then so be it. Hopefully they check themselves EARLY and find themselves at that wedding in six months.<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be listening to my mom and sis talk about these ppl like you wouldn't believe...It's funny)<br /><br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-39426074478668541182009-12-07T22:53:00.000-08:002009-12-07T22:53:00.610-08:00It had me thinking...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVy3W7VDOJyOs444WaADdlEvlYYbPmKiZu66u6CjT8N9YTGslnkMiwQvKhDdN33VulsYSEto3RZKwMe9Eg52RW89VQG6oNi1TaAHNdQtS0C-oSKeieHG_8Oz1limuYNUqandGX8tmY4M/s1600-h/think.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410923154628284434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVy3W7VDOJyOs444WaADdlEvlYYbPmKiZu66u6CjT8N9YTGslnkMiwQvKhDdN33VulsYSEto3RZKwMe9Eg52RW89VQG6oNi1TaAHNdQtS0C-oSKeieHG_8Oz1limuYNUqandGX8tmY4M/s400/think.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I was on someone else's blog and her post had me thinking about the nonsense that went down between me and this chick in one of my classes last semester.<br /><br />***Let me introduce by saying that group presentations should not be made mandatory, even in college. People are still immature and irresponsible, whether freshman or senior.***<br /><br />So we are in class and my professor announces that we will be doing group presentations. Now I did not really care about this because some of my friends were in the class with me and we already were thinking of topics to present. But the next announcement he made was that our group members would be chosen by him and posted on Blackboard that night, no switching. What! How unfair...and it just had to be my luck to get stuck with an air head, a no show, and an over zealous lunatic.<br /><br />Fast-forwarding to after the terrible, DISCOMBOBULATED (sound that out!) presentation, my professor says that he sees he will not be grading us as a group but rather individually, and says to the class that my A could not be dragged down by the air head's C-. So this chick thinks it is OK to start bad mouthing me...in my hearing rage...chick you must have been smoking something. Don't let the hair and the nails fool you trick, we can get it popping. Now I'm more of a lover than a fighter but sometimes these people just tick you off to the point of no return. I have been know to fly off the handle at the most inappropriate moments but I can't help it sometimes. Truly, I can't. You can take the girl out the yard (ghetto) but you can't take the yard (ghetto) out of her. I can attest to that statement.<br /><br />She turns to her friends and start talking about how I did not deserve that grade I got, I was trying to show everybody up, I got the easiest portion (mind you she took first pick), and that she would give me piece of her mind after class. Now the TRINI in me flew out the flicking seat and was towering over her, daring her to say one more thing, to back up the foolishness she was chattering about, and give me one more reason to teach her a lesson. ***I am usually shy and quiet so for her to get me this mad must have been SOMETHING***Through the accent, she looked sooooooo scared which prompted me to continue on my rant of her ignorance and dumbness. I knew she could not fully understand what I was say but I had this Bajan chick cracking up in the back of the class. My professor had to walk over to me, carefully, and tell me that he was gonna knock down my grade if I kept it up.<br /><br />Now because my grade was in jeopardy I shut up with the quickness and sit my butt right down in my seat. But after that day, she dare not cross my path, sit anywhere next to me or even look in my direction. HAHA!<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be reminding everyone, Don't let the hair and the nails fool you!)<br /><br /><br /><br />MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-78649875117017726462009-12-05T18:54:00.000-08:002009-12-05T18:54:00.471-08:00Random Happenings!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNW6F_uLVBPlSpMhqSDImjYBBVnlIdFUYVQIhRAKm0k81-ULi5vS8Zad0ct1KzQScGZIqJAYS8L9kNWkzM3PX25Vu1fX0SaAOQdQvBlDlLxzPI3QD8lBTfLON0dzS7v4n_PT6ott-mfFY/s1600-h/shock.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410475701692826162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNW6F_uLVBPlSpMhqSDImjYBBVnlIdFUYVQIhRAKm0k81-ULi5vS8Zad0ct1KzQScGZIqJAYS8L9kNWkzM3PX25Vu1fX0SaAOQdQvBlDlLxzPI3QD8lBTfLON0dzS7v4n_PT6ott-mfFY/s400/shock.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So one of my girlies got engaged this past Sunday. I'm so excited for the couple, I'm besides myself. Like seriously, they on their grown and sexy status, it is just too much. You just know it's true love and it's wonderful. And the RING!!!, OMFG! it is like a crater...its ridiculous. Not saying that the size matters more than anything else but it for damn sure makes an impression. I was jumping up and down like a mad woman, I was so happy for them. I can't wait for the wedding because I know it's gonna be off the hook. Like plaaa-dooowww...so eager for their big day!</div><br /><div></div>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><div></div><br /><div>So I'm on the train coming to school and this guy is sitting opposite me. I'm reading my book so I don't notice that he is staring at me like thats just the thing you should be doing. When the train makes a sudden stop I look up and DAMNNNNN mister, ok you seen me , now look away. But oh no, instead of looking away he starts with this sly smile and gives me the "what's up" nod. I'm thinking to myself like uh uhhhh, it aint even gonna happen. You ain't getting my name, number, or age, whether it be fake or not. When most of the passengers get off the train, he gets up and comes to sit next to me but I try not to show like I notice and I continue reading my book. Like, are you serious right now with this? He says hi and wants to know where I'm on my way to. Now because I don't want to be rude for fear that he is a crazy nutcase, I say hello but that is all. (Once I was walking to the train station and this cute girl was walking in front of me. Now I was looking at how she was pairing her cute boots and her cut offs and wondering, actually hoping tha she did not go to school like that. Then this guy tries hollering at her and she keeps it moving without acknowledging him. BIG MISTAKE! The guy decides to throw a glass bottle at the chick's head and plaaaa-dooooowww. OH NO! From then on I always make sure I am cordial because I don't wanna get knocked upside my head with a glass bottle. But I digress) When I say hi to the guy on the train he gets up and starting talking smack..."These cute girls nowadays think they the s**t, they don't wanna have no conversation and they don't treat you like a grown man"...Like my dude what the hell do I owe you. I'm not your momma so I do not need to be talking to you. I got up out my seat, told him off, and hoped off the train with the QUICKNESS before I got snatched up. LOL. It was too funny. After the fact. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Until next time, (I'll be looking out for that dummy)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-24319997852603341352009-12-04T11:46:00.000-08:002009-12-04T11:46:00.326-08:00Press OnsWhen I was in high school I was the chick with the nails. My sis and I would get them done religiously, using our allowance to keep up with the times. It was fun, I'm not gonna lie. I got compliments on the colors and styles all the time, it was my thing. It got so bad that I would brag my bf to the nail salon. He hated me when I made him get high off of acetone.<br /><br />But then when I became a senior and got a part time job, my mother made me pay for my own fill ins and then "magically" I realized how much I did not need the nails. It was not worth the $20 bucks I could have been spending on something else my mother was making me pay for myself. And so from then on I haven't put nails on, I've been trying my hardest to take care of my own nails and dress them up when I could.<br /><br />Recently my friend got a set of Revlon Press On nails that she wanted me to review for her. The nails were super cute and I was excited to put them on. They weren't outrageous on the color nor the lenght, just right, just like I use to get them.<br /><br />Aren't they just adorable?<br /><br />Only thing is...I hated them. I got so accustom to my own nails these things were a terror. It was getting in the way of everything, I mean EVERYTHING...seriously. I nearly poked my eyes out twice, I scrachted myself a thousand times and I hurt my bf numerous of times, poor boy, he suffers when I suffer. I don't think that I will ever put nails on again, unless i'm forced to do it against my will (as I will be for my sister's wedding...she doesn't care what dress we wear but she is certain she wants us all to get our nails done...makes no sense) All natural is the way i wanna go from now on. A little polish will do just fine.<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be caring for my wounds)<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-33835395748155956202009-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:002009-12-02T11:04:00.155-08:00Peeves<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span>! I swear people irk my nerves beyond imagination. I learned a long time ago that you can not please everyone. Also you can not be friends with everyone, being cool and being friends is two totally different levels (in my book anyways). Well when I was younger I always wanted to fit in with everyone, and to this day I try and make it a point to show everyone that I have no reservations about getting to know anyone, no matter how different they may be from me. But there is a line that gets crossed when people alter themselves and their personalities to fit in with a group of people. That phony fake nonsense gets me upset beyond belief.<br /><br />I always use to battle with this until I realized I was not benefiting from pretending to be someone and something that I wasn't. From then on when I saw others doing the same thing it would just irk me because I know that it isn't worth it and you would just end up losing out in the ending because you change yourself to fit others that you forget who you really are. It's just a world of chaos. <br /><br />Something else that pisses me off till I wanna scream is jealousy. It is my belief that jealousy is a nasty disease and a lot of people I come in contact with seem to be really really sick. I mean, everyone has their strengths and weakness, there is no reason to be jealous of someone else. If someone has more money or more "things" than you, there is no reason to be jealous because you don't know what that person did or does to get those things. Now I'll be honest when I see someone looking nice, or when I see one of my friends getting a lot of things that I would love to get I'm always like DAMN yo, what about me?!? But instead of getting jealous, I try and do things to fix myself up and remind myself that my time will come eventually. Perfection takes time, didn't you know, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>.<br /><br />When I see people getting jealous of me for some odd reason or another, I quickly try and nip it in the bud. There is no reason whatsoever to ever be jealous of me. I am a firm believer in the fact that each person has their very own thing to offer the world and being jealous of someone else means that you are not taking advantage of your own special something. Just a thought.<br /><br />I'm done with my ranting, LOL.<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be shaking my head)<br /><br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-85328477408527230082009-11-30T09:17:00.000-08:002009-11-30T09:17:00.433-08:00Black Friday RealizationUsually when Black Friday comes around I'm super excited. I'm all for the thrill of staying up, rushing around to get to the mall, waiting in the lines for the outrageous deals and sleeping the rest of the day away. By this time of the year I'm always loaded with cash ready to buy everything I need and most importantly everything that I want. My sister and I make a plan of the stores we're gonna go to based on the deals that they are offering. Even though I'm tired by the end of the event I'm always satisfied with my finds and super excited to show them off. But this year...it was so not the case, unfortunately for me I went, I saw and needless to say I did not conquer.<br /><br />First thing is, I was not planning on going until like a day or two before the "big day". So given this, I was not able to hype myself up and get prepared properly for the shopping. My mother ended up feeling sorry for me, lol, I think and she gave me money to get the stuff that I needed. Plus my sister was fussing about how I could not ditch her because every year we go out and shop. So armed with a card full of cash and my sister at my side, I walked into the mall. Now because I got accustom to spending wisely and thinking twice before every purchase, the "deals" didn't seem like real "deals" to me. I walked in and out of almost every store and did not pick up anything. It was terrible, I would see something I liked and pick it up, inspect it and the price, then put that sucker right back on the rack. Knowing the situation that my family is in, I just cant spend the money because it is there. I know that the money can and will eventually go to something more important than a shirt or a pair of jeans or shoes that I could have bought. Usually, I'm so absorbed in the hype that I forget that the money doesn't really need to be spent. I over do it sometimes and it doesn't really benefit me. Materials things can always come and go. My new view on things helps me to realize the more important things and I value this experience because it will help me make wise decisions in the future. Many people I know spend plently money that they do not have. At least I see myself ahead of the curve. Even though I have it doesn't mean that I should spend it.<br /><br />Lesson learned.<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be patting myself on the back)<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-37966041087041898672009-11-29T12:15:00.000-08:002009-11-29T17:25:49.496-08:00And you thought you weren't being heard?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCtTKyk8VFJ8fMDgSLoMc2ed2m-HU_zc3CyG5w29NT5OqTKniNpgwPRWOGZzy2q80iFf38OBDgBDKcsAvD8GGUQ6YOR6CO50dbB0mUCLec8e9btWJkNsGATRNH7_czj1ZZFzyQ3Z6kXw/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409700245357828050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCtTKyk8VFJ8fMDgSLoMc2ed2m-HU_zc3CyG5w29NT5OqTKniNpgwPRWOGZzy2q80iFf38OBDgBDKcsAvD8GGUQ6YOR6CO50dbB0mUCLec8e9btWJkNsGATRNH7_czj1ZZFzyQ3Z6kXw/s400/blog.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Blogging has become a phenomenon all over the world and rightly so. Everyone wants to feel like they can talk and be heard by any and everyone who would just stop and listen. Blogs give individuals the avenue to vent their opinions, thoughts, concerns and questions. They are able to not only reach, but connect to persons across the country and across the seas. Blogging gives each creator of a blog a space to call their own and a space to relay themselves to the public. As long as someone is willing to listen then bloggers will continue to reach out and relate whatever it is that concerns them.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We can refer to bloggers as citizen journalist, which is someone who does not have professional training in the area of journalism yet their writings are in a sense "published" for the whole world to view, read and comment on. So even though bloggers may not have a degree hanging on their walls saying that they graduated from so and so with a major in so and so, they are still able to write and have others take their work seriously. One such citizen journalist is Yoani Sanchez, a native Cuban who vents about the ills and misgivings of living in a country with unfair government practices and the way she decides to contend with them. Without being disrespectful, though she is considered controversial, Sanchez takes advantage of the "blogosphere" as her avenue to speak to the world of her very own experience living in Cuba on her blog entitled Generacion Y (<a href="http://www.desdecuba.com/generaciony">http://www.desdecuba.com/generaciony</a>). Sanchez has become so popular based on her opinions and experiences alone. Her blog is viewed worldwide and can be read in a slew of different languages. Many persons all over the world are able to get a view of Cuba through the eyes of Sanchez on her terms. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although these citizen journalist speak the truth, it is always their form of the truth, their slanted view on particular topics. Relying on blogs as a substitute for journalism can have its pitfalls and liabilities. Instead of receiving an objective view on a particular matter (which is very hard to find even in the news) the information is totally subjective, shaped to fit the stance of the blogger. Someone may only get one side to the story and therefore may have a view that is askew on a certain topic. Walking around without the complete truth can be a disadvantage to the follower of the blog. For someone to follow Sanchez exclusively without referencing any other news source for information about Cuba would not be a smart idea. One person's thoughts and ideas on a country's dealings on a whole doesnot fully relate the true sense of being in that country and dealing with every aspect of the country. That experience that would be published on Sanchez' blog is unique to her and her alone. Someone else dealing with similar situations may have different opinions on the matter and so narrowing your view of information be a disadvantage to the reader. </div><div> </div><div>Blogging has been a way for persons living every sort of lifestyle to communicate their lives with the world. It has been the life line for some and a daily job for others. And for some others it may be the only thing that gives them a sense of purpose. With blogging, anything is possible. And though bloggers write to be taken seriously, which they should be, taking into consideration the thoughts and ideas and reports of others always helps to round out one's thoughts on a particular situation. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Until next time, </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-83325784588972141882009-11-29T10:19:00.000-08:002009-11-29T10:56:26.284-08:00Over the hills and through the woods...To Grandfather's house we go. LOL, everybody in the car hated me because I kept singing this over and over and over again all the way to Grandfather Leno's house. He lives in Staten Island and the Belt Pkwy was crowded...that was a lot of singing (I think I might have gotten annoyed with my self actually). But when we got there, ol' gramps was waiting for us at the door ready to start the lime (hangout). He made baked chicken and cookup rice. I made fried chicken and my famous mashed potatoes, my sister made baked zitti and veggies, and my mom made a great salad. Everyone rushed out of the cars and could not wait to dig in and bug out. The food was to die for, it was beyond good. I would say that we put our foot in it but that just doesn't sound right. I was just really really really good. It was so good that when everyone sat down to eat you couldn't hear a peep from anyone. The TV was on, music was playing in the back and we were yumming it up.<br /><br />The company was great, everyone was talking and reminiscing about old times in Trinidad (I don't ever know what they are talking about but it is always nice to listen and laugh at the things that use to go down). Even my bf was chimming in from time to time about his adventures in Trinidad, I was soooooo jealous. We ended up playing some silly games with my little brothers. What made it even more fun was the bubblegum flavored vodka that my brother brought in tow.<br /><br />My grandfather is like one of the funniest people I know, I love bussing a lime over by him. Everything is just always so fun. Everyone has a great time and never wants to leave. It's just the best.<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (I'll be yumming on some left overs)<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-37841703010142702962009-11-26T17:10:00.000-08:002009-11-25T18:44:25.763-08:00You remember BRACEFACE?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym-yQTxb81BrpFHagKSwqb7UxVcG9tufNgt6skuw9zkp3wfK3bN4IPPUoduCAag2lZt11pja-2Uj8YnkQJ27Glgf3GDCDpgyr4TdDjCT7CXTDwpoBZbyiuYVo59xNfzsOryaedkobkqc/s1600/braceface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym-yQTxb81BrpFHagKSwqb7UxVcG9tufNgt6skuw9zkp3wfK3bN4IPPUoduCAag2lZt11pja-2Uj8YnkQJ27Glgf3GDCDpgyr4TdDjCT7CXTDwpoBZbyiuYVo59xNfzsOryaedkobkqc/s400/braceface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408213944891694450" /></a>The summer I was going into sixth grade my mom took me and my sister out for "a drive". We loved going places with my mother, we always ended up buying something and then getting something to eat. What child wouldn't love that?! This day my mother was acting all secretive about where we were headed but being greedy little children, we tagged along anyway. When I realized we were going east on the Conduit heading for Long Island, I was nudging my sister mad hard, like YEAHHHH, we about to go somewhere nice. I was getting so excited that I had to start asking my mother some more questions, only this time she decided to answer (she had already trapped us). So I ask if we really are heading to Long Island and she says yes and I wink at my sister because I told her we were going some place nice (Long Island equated nice things when I was little...I know better now). So then after some other questions I ask her if she could finally tell us where we were going and she says to the dentist. Whoa, whoa, whoa--shorty hold up, rewind and come again selector. First off, our dentist is in Brooklyn on Flatbush, second, say whattttt???? You bring us all the way to Long Island to go to the dentist? We better be getting something really nice after this. <div><br /></div><div>Then she lays the bomb on us...we were going to a "special dentist" to get braces. As soon as those words left her mouth tears started rolling down my face. I knew my teeth were messed up but WHY....boys still liked me and so I did not see the need to get braces. Plus I was going into a new school come September and I didn't want to have that junk in my mouth. How cruel could she be? I never knew anyone who had braces but those joints looked like they hurt. Metal in your mouth couldn't end well for you, or at least that was what I was thinking. So after the melt down that my sister later took part in, we pull up to this banging office somewhere in LI. We go in and everyone is so nice to us. We go take pictures of our jacked up teeth and without wasting time those suckers were put on our teeth. </div><div><br /></div><div>For three whole years I had braces, all my years in JHS which undoubtedly meant countless wise cracks and jokes at my expense but the boys were still after me, hehe. I could never lose my touch. All my pics from then were donned with the wire from hell. I tried hard but I could never keep my mouth closed. Soon enough (or not!) May 2003 came and my braces went. I was sooooooooo happy. My teeth were perfect...not white...but still perfect. I went into high school without braces and took on the roll of braces bully. Anyone with braces, I made it a point to let them know I had them but LUCKILY they came off before my high school years started. Now they were to be remembered with braces in their mouths when people thought of them. So sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I guess I should not have spoken so soon because now my teeth are shifting back out of place. It is very minor but I notice it and that is what truly matters. My sister's wedding is in six months and I don't want jacked up teeth all over again. Oh no siree bob! So I brought the proposal to my mother that I should put the braces back on, to rectify the situation before it gets out of hand. I thought it was brilliant, well of course I did because it was my idea. But without sparing a moment, Mommy up and jumps at me like "what is wrong with you girl" and blah blah blah "your teeth are fine" and blah blah blah "our insurance won't cover you because you are over 18" (I knew it would suck to get old) and blah blah blah. How about that? That sucks to the fifteenth power. Now I'm stuck with messed up teeth and no way to fix them. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's ok you can feel sorry for me. I won't blame you. I'm gonna go cry now.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, (serously, I'm gonna cry)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-88442144341939915102009-11-25T12:54:00.000-08:002009-11-25T16:40:08.891-08:00Great News Across The BoardSo today I am labeling "Chyvy's Great Day". Why might I be doing such a thing? Well it just might be that great things have been happening TO ME (which I might add is soooo out of the ordinary) since I woke up this morning. First off, I wake up and my grandmother has made me a beautiful, satisfying, good ol' trini breakfast. It is something I haven't had in a while and I have been craving it so what does she do, she makes it especially for me...what love! Second, I go to Blackboard to check what I got on my philosophy exam, and what do you know, I got 100. How you like those apples...lol, I'm good like that. Third, I get the permission to take three courses over the winter intersession and I'm so excited because this means that I'm not coming back here EVER after January. Whoo hooooo, as Vicki from Housewives of Orange County would say. See yuh latah alligata, in ah while crakadile, as my grand uncle would say, twang and all. Fourth, my mother informed me that I will be hitting the shops on Friday so I am no longer window shopping, I will be doing some majorrrrrrrrr damage. So watch out busters, I am a beast, a very scary, vicious beast when I see a sale. Fifth, I get to spend QT with the BF starting today ALL THE WAY up to sunday evening. Now this might not seem all that great but I hardly see him anymore due to the work overload that we both took on this semester. Such is life but I'm totally happy for this mini rest. Which leads me to the sixth great thing, my last two classes today are canceled, I think that deserves another Whoo hooooo, and there is no school tomorrow. So without further ado I present "Chyvy's Great Day", I hope you enjoy it as much as I.<br /><br /><br />Until next time,<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-45713207312994150372009-11-24T22:40:00.000-08:002009-11-25T10:24:43.085-08:00Grandparents...I just wanted to take this time to shout out my Mommy Elsie and Grandfather Leno. I love them <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooooooo</span> much. They do any and everything for my family. I live with my grandmother and she is without a doubt the backbone for this household, this family. She keeps everything and everyone together, I never want her to leave me, never ever. She better be here for my wedding and for when I have my kids. They would miss out if they never get a chance to meet this wonderful woman. As for Grandfather Leno, he lives in Staten Island but I still feel like he is always around. The man would find every excuse to come down to Brooklyn, everyday. He loves us, I know, can't hide the feelings old man. Anything we ask, he is more than happy to oblige.<br /><br />This weekend my family is going down to his home to spend some time with him, on his turf. He made it very clear that he is not cooking even though the man could throw down (he's just being mean). But of course Mommy Elsie volunteers to cook everything, she never wants to take a break from being in that darn kitchen. But I think my sis and I will take over just this once and put something really nice together. I think we are gonna try something new, something <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ummmmmmmm</span>, well all I got is something new, can't think of anymore adjectives at the moment. The reason behind this is, every time we make something for the first time it comes out GREAT but then the times that follow, it just never comes out the same.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>, I started this post about my grans and ended up talking about food. How <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">convenient! LOL, I'm hungry.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Until next time, (I'll let you guys know what gets cooked)</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">MM</span>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-75594042464054223712009-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:002009-11-23T22:36:15.512-08:00Meet My New Buddies!!<div align="center">All the way from the back of my imaginary closet...INTRODUCING </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407549161062013906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gtdXlviA8hMLQe3jCaG89J-11vUEdjCFsVeN1p3KYcAcC2tFXsjXkoyse-TGf-Lg9-a42JNoi1rS61HZE4FDYQ-N05s1AJfkGA45jOF-tHC-fjnOj_Gg3VN3hxSBD-sdkX1TSIgRYJY/s400/ferris.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">FERRIS</span>...</p><br /><p align="center">She is a beauty, this I know. How perfect we would be together (if I get my way and pout a little more, I think I'll be able to really introduce her to the rest of my friends ;-) My bf will cave eventually, hopefully)<br /></p><br /><p align="center">Not to be out done by any means... here is</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407549908889853378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixfSAQnfCmT3oPOS03w1DTEuttG7N8FYN-bcPMLw1sSUuLAg1QNepXTVBT91ixdo8TMzlipOO1tdvyTXmCVe5Cpsaxz8UHhyphenhypheneb1VJKNrty8keQIccqr4XDatyAwvFVyYj0FLbdfywciI/s400/estella.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Estella...</span></p><p align="center">Now she could really become my bestie this winter. Perfect shoe for outings when it is a little chilly. The pewter shade is just right in my opinion. </p><p align="center">Sooooo I have a little obession with shoes and I'm not planning on getting counseling any time soon. Shoes make me crazy, like loco, nuts, retarded even, sometimes. I don't care where I am, if I see a perfect pair of shoes I have to stop and stare. If I have the guts I'll ask the chick where she copped them from. But I choose wisely, I only buy those shoes which I cannot live without (which has recently grown into a long, long list). My mom already warned my bf about the heavy duty responsibility of keeping up with my shoe shopping hobby. HEHE! Relax people, if they want to be my friends, I do not discriminate by any means. Boots, stilettos, sandals, my arms are open 24/7. Plus, its not like he is going anywhere, so YEAH, I have a shoe problem and most likely you will be supporting my habit. WHAT PUNK! POP! (I should be glad he doesn't read this blog...love you boo boo) </p>So do you girls get giddy over a great pair of must haves???Share, share and share some more!<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (Donations are excepted at all times...I'm serious...no, really, I am!)<br /><br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-56141906372000461742009-11-22T22:58:00.000-08:002009-11-22T22:58:00.296-08:00Coping with 6 ft Under.Recently someone in my family passed away from ovarian cancer. I was not close to her, I know I met her in my life but I don't remember her at all. She was my mom's cousin and she livind in Trinidad. She left behind a husband and a daughter, a host of brothers and sisters and her mom, excluding the rest of the family members. It was sad to hear and see everyone deal with the passing in their own ways. My grandmother did not want to talk about anything at first then se could not find anything else to talk about. My mom cried when she heard the news then seemed to forget all about it. No one else in the house really knew her, so it was only the two of them that I got to watch cope with the death. Personally I have never had to deal with death. No one that was close to me has passed away and so I've never known that pain that others feel when they tell me that someone has died. <br /><br />Sometimes I see people laugh when others die, I see them take a vow of silence, I see them cry until they get sick, I see them not able to enjoy themselves anymore-all ways of coping with death-and I never understand how it is that people re-act to the same problem in so many ways. Now I'm not saying that I want someone close to me to die so I can understand the feeling but it is just something that amazes me. It's not only death, but a range of problems really. Everyone deals with and tries to get over their troubles in different ways even if it is the same exact problem. <br /><br />Have you ever had to cope with the loss of a loved one? Did you and your family react the same way? Just wondering, I would really like to hear your experiences.<br /><br />Until next time,<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-21148771037646549202009-11-22T16:18:00.000-08:002009-11-22T16:18:00.499-08:00Moving Out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWg6jidv_VWJWFA24m0EPA4jjxgb2TyOyTKlKiM3CD9UatV-I8q6SoSveDmUlp2b0Ug-UcHDGt1G5dkwcWbnjF3tx_FaJh3ku-DQKcBxcD7NMCGKMKBJ-xMRl8OgQH1r4D9lhyphenhyphen-xc6B0/s1600/home.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406345397893782018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWg6jidv_VWJWFA24m0EPA4jjxgb2TyOyTKlKiM3CD9UatV-I8q6SoSveDmUlp2b0Ug-UcHDGt1G5dkwcWbnjF3tx_FaJh3ku-DQKcBxcD7NMCGKMKBJ-xMRl8OgQH1r4D9lhyphenhyphen-xc6B0/s400/home.jpg" /></a> The home that I live in right now is the only one that I know. I mean I was born in a different house but I moved into this one when I was going on to 1 years old. (I was a cute baby btw, just thought I'd share that) I know this house like the back of my hand. Every creek, every spot on the wall, every mark on the wood floors, every trick to make things work like magic, this house just belongs to me. When we got new doors and new windows I got upset with everyone because I don't like change. My ideal life would be for everything to never change. I would wear the same pair of sneakers everyday forever if they wouldn't break down on me (Coach Barretts specifically). <br /><br />So my sister is getting married next year, and of course she will be moving out, but I don't get why she is so excited. I mean I'm excited. I don't have to share my room anymore, I've been sharing it with her since I got out of my crib (true story). I don't have to deal with cleaning up after anyone, I don't have to worry about people telling me that I'm messy when I wanna be. It's gonna be great, I just know it is. But why is she so happy? Can't be for the same reason because she is going to be sharing her room with someone else, lol. So I seriously can't understand.<br /><br />When I get married, I know I'm going to be besides myself with sadness. I don't want to live anywhere else. I love my house. Me, moving out, I don't think so. It just won't be right. The house would be sooooooo sad without me. I know it would be. And no one can't tell me different. My parents have been complaining a lot lately about moving back to the Caribbean because they can't deal with the cold weather any more. So I suggest that they stick it out until I'm ready to get married. By then the house would be paid off in full, and when I come home from my honeymoon, they would be shipped out to good ol' Trinidad (or Florida, whichever). Yea, I would miss my fam but I truly think I would miss the house a lot more. I don't know how long it would take me to get comfortable in another house. It might take years. So this is my plan. Now all I have to do is convince everyone to go along with it. My father is cool with it, my mommy looks at me like I'm crazy and my bf laughs in my face every time I bring it up or sneak it into a conversation that has nothing to do with the topic of possible homes after our marriage. He has this idea that when he moves out his mother's house he is moving far away from the ghetto. I try to explain to him that I dont live in the ghetto (yea right). My block is full of private homes owned by respectable, hard working old people. He says I live in the old ghetto, lol.<br /><br />Well you can't blame a girl for trying. I just might be moving out, but I won't do it without a fight.<br /><br />Until next time,<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8057212577040667062009-11-21T15:34:00.000-08:002009-11-21T15:34:00.215-08:00Down Sizing???I never use to be rich, by any means, but I (or my parents) use to live comfortably. I mean, not that we are struggling terribly but things aren't like they use to. Money ain't circulating in my hands like it use to. Whenever I needed or wanted (but mostly convinced myself and my mom that I needed) something I got it. There was never any thought to when I was getting my stuff or any questions about credit cards and debit cards not working. Life was good, well actually it was great. If I wanted something all I had to do was ask nicely and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tadaaa</span>...the cash or the card was in my hand. <br /><br />Well, I can't really say the same thing for how life is treating me now. It's just not right. When I need something I got to let my parents know and then it has to be added to a list that matches its priority. So like if I needed a new winter coat it would go on a list with other things that were similar (the bills get paid first of course, lol). Now, this isn't easy living for me or anyone else in this house. My little brothers, who aren't so little in size (Terrance, who is 12, is already looking down at me. It's sad.) have to wait a long time for things they need, because necessary things for boys are so much more expensive than for girls and there are three of them. Getting accustom to this sort of lifestyle is difficult. I always thought people on tv were making something out of nothing when they had to down size but in all honestly it is hard. You get so use to living a particualr way, then BOOM, sorry you can no longer do things you use to do, and enjoy your money the way you want to (well at least enjoy the fruits of my parents labor). <br /><br />Have a lot of you had to down size or get use to spending less or recieving less?<br /><br />***BTW, it is not that I am a spoiled brat or anything like that. I ould get a job, that is true. But my parents want me to focus on school and take as many classes as I can at a time (hence, my 6 classes this semester). This leaves little time to get a job. I won't be able to find the hours to even work PT.***<br /><br />Until next time,<br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-10375224491517719232009-11-20T17:14:00.000-08:002009-11-20T18:02:25.280-08:00Professor's Comment...***Before I start this post I just want to say that you always have to be careful about the things you do and say in public because that is what others would use to form their opinion of you.***<br /><br />So my professor was explaining something to the class and made a btw comment about a particular religion. All of a sudden the heads of certain individuals started to shake, their eyes were rolling around, they were sucking their teeth etc. And this question automatically popped into my head, why is it that (a) certain religion(s) get a bad rap set apart from others? If you claim to be a member of one religion people accept it as normal and move right past it but if you state that you are part of another one, they give you that look like "why?", or "what's wrong with you?" or "REALLY?!?".<br /><br />In the past when I have brought this question to individuals they gave me reasons that were so unsound. Some of them did not know why they were in a way prejudice to other religions and others said the stupidest things, like "It sounds weird" (what sounds weird? Till this day I have no clue), "they bother me", "my parents told me they were crazy", I mean how old are you?!? There were only a select few who knew "absolutely" why they gave certain religions a bad rap(sorry for the sarcasm). After speaking with them and clearing up ALL of their misconceptions, they too had nothing to say and realized that they were being unfair and jugdemental. People get all up in arms when others are racist but to them it is ok to discriminate against religions. If you really look you can practically find double standards everywhere. It's a shame.<br /><br />Well now that I got that off my chest...How was your day out there in blog world?<br /><br /><br />Until next time, (comment if you please)<br /><br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-56989717944965331622009-11-20T14:45:00.000-08:002009-11-20T15:31:31.296-08:00Those Darn Kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1OqVmJX2vqzDvCc0U6iIBKOCvkpRo9HxogVKWn65zZ40L02muweAw-fLLlv4CsP4iXc87zdspe8Pbi0wk9qB7OcYmd8obO3MTiC9fATegHHzkzl5MPjIWU8psU4leovOQOSk0onsOEk/s1600/bebe.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406322051324018562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1OqVmJX2vqzDvCc0U6iIBKOCvkpRo9HxogVKWn65zZ40L02muweAw-fLLlv4CsP4iXc87zdspe8Pbi0wk9qB7OcYmd8obO3MTiC9fATegHHzkzl5MPjIWU8psU4leovOQOSk0onsOEk/s400/bebe.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPbp-7gmOuCwb0Wby0njlAuLcN4Yhn2ZPZFFrNi4MHPVKMgwQCoTTlDv9Wy88aAvFJN8a95ISgxfPSwlRsERSSkVlxV77BQKz0mE44y0vBtB0_-rxtrXgJKplS-TpfLQbt04fIRxpjf8/s1600/be2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406322048269578018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPbp-7gmOuCwb0Wby0njlAuLcN4Yhn2ZPZFFrNi4MHPVKMgwQCoTTlDv9Wy88aAvFJN8a95ISgxfPSwlRsERSSkVlxV77BQKz0mE44y0vBtB0_-rxtrXgJKplS-TpfLQbt04fIRxpjf8/s400/be2.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>KK, so I know all of you may not be familiar with the Bebe kids but you all have seen those bad behind kids on the street, in the McDonald's up the block, in the grocery and oooo boy in the trains. Now I don't want to steal any one's thunder, posting about someones area of interest BUT.....I could not help myself. </div><div> </div><div>So, my sister and I are coming home yesterday after school. We were on the A train and then thankfully caught the C and did not have to end up waiting 15 mins for the next one to come. Running into the C, we grab a seat and start laughing because the conductor was trying to chat us up (old men make me laugh). So anyway we were carrying on our conversation and then all of a sudden you hear screaming...like OMG! what is that...it was serious screaming, no joke. But what could that have been, you may ask?</div><div> </div><div>This little girl, no older than 7 or 8 was yelling at her mother for eating out her bag of cotton candy. I never see more (ah lil twang fuh all yuh). This little girl literally got out her seat to pose up in front her mother's face to reprimand her for her gluttonous actions. She had her hands on her hips and was stooping her feet and yelling at the top of her lungs. Now if the girl did shed a tear or two because she no longer had her cotton candy, then I think that response would have suffice. But OH NO! Lil' shorty had to make a scene. </div><div> </div><div>Now what was the YOUNG mother doing with all of this embarrassment??? She was trying to laugh it off, but her daughter wasn't having that. She told her mother to stop laughing because when she getting in trouble she isn't suppose to laugh and so the mother should have the same amount of respect (say what!?!) and was snapping the fingers and all. I'm sorry but I could not help but shake my head, it was so ridiculous. If I knew that girl she would have gotten snatched up by the ears or something sick. A little after, the mother started realizing that everyone was giving her that look like "Oh no, boo boo. You need to check that." So she grabbed her child and made her sit down. LOL, well who told her to do that. That little girl had even more to say about the way her mother was handling her and "showing off in front of strangers". It was beyond embarrassing. Tisk, tisk.</div><div> </div><div>Moral of the story***train your kids right at home and they will not put you to shame in front a cart full of strangers while you are going home on public transportation. Poor lady, but she ask for that, don't you think? You are silly to think that your children will listen to you in public when you dont correct them in private. They don't know that they have to "act different" and it shouldn't be that way. Respect for your elders should be a given for the little ones, whether they are behind closed doors or outside in public. </div><div> </div><div>What you think?</div><div> </div><div>Until next time,</div><div> </div><div>MM<br /><br /></div><div></div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-47626038187181231702009-11-13T22:54:00.000-08:002009-11-13T23:10:10.910-08:00Freaky Weird Guy...UpdatedOk, yall remember that psycho freak in my class right?!? Well I was just talking to my sister about the situation yet again and I forgot to update the situation to the public. So the next class, homeboy comes in sits on the opposite side of the class. But during class, as I'm chatting it up with my buddies (terrible I know) I can see him out the corner of my eye glancing over. So when I see him looking, I turned to face him directly and give him the only crazy, stink face (hopefully yall can picture what that might have looked like). No joke, he got up and left the class...since then he leaves the class like 3 mins before we are let go. The professor ends up asking us if anyone knows whats up with that "dude". LOL, I certaining DO not know whats up with him and why he is all of a sudden leaving class early all the time. So, yes, before it was poor me, but now it is POOR HIM! Psychos never prosper. Believe dat sucker.<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403852680179402834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6eiIp_bRpuKQQkfhr9OuhVpqsuzqdBe2N5tqQutYHlycdM98rZGe0offGuhRXRsJaZXNe0khT3RPQsa7H2eL8cKYCKkVGpsMThocnrNbEhf2birwIgcDPXajhdr9VX9GOavApraE23M/s400/99c483560d91d4b4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Until next time, (Don't mess with the S, cuz Supergirl is the beSt)</p><p> </p><p>MM<br /></p>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-44203114908293862382009-11-12T21:38:00.000-08:002009-11-12T23:09:29.555-08:00My (one of many) Obession<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21dCfAcy_XZfQisgCN3qV2m2zJ1L-avZtD_JNBLUi4OcbG1yZxV4amG0bgoVLKd9na4AVvRdUcVFqz5uXb_JVVlpDgn_xyqXjobfPr5T_4tsI_fVKpjN05LCF1Oy_W1FYjqFqUMeseqM/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481776880910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21dCfAcy_XZfQisgCN3qV2m2zJ1L-avZtD_JNBLUi4OcbG1yZxV4amG0bgoVLKd9na4AVvRdUcVFqz5uXb_JVVlpDgn_xyqXjobfPr5T_4tsI_fVKpjN05LCF1Oy_W1FYjqFqUMeseqM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Ok so when I have down time , or when I'm suppose to be doing homework, or when I should be sleeping...I'm watching some tv show...It's like when the tv is on I can't help myself, I must watch it. And people always say that there is never anything on despite the fact that there is so many channels, but me, I always find something interesting to watch. And when I say interesting I must mention that my standards are completely set aside from everyone elses (according to my bf).<br /><br />I get so excited by shows like Jon & Kate plus 8, Golden Girls, The Emperor's New Groove, Fraiser, Cougar Town, Heros, and the list goes on and on. Almost every channel has a show that I watch and that I'm completely in love with. I just think that if I could some how make a profession out of watching tv I would be making the big bucks and wiping my pits with benjamins BABY!!!! (whoa...bad mental image)<br /><br />But the show that takes the cake for me...drum roll please...Grey's Anatomy. Some people totally hate this show and some people think it is the best thing since...(thinking)...ummm, lets choose Ralph Cramden in the Homeymooners (the original, not the knock-off with Cedric the Entertainter, btw sooo disappointed with Gabrielle Union for actually playing in that garbage, was money that tight???). Anywho, GREY'S ANATOMY!!!, I can't get enough of this show. This is one of the few series that air re-runs and I can without a doubt kick back and remember the ol' days, when Burke left Christina at the alter or when Miranda's husband was riding her back because of the little time she was spending at home. And talk about the medical cases...I love it, I love it all. But with all honesty, my thursday nights are dedicated to Grey's Anatomy then by default I got hooked on Private Practice via Addison's move from Seattle Grace to the Wellness Center in L.A.<br /><br />Tonight though required crying on my part, as does every other episode(in between me yelling at the screen). The chief is battling some demons and his exit on the show had me crying..ooooooooooooo, plus Izzy gonna have the nerve to come back and be all crazy on Alex, but he knew what was up and he put her in her place. YEA!! That's what you get for walking out on my homeboy. Don't step sideways cuz he get dirtay!--Private Practice was cool tonight too, which had me crying at the end when the lady delivers her baby then dies (boo hoo), but then I started yelling at Sam and Addison because they taking liberties and kissing it up. Like hellooooooooo, why ya'll thinking that Naomi ain't gonna find out, or do you suckers even care. (Na, girl, I got your back).<br /><br />So, I know most of you are totally lost on this post but Grey's Anotomy holds a special place in my heart (shout out to the bf for putting me on, even though he dropped the show like a pancake the season after I started watching--should I be reading into that, humm--which always seemed sketchy to me since he was in love with the show). If any of you are die hard GA fans, "holler" at me, lol. I can go on and on, mainly because I have no one to talk the show over with anymore.<br />:-( I'll be waiting.<br /><br />Until next time, (go watch GA!!!!!)<br /><br /><br />MM</div>CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-12222086056287610712009-11-11T15:41:00.000-08:002009-11-11T15:59:54.528-08:00Time Ain't Waiting No More...Ok so I know I'm not tripping when I say school just started. It feels like it was not so long ago but the end of the term is upon us. OMG! I just handed in a paper in this class, took an exam in that class, gave a presentation for this professor and took a couples of quizzes for the other. But NOW...I'm handing in papers again, taking more exams, giving more presentations....like, yo what the hell, I just did this.<br /><br />When I was younger and summer vacation came around, it felt like forever would pass before September came chugging along and we'd all get nervous for the first day back. We actually had time over the vacation to relax, to enjoy everything little thing that wasn't available to us during the school months. NOW!?! It's like as soon as June ends September begins, no time to take a breather and just do nothing. This past summer flashed right before my eyes (partly because I was in school for both summer sessions) but also because time ain't waiting no more. It flies by with the only quckness. I remember vividly it being Sunday night and I'm driving to the shop to pick up the soap for my face and some nail polish. It is already Wednesday night, which means that the end of the school week is tomorrow, which means that Friday (which happens to be my favorite day out of the week) is almost here, which means that Sunday is almost here as well, again. Where the hell is all this time going???? (My little brother said that the time is being sucked into outer space because of global warming...everyone in the room stopped for like 45 seconds looking at everyone else, like is this dude for real. Granted he is 10 years old, but who says that. LOL)<br /><br />Now I'm already paranoid about getting old and wrinkled up but I'm feeling like my life is passing by and it's not even having the decency to stop and say "What's up?!", like hello I'm standing right here, don't be rude. I JUST turned 20 this past July, and it's almost December, which means that it's almost January, which means that in seven months after that im going to be freaking 21. What kind of unfair crap is that?<br /><br />So, I'm not tripping right? Everyone feels like time if flying by, it's not only me... (Even if you don't, just say something so I don't feel crazy).<br /><br />Until next time, (which will be upon me very soon, gosh)<br /><br /><br />MMCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406noreply@blogger.com3