<?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-8654136022948525635</id><updated>2012-02-04T00:55:33.968-08:00</updated><category term='incredibles'/><category term='Housewives Reunion'/><category term='Toys &quot;R&quot; Us'/><category term='super power'/><category term='FTB'/><category term='daily consumption'/><category term='Sheree'/><category term='Anti- Woman Interaction Day'/><category term='hair.'/><category term='hospital horror'/><category term='older friends'/><category term='THE SEA'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Deshawn'/><category term='SCHOOL SUCKS'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='BK=WW'/><category term='bad hair day'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='first post'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='Kim'/><category term='engagement party'/><category term='Are you kidding me?'/><category term='Nene'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Meandering Memorandum</title><subtitle type='html'>A cozy spot for me to melt down my thoughtsicles...so much goes on in this head of mine :)))</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8446544746643886982</id><published>2011-02-25T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:32:53.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Zumba??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;img alt="Go to fullsize image" height="320" src="http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=701154073579&amp;amp;id=2269faf029242d0a468063fa88f8c093" title="http://www.clubsierrafitness.com/zumba1.htm" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8446544746643886982?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8446544746643886982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8446544746643886982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8446544746643886982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8446544746643886982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-zumba.html' title='Do you Zumba??'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-740310494305186876</id><published>2011-02-24T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:04:43.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmprK13kEaI/TWarxWxe_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/izoE2dWaIEc/s1600/hello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmprK13kEaI/TWarxWxe_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/izoE2dWaIEc/s1600/hello.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Geez, how many times to I have to disappear and return to realize this is where I belong.&amp;nbsp; 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. (&lt;a href="http://www.eventsenthusiast.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.eventsenthusiast.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual this blog will be my private spot for checking things off that wonder inside my head.&amp;nbsp; While my other blog is solely dedicated to all types of events and my love for planning them.&amp;nbsp; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information contact Chyvone at &lt;a href="mailto:chyvone@gmail.com"&gt;chyvone@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She'll be looking forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check back here and there (Events Enthusiats). Hope you all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-740310494305186876?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/740310494305186876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=740310494305186876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/740310494305186876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/740310494305186876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmprK13kEaI/TWarxWxe_gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/izoE2dWaIEc/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6073438461414634795</id><published>2009-12-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:59:04.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Days...</title><content type='html'>...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.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,(He is gonna hit me for taking so long)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6073438461414634795?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6073438461414634795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6073438461414634795&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6073438461414634795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6073438461414634795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-days.html' title='Back In The Days...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-365405430766039954</id><published>2009-12-15T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:33:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: When the Rain Stopped Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SygdZnUZ_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/fEJbl7k19ds/s1600-h/Message--13994.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SygdZnUZ_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/fEJbl7k19ds/s400/Message--13994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;City Adrift: New Orleans Before and After Katrina,&lt;/em&gt; 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".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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 &lt;em&gt;Flirting with Disaster: Why Accidents Are Rarely Accidental&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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  &lt;em&gt;City Adrift: New Orleans Before and After Katrina.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-365405430766039954?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/365405430766039954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=365405430766039954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/365405430766039954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/365405430766039954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/aftermath-of-hurricane-katrina-when.html' title='Aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: When the Rain Stopped Falling'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SygdZnUZ_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/fEJbl7k19ds/s72-c/Message--13994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-9088166855283658810</id><published>2009-12-15T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:39:51.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dual Identity of New Orleans: Unique yet Trite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SyfutcNv6BI/AAAAAAAAALY/V4hjlpWFtlk/s400/thumbnailCAKW4ECH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Syfunk4eAfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_y-GiD_4dMk/s400/thumbnailCACRVTP7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"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 &lt;em&gt;New Orleans: The Making of an Urban Landscape &lt;/em&gt;as he dwelt on and came to terms with the reality of New Orleans situation and status as an American city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;New Orleans: The Making of an Urban Landscape&lt;/em&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;The Great Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, and the Mississippi Gulf Coast&lt;/em&gt;, 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SygBUR8pNYI/AAAAAAAAALg/G6e8VnyHiIU/s400/3385729733_7ae125f356.jpg" /&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/8654136022948525635-9088166855283658810?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/9088166855283658810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=9088166855283658810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/9088166855283658810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/9088166855283658810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/dual-identity-of-new-orleans-unique-yet.html' title='The Dual Identity of New Orleans: Unique yet Trite'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SyfutcNv6BI/AAAAAAAAALY/V4hjlpWFtlk/s72-c/thumbnailCAKW4ECH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1082607445148894406</id><published>2009-12-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:45:00.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audacity of Stupid People</title><content type='html'>Ok, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be listening to my mom and sis talk about these ppl like you wouldn't believe...It's funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-1082607445148894406?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1082607445148894406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1082607445148894406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1082607445148894406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1082607445148894406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/audacity-of-stupid-people.html' title='The Audacity of Stupid People'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3942607447866854118</id><published>2009-12-07T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:53:00.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It had me thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sxd18NqOEBI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q-A_XW8oMsI/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sxd18NqOEBI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q-A_XW8oMsI/s400/think.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***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.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be reminding everyone, Don't let the hair and the nails fool you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-3942607447866854118?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/3942607447866854118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=3942607447866854118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3942607447866854118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3942607447866854118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-had-me-thinking.html' title='It had me thinking...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sxd18NqOEBI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q-A_XW8oMsI/s72-c/think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7864987511701772646</id><published>2009-12-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:54:00.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxXe_BlIgjI/AAAAAAAAALA/7GLDQ7gFhWg/s1600-h/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxXe_BlIgjI/AAAAAAAAALA/7GLDQ7gFhWg/s400/shock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&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;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. &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;Until next time, (I'll be looking out for that dummy)&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;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7864987511701772646?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7864987511701772646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7864987511701772646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7864987511701772646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7864987511701772646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings!!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxXe_BlIgjI/AAAAAAAAALA/7GLDQ7gFhWg/s72-c/shock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2431999785260334135</id><published>2009-12-04T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:46:00.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press Ons</title><content type='html'>When 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be caring for my wounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-2431999785260334135?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2431999785260334135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2431999785260334135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2431999785260334135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2431999785260334135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/press-ons.html' title='Press Ons'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3383539574815595620</id><published>2009-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:04:00.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my ranting, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be shaking my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-3383539574815595620?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/3383539574815595620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=3383539574815595620&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3383539574815595620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3383539574815595620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/12/peeves.html' title='Peeves'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8532847740852723008</id><published>2009-11-30T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:17:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Realization</title><content type='html'>Usually 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be patting myself on the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8532847740852723008?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8532847740852723008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8532847740852723008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8532847740852723008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8532847740852723008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-realization.html' title='Black Friday Realization'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3796604108704189867</id><published>2009-11-29T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:25:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought you weren't being heard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxMdthnll9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/R_mlXS3VEC8/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxMdthnll9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/R_mlXS3VEC8/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 (&lt;a href="http://www.desdecuba.com/generaciony"&gt;http://www.desdecuba.com/generaciony&lt;/a&gt;). 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-3796604108704189867?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/3796604108704189867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=3796604108704189867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3796604108704189867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3796604108704189867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-you-thought-you-werent-being-heard.html' title='And you thought you weren&apos;t being heard?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SxMdthnll9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/R_mlXS3VEC8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8332578458897214188</id><published>2009-11-29T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:56:26.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the hills and through the woods...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (I'll be yumming on some left overs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8332578458897214188?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8332578458897214188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8332578458897214188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8332578458897214188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8332578458897214188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/over-hills-and-through-woods.html' title='Over the hills and through the woods...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3784170301014270296</id><published>2009-11-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:44:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You remember BRACEFACE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sw3V7c6VXXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/E0gVLX0x5mM/s1600/braceface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sw3V7c6VXXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/E0gVLX0x5mM/s400/braceface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408213944891694450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok you can feel sorry for me. I won't blame you. I'm gonna go cry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, (serously, I'm gonna cry)&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;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-3784170301014270296?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/3784170301014270296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=3784170301014270296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3784170301014270296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3784170301014270296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-remember-braceface.html' title='You remember BRACEFACE?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sw3V7c6VXXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/E0gVLX0x5mM/s72-c/braceface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8844214434193991510</id><published>2009-11-25T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:40:08.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News Across The Board</title><content type='html'>So 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8844214434193991510?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8844214434193991510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8844214434193991510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8844214434193991510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8844214434193991510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-news-across-borad.html' title='Great News Across The Board'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4571320731299415037</id><published>2009-11-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:24:43.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take this time to shout out my Mommy Elsie and Grandfather Leno. I love them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, I started this post about my grans and ended up talking about food. How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenient! LOL, I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Until next time, (I'll let you guys know what gets cooked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4571320731299415037?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4571320731299415037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4571320731299415037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4571320731299415037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4571320731299415037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7559404246405422371</id><published>2009-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:36:15.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My New Buddies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the way from the back of my imaginary closet...INTRODUCING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swt5T8KQG9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/6FWXXYy34fU/s400/ferris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FERRIS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to be out done by any means... here is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swt5_eCTXcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/T0Bg2dRsyN4/s400/estella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Estella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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) &lt;/p&gt;So do you girls get giddy over a great pair of must haves???Share, share and share some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (Donations are excepted at all times...I'm serious...no, really, I am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7559404246405422371?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7559404246405422371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7559404246405422371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7559404246405422371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7559404246405422371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-my-new-buddies.html' title='Meet My New Buddies!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swt5T8KQG9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/6FWXXYy34fU/s72-c/ferris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5614190637200046174</id><published>2009-11-22T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:58:00.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping with 6 ft Under.</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5614190637200046174?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5614190637200046174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5614190637200046174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5614190637200046174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5614190637200046174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/coping-with-6-ft-under.html' title='Coping with 6 ft Under.'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2114877103764654920</id><published>2009-11-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:18:00.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swcyfs6G2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RriBwGUmTuE/s1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swcyfs6G2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RriBwGUmTuE/s400/home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can't blame a girl for trying. I just might be moving out, but I won't do it without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-2114877103764654920?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2114877103764654920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2114877103764654920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2114877103764654920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2114877103764654920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out.'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Swcyfs6G2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RriBwGUmTuE/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-805721257704066706</id><published>2009-11-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:34:00.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Sizing???</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tadaaa&lt;/span&gt;...the cash or the card was in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of you had to down size or get use to spending less or recieving less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***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.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-805721257704066706?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/805721257704066706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=805721257704066706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/805721257704066706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/805721257704066706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/down-sizing.html' title='Down Sizing???'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1037522449151771923</id><published>2009-11-20T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:02:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor's Comment...</title><content type='html'>***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.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?!?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I got that off my chest...How was your day out there in blog world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (comment if you please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-1037522449151771923?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1037522449151771923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1037522449151771923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1037522449151771923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1037522449151771923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/professors-comment.html' title='Professor&apos;s Comment...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5698971794496533162</id><published>2009-11-20T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:31:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Darn Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SwcdQwKHf4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mN-MsED5GRE/s1600/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406322051324018562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SwcdQwKHf4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mN-MsED5GRE/s400/bebe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SwcdQkx4byI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VK5MDpBIrbw/s1600/be2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406322048269578018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SwcdQkx4byI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VK5MDpBIrbw/s400/be2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-5698971794496533162?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5698971794496533162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5698971794496533162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5698971794496533162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5698971794496533162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-darn-kids.html' title='Those Darn Kids'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SwcdQwKHf4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mN-MsED5GRE/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4762603818718123170</id><published>2009-11-13T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:10:10.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Weird Guy...Updated</title><content type='html'>Ok, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403852680179402834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sv5XYbyiyFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cLguvAh2sFQ/s400/99c483560d91d4b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time, (Don't mess with the S, cuz Supergirl is the beSt)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-4762603818718123170?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4762603818718123170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4762603818718123170&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4762603818718123170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4762603818718123170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/freaky-weird-guyupdated.html' title='Freaky Weird Guy...Updated'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sv5XYbyiyFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cLguvAh2sFQ/s72-c/99c483560d91d4b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4420311490829386238</id><published>2009-11-12T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:09:29.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (one of many) Obession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sv0GDBVIfzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tHTY3jknDyI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481776880910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sv0GDBVIfzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tHTY3jknDyI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so excited by shows like Jon &amp;amp; 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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;:-( I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (go watch GA!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4420311490829386238?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4420311490829386238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4420311490829386238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4420311490829386238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4420311490829386238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-one-of-many-obession.html' title='My (one of many) Obession'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/Sv0GDBVIfzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tHTY3jknDyI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1222208605628761071</id><published>2009-11-11T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:59:54.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Ain't Waiting No More...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, (which will be upon me very soon, gosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-1222208605628761071?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1222208605628761071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1222208605628761071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1222208605628761071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1222208605628761071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-aint-waiting-no-more.html' title='Time Ain&apos;t Waiting No More...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7154845703365970798</id><published>2009-11-08T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:24:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really......????</title><content type='html'>Ok, so off the bat I'll let you guys know that the chicken wings were not cooked. I was forgetting the fact that I had to actually make sure there was chicken in the house. I'm always setting mysef up like this. When I decide to cook something, I automatically think that the ingredients are already in the house and then I get upset with everyone, lol...Hopefully I learn my lesson sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie...I still can't decide whether I liked it or not. Come to think of it, I don't even think I know what the movie was about. The acting was as expected but I think it's the plot that remained ambiguous the ENTIRE movie. I heard it was based on  an old episode of Twilight Zone, so if you're into that "stuff" then I suppose this is right up your alley. As for me, ummm, a little unsatisfied.  Sorry this can't be more helpful, it's just like it leaves you wondering from beginning to end. I heard some people say they loved it and some were cursing that they wasted their money. Last words, totally subjective. If you guys see it, let me know what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7154845703365970798?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7154845703365970798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7154845703365970798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7154845703365970798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7154845703365970798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/really.html' title='Really......????'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7596804667033661024</id><published>2009-11-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:41:41.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>So two weeks ago my bf and I went out to catch a movie. We ended up seeing Law Abiding Citizen which was a great movie in my opinion. The trailers did look good but the movie ended up playing better than I thought it would. If anyone hasn't seen it as yet I will encourage you to do so. I mean Jamie Foxx is cool as an actor but Gerard Butler is in it, which is much more important, wouldn't you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Bonus- You see his buttocks, lol. When that scene came on I could see my bf turn and look for my reaction. I had to play cool, but inside I was like OMG! HIS BUTT! He was gorgeous from the front in 300- as the head of the Spartans- but he was extra gorgeous from the back in this movie. With that said I think I should have been hired as a promoter for this movie, cuz I bet a lot of you want to catch the END of this movie. I crack myself up, lol.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow we are scheduled to leave home at 5 pm, go to Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch to look for winter coats (I don't understand my bf's obsession with A&amp;amp;F), then make our way to the theater for 7:20 pm to see The Box. Now I'm sort of on the fence cuz I do like morality movies (hence my love for Law Abiding Citizen) but I don't think I fully understand the story line of the movie. I'm hoping that I like the movie and don't end up feeling like I wasted 12 bucks to see it cuz I will be dwelling on everything else I could have used that money to do. I dunno, maybe like two sandwhichs at Subways or a bottle of GOOD nail polish (I've been eyeing Zoya's new fall line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm attempting to re-create a meal one of my friends had at a hotel via room service tomorrow: Garlic Chicken wings and Garlic Fries. Now my breath might not be on point after this meal but garlic things just taste so good. I blame the Indian in me...my grandmother would put garlic in everything if you gave her the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be letting you guys know how the movie turned out and also if I was able to successfully cook up some chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7596804667033661024?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7596804667033661024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7596804667033661024&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7596804667033661024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7596804667033661024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6954151147491217323</id><published>2009-11-06T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:11:10.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two sides to the coin</title><content type='html'>So recently I took my road test and passed...yay meeeeee...which came as a shock to EVERYONE because I had never done a 3 point turn and I only learned how to park the day before the test.  ***Procrastination is my middle name***  Anywho, I was flicking excited because now if I want to go somewhere I don't "have to have someone in the car with me over the age of 21 who has their license"- my mother's favorite line to me- so in that aspect I'm glad I finally got my license.  When I want to go to the movies, I could take the car and be oouuutttt. When I want to go out to eat or go to the mall or whatever the hell else comes to this mind of mine, the keys are not my disposal. Plus my parents just got a new car so I'm not driving around in a hooptie (sp check?) and I really appreciate that. The only thing is, now that I have my license, I'm like Spider-Man with a whole bunch of responsibilities.  My parents want me to go to the bank, go to the grocery, pick up my brothers from school, go drop off prescriptions at the pharmacy, go drop my aunt to work, pick up papers from the doctor's office, drop my grandmother off where ever she please and go and get gas.  Now it's not as though I don't like doing these things and I certainly understand that my license allows me to help out around the house. But there comes a point when they just dont want to do anything anymore and just expect for me to go and do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come up with a plan. Every time that they send me out to do something,  that allows me to go someplace that I want. So if I run three errands today (which will most likely happen), I'll get to go three places that I want to go.  Only problem is, if I went to tell them this brilliant plan of mine, they would only laugh in my face. Life just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents make you do, that they could do for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6954151147491217323?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6954151147491217323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6954151147491217323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6954151147491217323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6954151147491217323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-sides-to-coin.html' title='Two sides to the coin'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2858543408665948154</id><published>2009-11-05T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:39:34.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freakiest Thing</title><content type='html'>Now a lot of things have happened to me in the past that I wouldn't exactly label as normal.  If I say so myself,  they were beyond freaky, creepy, _______(another synonym). Anywho, coming to Baruch, I have never encountered anyone or anything out of the ordinary...well maybe that's because I don't talk to many people here but that's a whole other topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I had my share of creepy bizzare crap. I'm leaving one of my English classes and one of my classmates stops me...he is a white male in his 20's wearing a business suit (just so you get a picture).  Backtracking a little bit...I don't consider myself to look half bad, I am aware that someone may be consider me attractive...but at Baruch I don't really run into many people who would come out their face and say so. I mean, no one ever really hits on me, which is just the way I like it. Now if I would have went to a school like New York City Tech with my other friends, I would have needed to invest in a fly swater to keep the homeboys away. I say that with all &lt;em&gt;seriousness&lt;/em&gt;. So, I'm walking out of my class and he stops me (though he has never spoken to me in the past) and says "Hey I need to speak with you". Now a million things run through my mind, like did I say something to offend him in any of my comments...Well guess again Chyvone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeboy asks me to step to the side to let me know that he has been watching me since classes began and that he finds me very attractive. He noticed that I wear a ring on my ring finger and he did not want to tell me anything out of respect. LOL, but now he thinks that he should tell me how he feels regardless of my "home situation". He asks me out to dinner. Trying not to laugh in his face (cuz this is sooooo weird to me) I kindly decline his invitation and let him know that I'm in a relationship. As I'm walking away down the hall, this wacko yells out at the top of his lungs that he has a girlfriend too but he has been dreaming about me and he wants to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me right now????????? If only I could show you guys how wide my eyes opened up. Now they are already big, but  I knew they got gigantic. What kind of crazy talk is that? I go from having no one approach me, to having this psycho tell me he is dreaming about me. I don't even think I want to go back to class anymore. I mean, what did he think I was gonna say when he told me that he dreams of me. That is beyond every freaky, creepy thing that has every happened to me. WHY ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been the weirdest thing that anyone has ever done or said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-2858543408665948154?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2858543408665948154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2858543408665948154&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2858543408665948154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2858543408665948154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/freakiest-thing.html' title='The Freakiest Thing'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-939528901608126828</id><published>2009-11-03T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:05:09.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Am Right Now...</title><content type='html'>...Ummmmmm, let's see. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying my hardest to hurry up and complete my classes in order to finish school early and START my life.  Only thing is, now that I'm almost finish {three classes left :-) whoo hoo} I don't know what I want to do in the near future.  I was always so sure that I wanted to go into the magazine business but last year I had a revelation and realized that though I love beauty and fashion, writing about it just isn't as fun as dabbling in it.  So now I'm going down the road of teaching and I'm absolutely excited about that.  I don't feel like I'm giving anything up or settling and that's a good thing, all things considered.  But as grad school is concerned, I am completely lost as to what I would like to study.  Right now I'm majoring in English Literature and it's cool , but getting my Masters in it just doesn't appeal to my inner being.  At this point, nothing appeals to anything.  I know I want to teach English to high school students but I don't necessarily want to be a master in eng lit. Sooooooo conflicted with what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Side note- Living in New York leaves you open to the weirdest things.  I'm going home on the 6 train this evening and I see a bum laying on the floor in front of the door yelling at god knows what...as if that wasn't wacko enough, his pants are pulled down past his butt and people are just stepping over him like he is a piece of trash on the floor. How random?! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...this just popped into my head...There is a business space that gets rented out on my block from time to time.  It has been a barber shop, a beauty salon, a clothing "boutique", and a candy shop, all of which have gone out of business within 6-7 months.  As of now it is a beauty salon/barber shop and I never see anyone in there when I pass by {which just happens to be two or three times a day}.  So I'm wondering 1. if they have no customers, how are they paying the bills and 2. when are they going to shut down?  That doesn't sound to nice but I'm tired of dealing with the guys to stand outside the shop spewing their lame lines at me. That is so selfish of me but I feel like they are unwanted visitors on my block and I do not remember asking for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-939528901608126828?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/939528901608126828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=939528901608126828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/939528901608126828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/939528901608126828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-i-am-right-now.html' title='Where I Am Right Now...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4741382131652263056</id><published>2009-04-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:59:06.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is never on pause.</title><content type='html'>I just came off of Spring Break. LOL, they should call it spring work. I didn't get no break. Yeah school was out but you know what that means, everybody wanna occupy your time now. Geez homies give a sister a well deserved rest. Everyday, I was up and out the house by the time 9, doing things here and there. The weather was pleasant some days and others the rain was so depressing. Poor April and it's bad rep for wet weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, come Monday morning I felt great. Surprisingly well rested and looking forward to going back to class. It's weird with me. As much as I hate doing school work and actually making my way to school. I love learning and i get a sort of high when I understand new things. Sooooooo, great news for when I returned... I got a 52 out of 50 on my economics test, I got a 91 on my italian test, I got an A on an Eng presentation, an A- on an Eng paper and an B+ on another Eng paper. I totally rocked out these classes this semsester., even though they are much harder than lst semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update on my life...over the vaca my bf and sis had a falling out but my persistence mended the fam back together. I don't mean to boast but I realize that I always get what I want out of people, and I mean that in the most sincerest way possible. LOL. Anywho, through this mis-communitcation, I feel that my relationship with my sister has improved and so has my relationship with my bf. One week can truly make a difference. Oh, and over the vaca I also realized how much of me is my mother. I am like her mini me and I mean that in almost every way. It was scary...everything she would say when I can to confide in her, everything she would do, I was like OMG!!! Mommy you are just like me. I'm stoked to think that I will be just like my mommy when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm..........I'm pregnant..........................LOL, that just came out of nowhere. I'm not really but I realized ovver the vaca that I am in no way shape or form ready for kids. I am just to selfish for that right now, LOL, not to say that I was planning on having kids any time soon but you catch my drift. I think I am just in love with the idea of kids and what that would mean for me in the future. Also, I'm dying to see what they are going to look like. ----Sorry for that leftfield topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair has grown, though it is becoming a lot a bit unruly. I'm on the market for a great leave in conditioner and a deep conditioner, something to make me pop. I was unsuccessful this past week in finding one. It also has to be inexpensive, these are hard times man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo in addition to all this mess, guess who I spoke to. My sister in law, yep the one who did not want to call or come by and see the fam. ---My sister was on the phone with my brother and I told her to tell him to tell her hi for me (I'm a total sucker, I don't like staying mad at people. My motto *Can't we all just get along*. ) and then he put her on the phone for me to talk to her and she gave some excuse about being teed off with my bro as the reason for not calling or stopping by (ya see, I told ya!). So I asked her when she was coming to see us and she said she will be by next week. Hopefully she doesn't go back on her word and she comes to see us. ----This puts Chynell (my sis) in a sort of pickle. She took Tricia out of the wedding and replaced her with Esther (our new friend). Now what if Tricia comes back into our good graces, what if she apologizes for her actions and wants to be in the wedding. I'm glad it isn't my choice to make. LOL, then we would have to search for another groomsman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the dis order of the post, I just don't know when the next on will be. I've maintained my weight, my hair has grown a full 3 inches, I'm ordering my summer shoes this week (no doubt), my skin is sort of clearing (crediting drinking only water), and my sis is looking at condos and houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4741382131652263056?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4741382131652263056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4741382131652263056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4741382131652263056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4741382131652263056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-is-never-on-pause.html' title='My life is never on pause.'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5064739202270235301</id><published>2009-04-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:31:40.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me right now??????????</title><content type='html'>So some people just don't know who they be messing with. From a young age I've always told people...Don't let the hair and the nails fool you missy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on the train today and you know how it is when it gets packed. Everybody all of a sudden has an attitude, a stick behind one. Me on the other hand, I'm understanding. If the train is packed someone is going to accidentally bump you, and so long as they aplogize, there are no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a special case... I was in a cheerful mood because I was not rushing. I was about 5 minutes early to get to my class and thats always great. So I keep glancing at the watch because I notice that the time on my watch and the time on my cell are different and I'm studying which one is absolutely correct. Anywho these two idiots (lovey dovey couple, kissing and all that, which if I may say is inappropriate for a crowed train) that were in front of me were hugging and carrying on like they were never going to see each other again. Geez give me a break. So the fellow's elbow is sticking out in my direction since he absolutely has to have his arm around her neck. I'm looking at it and thinking to myself that when the train rocks hard enough his elbow is going to hit me. LOL, I start smirking thinking what I'm going to say when it happens and I know I'm going to embarrass them. So I get ready, I position my self with my hand up by my scarf so if he jerks his elbow would hit my hand and not my face. LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens, the train rocks MADDD hard and his elbow goes right into my hand and I must say I felt a little pain for an instant. So the man has the never to roll his eyes at me when I push his elbow away because he was acting like it wasn't all up in my face area. Then his chick turns around and tells me that I have a problem and to check myself. Now because I wasn't expecting this blatant disregard of respect I really let them have it, I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them about the hugging bull crap that they need to stop getting on with, I told him that his elbow could have been by his side inside of in my face. I told them that if I was anyone else they would have already been fighting because I am a kind person. Then the chick was trying to interject with some nonsense and I let her know..."Don't cross the line, don't let the hair and nails fool you, you will end up in the ICU"...I know she would probably just end up with a bust lip and hurt feelings but you gotta let this people know not to step out of bounds cause they never know who you are and what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of my story...Don't take things for face value at all times. You may be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unpleasantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your travel to school/work this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5064739202270235301?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5064739202270235301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5064739202270235301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5064739202270235301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5064739202270235301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-kidding-me-right-now.html' title='Are you kidding me right now??????????'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5657579196463867018</id><published>2009-03-31T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:37:38.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She got the BOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>So my brother's wife, a lady that I came to adore, went off to Iraq a couple months ago. While there her and my brother got into deeper problems and their relationship was on the rocks. We thought that when she came back all will be well again, but so is not the case. This past week was to be her welcome home party. Plans changed as she was detained at a base in California. We were really anticipating her return, expecting her to come back on the Wed. and it was on Friday that we saw our brother. He informed us that his wife was safely home...since Tuesday...home boy say WHAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the chick did not have the decency to come see us, she could not even call and let us know she was home. HOW RUDE! I mean the audasity (check my spelling) of some people. Iraq must have really messed with her head. Case in point, or point in case ( I can't remember how the saying goes), before she left she and my grandmother were close, she always came by to check on her if nothing else. When she came back my brother informed her about my grandmother's surgery and she did not even pass by or call....NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has been given the boot from being in my sister's wedding. She was suppose to be the matron of honor.  Poor her, I don't even know if she is invited anymore, being that my sister is much more upset than I am. LOL, I have so much anger for her right now, I'd slap her if I got the chance, I mean I'd give her a peice of this newly found musce (thanks to my exercise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, I think I'm upset with my brother. I mean if my boyfriend did not have the decency to come visit my grandmother after surgery he would be catching hell from me morning, noon, and night. I don't think he was pushing the issue, justing letting her be rude to his family. He needs a backbone in my opinion and he needs to take his place as the heaad in the marriage. Just my thoughts, please weigh in if you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5657579196463867018?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5657579196463867018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5657579196463867018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5657579196463867018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5657579196463867018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-got-boot.html' title='She got the BOOT!!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-34813391168106794</id><published>2009-03-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:42:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yippy! The weather is getting nice nice nice. I can't say hot hot hot as yet but I'm still excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's time to bust out the beautiful colors and the beautiful legs that I call my own. LOL, just kidding. OK, I'm only kidding a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm eyeing somes shoes that I really want for the end of June. My only obstacle is finding the cash to cough up...I'm trying to think of ways to guilt people into buying them for me. Tell me what you think of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005321336346626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SdDnKJCqWAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T1iOyE3d_cQ/s400/1_108474_AV_70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005319684759698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SdDnKC45IJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KDuWTbwZawY/s400/1_106147_AV_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005310031222994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SdDnJe7T2NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v95g-byK1aQ/s400/1_106147_AV_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***My sis has just added another bridesmaid.  She's great and we love her.***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Also, I'm posting on some triffling mess tomorrow. Stay tuned.***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-34813391168106794?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/34813391168106794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=34813391168106794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/34813391168106794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/34813391168106794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SdDnKJCqWAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T1iOyE3d_cQ/s72-c/1_108474_AV_70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6318351170757333548</id><published>2009-03-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:57:28.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>So I come home today and the house is quiet. Now if no one was home I would not have been uneasy, but everyone was home and not a whisper could be heard. OMG!!! Something went down I already knew it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could have happened? I left this morning and everything between everyone was all gravy.  But leave it up to my family to get into something within approximately 20 minutes of being around each other.  It's hilarious if you ever get to witness it first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, this is what happened... My father got in a tissy claiming that my mother caused him constipation.  Yes I said it, constipation.  Now I know you might not care about my father's regularity as of late, but it was the stupidest thing I ever heard and I wanted to share my father's blunder with the world. That's just retarded....he thinks it is because  my mother fed him something he did not ask for.  My ultimate question is, if you did not want it why did you eat, and don't tell me you did not know you were eating it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of this story, MEN cook your own damn food and stop being a lazy fart. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Daddy!!! ;)))))))))))))))&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;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6318351170757333548?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6318351170757333548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6318351170757333548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6318351170757333548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6318351170757333548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-ridiculous.html' title='It&apos;s ridiculous.'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8306934584937545345</id><published>2009-03-24T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:06:36.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Likey the springy looky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I couldn't find anything else, this was the best I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-8306934584937545345?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8306934584937545345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8306934584937545345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8306934584937545345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8306934584937545345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6724006350496995404</id><published>2009-03-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:45:49.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail crisis!</title><content type='html'>So my stupid nails keep on breaking.  They grow a little bit then break, what's up with that? I've been drinking nothing but water, I've been eating good, but it seems like they have gotten weaker. Me, oh my! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions out there about a great way/product to help these puppies grow and stay put???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6724006350496995404?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6724006350496995404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6724006350496995404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6724006350496995404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6724006350496995404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/nail-crisis.html' title='Nail crisis!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4412531747252337227</id><published>2009-03-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:03:04.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domesticating the Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SckSLIlfzZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fMMFwYYY_LU/s1600-h/a45fa035727bdcec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316800817580199314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SckSLIlfzZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fMMFwYYY_LU/s400/a45fa035727bdcec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want to know the honest truth... Is it wrong for me to think that BOTH the women and the men in a household should work toward a common goal - the upkeep of that home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt my house is full of spoiled brats... myself included. I'm not claiming to be a lover of Windex and Canola Oil (lol, cleaning and cooking, I crack myself up) but when I have to get things done better believe they get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MYF, why is it that everyone in your house is spoiled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why...it's because we have a wonderful grandmother whose main goal in life was to make sure her family was taken care of and that their worries are kept to a minimum. She cooked, cleaned, did the laundry...practically all the upkeeping. Then it happened...grandma got old. She had a miny stroke and lost the hearing in her left ear, her hip starting acting up, her eye sight got worse, her back starting giving her mucho mucho problems... I mean it got bad and it seemed to happen all at once. Nevertheless, she kept on taking care of the house, even though we tried to tell her to rest and we would pick up the slack. She would just refuse because that's all she was accustom to... well that and watching her soap operas. Then slowly my mother started picking up the cooking and everything was gravy...Grandma would still sweep, tidy up the kitchen, and do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sad to say, grandma isn't doing anything since she had minor surgery this past weekend and now we have to get things done. Mommy cooked but she never seems to cook enough for everyone so when I went after school yesterday I had to cook. I did not have time to exercise, I did not finish my homework and I did not have time to wash my hair, which is a real bummer because now I feel fat, I'm paranoid about my hair stinking and looking bad and I'm gonna get in trouble when I go to class today...I probably should be studying instead of typing this but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all leads up to my point. My father is home on disabilty and he spends most of the day, ...well let's just say he spends most of the day not cooking and cleaning and helping around the house...and we got into a big fight last night. We were going over a plan to get things in motion, get things back to running smoothly. My father proposedthat when my sister and I come home from school we find time to do everything, cooking, cleaning and laundry on top of our spiritual and scholarly activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A MAD MAN?!? Must be because partner, there is no way in this lifetime that I will burden myself with sucha thing when there are SEVEN other people in the house to share the responsibilities. I went off on a rant saying that he was home all day--he could take up something--when Mommy comes home from work she will definitely pick up something and there are 3 boys besides my sister and I who could help out here and there with the dishes, the garbage, and little cleaning assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my father said exactly what he knew would push me over.."Men aren't suppose to do that kind of work. I am definitely not going to do it. I never have and I'm not starting now, and I'm not raising 3 boys to become faggots, that's stuff that their wives would take care of." OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you DIDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask again, Is it wrong for me to think that both the women and the men in a household should work toward a common goal- the upkeep of that home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to low down my pressure, I'm going for a walk. I'll let you guys know what the plan, that is if we ever come up with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4412531747252337227?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4412531747252337227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4412531747252337227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4412531747252337227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4412531747252337227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/domesticating-men.html' title='Domesticating the Men!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SckSLIlfzZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fMMFwYYY_LU/s72-c/a45fa035727bdcec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8028320495900309260</id><published>2009-03-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:31:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Widening Out!!!</title><content type='html'>How funny is this!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double meanings crack me up (Don't look at me like I'm crazy)...anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now I've had the same group of friends, really small, tightly knit, really cool group of friends.  Now I find myself reaching out to others around me and I'm enjoying it.  Now, I'm not going crazy, I'm not the type that you'll find amongst a whole heap of people, but the few people that I chill with now, i'm surprised that I actually like the bigger group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in order to be a friend of mine, there are particular standards that have to be met or are in the process of being met.  You have to make me laugh, I mean, I see no reason in hanging with dull people, just a waste of time.  On top of that you have to be a very fun-filled person, meaning you like to have fun and when everyone is enjoying themselves you aren't over in the corner sulking for god knows what.  You have to be open-minded but not stupid, allowing yourself to be taken over by anything that passes your way.  You have to be goal-oriented and working towards a purpose, what's the point in living otherwise.  You CANNOT be involving yourself in stupidness, you have to be a stand up person, no shadiness in any aspect of your life (may seem harsh but it's a protection for me and those around me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I only find myself clinging to Caribbeans. i honestly believe it has nothing to do with the person's character, just something about being comfortable.  the way Caribbean people relate towards one another is so different than other nationalities.  This is why my 'brother-in-law' had such a hard time feeling as though he fit into the crew when he and my sister first started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the point I wanted to make was that, in widening out, I've found a friend that I know will be in my life forever.  My beau's brother's girlfriend, E, is so amazing, she fits with us like a glove.  Not that she is anything like my sister or myself but she just balances out the whole group dynamic.  She isn't as girly as us, but she is definitely more of an acheiver and a go-getter. She encourages us in many ways and we try our best to do likewise.  She is too cute, the nicest person you'd ever meet. The funny thing is...we never use to like her.  Straight up, we'd bee 10 feet away from her and talking about her with no cares in the world (one of my many flaws...saving for a later post).  We'd find the silliest thing to chat about, but now when we're together, you can't seperate us.  She is definitely going to be in my wedding, no doubt about it. HORRAY for me, I've got all of my bridesmaids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story... I dunno, maybe don't judge a book by it's cover. I can't think of anything more original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the other topic at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that even though a lot of people are 'commiting' themselves to exercise programs, and 'commiting' themselves to diets, no one is losing weight, and many are widening out, LOL. Now this doesn't pertain to myself nor anyone else that I know personally, but hum hum hum. These girls in my class keep talking about this regimen that they have been sticking with since classes begun in January. It may be me, but I swear that they are bigger then when I first saw them.  So crazy. Also there is this girl that talks to me in class (I try not to look her way but she's always trying to get my attention), that said she was on a diet but she look the same. Her clothes fit her the same and her chin, oh boy, don't get me started. It isn't a regular big chin, not the standard double neck, this one is from outer space, that's how much it looks abnormal. I can't quite put my finger on it but it's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Is it just me or are people getting bigger on their diets and exercise regimens?  My theory is that because they are exercising, I think they feel that they could eat whatever they want. So they end up eating more calories than they are burning....whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8028320495900309260?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8028320495900309260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8028320495900309260&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8028320495900309260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8028320495900309260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/widening-out.html' title='Widening Out!!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4566163858164901831</id><published>2009-03-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:59:11.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update fever!!!</title><content type='html'>So what's been going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The mane is crazy as of right now. My last relaxer was in September. I tried to apply a relaxer at home in November but after 30 seconds tops, I had to wash it out. Talk about scabs that followed. So I'm counting from Sep. and so that makes me 6 months post and I don't plan on relaxing until mid September. My new growth is like 2.5- 3 inches and seeing the curls makes me sort of want to go back natural but I don't think I can handle that project right now. When I get a steady job and I'm able to pay for all the right things to supply my hair with to prevent all sorts of damage then I'll make the commitment. Since Dec/Jan, I've been wearing braidouts. It looks nice most of the time but I'm sort of getting bored and tired, just like I was when I had it straight. I'm just never satisfied with what I have. On the other hand, I have noticed that my hair is stronger, when I comb through it, including the new growth, much less comes out. My ends have not shown any signs of spilting which is a drastic change to what I use to deal with constantly. I have made my own shampoo, using Dr. Bonners soap, water and a variety of oils. It works great. I condition with hairveda's moisturizing conditioner. I prepoo with a peppermint oil and conditioner mixture and it works great for me. My hair retains a lot more moisture and stays cleans for a while, even though I've gotten in the habit of washing every Friday. I'll add pics later of the new growth, and maybe the braidout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Any reviews...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nah. I haven't been out much. Money just seems to be scarce, maybe it's the recession. Maybe it's just that my parents have been spending on things instead of sliding the extra cash over this way. Who knows, but I can't complain. They feed me and I have a place to sleep, I should be satisfied. HEHE, if only that were true. I did however go out with friends to hang out at Applebee's. Have you seen the commercial, they have a speacial 2 for $20. Different locations have different selections but the deal isn't half bad. You get an appetizer and two main entrees. Welcome to Cheapo Territory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Also, my brother has been passing by a lot lately with roti and doubles. If you don't know what that is, I urge you to find a place that sella it and indulge. They are of indian origin, but mostly caribbean indians make it. I really and truly can't explain what it is made out of but you eat it with curry mostly, any kind of curry (that's roti). The doubles are eaten with curry chana, delicious. You must search for a Caribbean place, I'll stick to Trinidadian restuarants and Guyanese. They make it best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Workout Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yay for me, I've been constant with my workout. Of course, I was not satisfied with the Pilates so I changed to the Crunchless Abs collection. It is great, this is definitely something to stick with during the winter months. My 'mother-in-law' (LOL, that sounds so funny) she is having her own exercise class in the basement, so I'll be supporting her endeavors and also benefiting from the class. I exercise everyday for AT LEAST a half an hour. The results are CRAZY! Even though I'm sore all the time, from pushing myself further, I've lost another 2 pounds (after putting back on 5, sad times). There is a brown skirt that sort of fits snug and I want to be able to fit it like before, sort of hanging at the hips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've been drinking plenty water. Overall I may drink juice 1-2 times a week. I still eat a fruit or oatmeal for breakfast and that has been working out for me. If I have a heavy lunch I try to have a light dinner and vice versa. I've cut out cookies, chips, ice cream, and a lot of other junk. It helps with the weight but my main reason for cutting it out was to keep my breakouts under control. Now I need to be on the look out for something that will take away these drak spots that have infested my poor face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Update on the Wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So my sister has finally come to her senses and found a wedding planner. Even though I love to pick out things and dabble in the wedding arena, I don't have the time to run around and make the actual wedding plans, nor do I have the means, being that I'm procrastinating on getting my liscense. Hopefully by the summer time. Anywho, the wedding planner is like sooooooo great. Everything that we throw out to her, she gets and understands and she loves all of my ideas. How perfect, now my sister's wedding would be my dream come true. That's horrible, LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bridesmaids have narrowed down styles for the event but it hasn't gone any further than that. We have to go try out dresses to see what really looks good on everyone. We may end up with different styles with similar features. It's gonna be great. The wedding is still a long ways off so we still have a lot of time to narrow down hairstyles, accessories, shoes, and makeup options, being that everything have to look uniformed. We've added a hint of lavender into the color scheme of the wedding and hopefully that adds a little umph to everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guest lists shrinks then grows then shrinks again, I'm waiting for it to grow once more. The location has been changed. the backyard idea went down the drain because it would cost the same amount to change around the backyard as it would to rent outdoor space for the event. So the wedding planner is looking for reasonably priced golf courses and places with beautiful outdoor sections. I'll let you guys know which one I CHOOSE, just kidding, ok I'm only kidding a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fashion Fixes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so definitely look out for the floral theme being incorporated in everything from jeans to evening wear. Though I will advise to add a few items to your wardrobe be careful not to over do it and be discreet in how you interpret the style. This can be a good style gone wrong. Also bright colors, even neons are going to be big big big this season, BE VERY CAREFUL. IT IS NOT FOR EVERYONE, and it definitely doesn't fit into everyone's style. I don't think I'll be partaking in that adventure either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shoes, sandals, they are still going to be big with the gladiator look, no doubt about it. Plenty of neutrals are going to be out, plenty earth tones, but also the bright colors are going to make a mark. The platform of course will be here for a while so get use to it and I will advise you to get a pair if you don't already have one. They work great with everything. Day and night looks as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So I guess that's basically the long and short of everything. TM kicked me in the rear about my blogging, so here you have it. I'm going to try my hardest to find the time to update very often. I'll put the pics up, tomorrow at the latest. Thanks for reading everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4566163858164901831?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4566163858164901831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4566163858164901831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4566163858164901831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4566163858164901831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-whats-been-going-on.html' title='Update fever!!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2899685828785653750</id><published>2009-03-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:48:43.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><title type='text'>I see him die a little more inside... I don't wanna be a murderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(words from Rihanna's Unfaithful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a pretty big topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should one cope with infidelity in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is pretty easy to pack up and ship out when you have not invested a lot of time into the relationship.  I would encourage breaking off the "romance", or lack there of, if someone was to be unfaithful to their partner at that stage in the game.  But when in a relationship for years, even taking it a step further, in a marriage for years, how should one deal with the situation at hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people that I have come into contact with and others that I know right now have dealt with and are dealing with infidelity in their relationships. Trust has gone out the window but they are in no rush to make moves out the door.  No matter how many times the topic comes up, they are never in a rush to completely eliminate the situation from their lives.  Why is that? But then again, how could they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get one thing straight before we go any farther, both man and women cheat.  I am not sure if there is, or ever was, a difference in the reason when looking at it as a whole. I think maybe every case is different and everyone who does cheat has their own "legitimate reasons" for doing the do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what would be your advice to someone who is caught up in this perdicament? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is forgiveness then I suppose forgeting should follow. It wouldn't be fair in my opinion to tell someone you forgive them for their transgression but still bring it up and throw it back in their face time after time.  It's just like putting a bandage on an open wound and ripping it off every now and again.  That wound is bound to remain open until further notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is easier said than done.  Even though I haven't dealt with infidelity in my relationship, things have happened that I have forgiven but it seems almost impossible to forget.  Every now and then, I may bring it up or pass a comment about it and I know what I'm doing isn't benefiting anyone, I just can't keep it inside.  Questions come up, thoughts come up, images come up and I'm stuck on replay for the entire day.  The only way that I can catch a break is to rehash the dirt and stir up old feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your yes should mean yes when you agree to forgive someone, but forgetting is a pain in the rear end for me, simply because I have a good memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself all the time, concerning those who deal with extramarital affairs, how are you holding on to your sanity and remaining in the relationship?  I think that I would be the most nagging, unreasonable, untrusting person, if I were to go through that experience.  Never in a million years would I be able to forgive nevertheless forget.  It must take strong will and a desire for the other person to remain in a relationship where your emotional stability is always on trembling waters.  Sleepless nights, troublesome days, I declare right now, I will go insane.  I would not be able to face that problem everyday for the rest of my life.  Everytime I look at the person I feel that I will be reminded of what happened and sink back into sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone would deal with it differently. some may jus t brush it off and go on as if nothing happened.  My hat comes off to those soliders out there, who stick with the relationship and never bring up the destructive past.  Kudos to you, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I have a question. If you were related to someone who was cheating on their spouse, would you tell on that person, expose them and deal with the hurt feelings later, or will you wait until the spouse catches up with what is going on and pretend that you had no idea? Alittle tricky, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****This post may be a little all over the place, it's just that there is so much going on right now around me.  *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meandering Memorandum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-2899685828785653750?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2899685828785653750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2899685828785653750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2899685828785653750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2899685828785653750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-him-die-little-more-inside-i-dont.html' title='I see him die a little more inside... I don&apos;t wanna be a murderer'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8907908227364524077</id><published>2009-01-29T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:00:01.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL SUCKS'/><title type='text'>Future... TOTALLY UNCERTAIN!</title><content type='html'>So the semester has hit me like a ton of bricks from a 10 story building. And if you've ever had bricks fall on you from that high, you know what I mean. OMG! Why in God's name did I ever think it was ok to take THREE english classes, economics and ITALIAN II. My life doesn't belong to me anymore. Those ghastly books have my full attention and it is in no way, shape or form as FUN as I thought it to be. Don't get me wrong reading has and always will be something that I love, *something that I'd rather do than watch TV, which is my second love*. But I mean come on, Walt Whitman is a psycho. I bet you he did not even know what he was writing when he wrote it. Other people just read so much in between his lines and now they magically have so much meaning to them. GEEZ, and don't get me started with Emily Dickinson. That crazy lady... what does a loaded gun have to do with feminism. You get assigned these readings and somehow you are expected to know what it means, I mean come on. That would have gone completely over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Italian professor is the head of the department and you know how they can be. They feel that their class is the most important and that they rule over you in a sense. I wish I had my other professor, I can't remember his name, come to think of it, I don't think I ever knew his name. Oh well, that's beside the point, I want him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting to the point... I don't know when the next time I'll be posting, but I know I'll have a lot to say. Do you ever notice that school is like the breeding grounds for so many stories? Well for you guys it might be your jobs, I know TM always has a story from her job...Anywho, have a lovely day in blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8907908227364524077?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8907908227364524077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8907908227364524077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8907908227364524077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8907908227364524077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/01/future-totally-uncertain.html' title='Future... TOTALLY UNCERTAIN!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4203422478446646309</id><published>2009-01-12T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:27:56.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up from catching up!</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooo... I wonder if anyone even noticed I was gone. This last week as been a testament to the fact the procrastination is the Anti-Christ. It creeps up on you and consumes your every waking moment. I won't bore you with the details but I literally have been waking up early and going to bed late because I have so many backed up errands that needed taking care of before school started back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a little recap of the passed week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried styling my hair with bantus but it came out horrible. What hurt the most was that I was so looking forward to wearing my hair in that style and then it let me down big time. I took out pics but they look terrible so I'm opting out of sharing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still using the below products that I went over in a previous post. The moisturizer is really great and I have yet to see a split end since my trim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SWvzTnmGzUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2C98BU_6WSI/s200/blog+2+013.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290589705648655682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SWvzTqY-FTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Fl4pgCaeDYo/s200/blog+2+014.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290589706398864690" /&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;Also I bought a new polish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SWv0Q7ResCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rL-UPemangg/s200/blog+2+023.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290590758902870050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making up my owm name for it since my dear sister took off the name sticker at the bottom of the bottle...so I dub this color Pink Rose. Pretty color don't yuh think.&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;Oh before I forget, I have really been doing a lot of reserach into the best way to get my hair to the healthy point that I want it. After seeing a fellow blogger post about cleaning her hair with an organic soap rather than shampoo...bulbs went off in my head. You put so many good things in your hair to help it out then you break down that process with a shampoo that strips out everything. Kinda like taking two steps forward and one step back, don't ya think. Anywho, Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap in the Almond scent has been added to my haircare routine. I'm going to try it out tonight, then moisturize and seal with an oil mixture containing Olive, Peppermint, and Rosemary oils, the smell drifts you to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummmmmm.... I lost three more pounds. Yay me, I guess, my pouch is still poking out. I'm getting serious about exercising though, aiming for a concrete schedule of 5 days a week. I'm drinking water ONLY, and trying to eat whole wheat everything. Try it, if you find a great way to dress is up with healthy condiments I garantee you won't miss the refined whites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I went shopping for engagement party things and we are coming up with a lot of ways to have fun at this party.  I have yet to let people know that they are cooking but how long do they actually need. Jeez... one month to go to get all the details under wraps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's been going on out there in the blogging world. I'm going to be catching up on everyone's posts tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4203422478446646309?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4203422478446646309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4203422478446646309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4203422478446646309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4203422478446646309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up-from-catching-up.html' title='Catching up from catching up!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SWvzTnmGzUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2C98BU_6WSI/s72-c/blog+2+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3942669202495661087</id><published>2009-01-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:07:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Trouble and Update Thrusday</title><content type='html'>SO I donno what's up with the post from yesterday it's not posting and my pics aren't loading soooo because I'm irritated, Will Power Wednesday will be X'd until next week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a fun but safe New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little story from last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I was walking home a little after 12 and this family decided to light fireworks in their backyard. Mind you I live in a not so friendly neighborhood, meaning people get shot. Not only that as I was walking home police cars had cut off a particular street (for what, I don't know exactly, but it had me worried). Anywho two blocks from being inside my safe home these blasted people light their blasted fireworks...I heard the noise, I saw the light and I seriously thought my life was over. I screamed out "OMG, NOOOO", only to hear my boyfriend laughing at my attempt to save my life. Hey man, I'm too young to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Update Thrusday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been promising you guys a look at the dresses. Now I was very optimistic about searching for dresses because I mean come on, I have great taste. I've seen 27 Dresses and that movie opened my eyes to the fact that no matter how ugly the dress (or the costume) the bride always asks if you're gonna wear it after the wedding...Yeah right, not his chick. So I sought out to look for a dress that the bridesmaids could indeed wear after the wedding. Needless to say that did not happen...Bridesmaids dresses are not that cute. I mean there are some cute styles but it is hard to choose a uniform look for different girls with various body shapes. This isn't my wedding but I refuse to have my sister's pictures ruined because we failed to take into consideration how everyone would look in a particular design. We have girls that are small and some that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;are thick, some that are tall and some that are short. It's hard guys, it's really hard. So here are some of the dresses that I saw something in, not particularly the entire dress just pieces of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Is there anything that you see in any of the dress? I would appreciate any suggestions/ thoughts. The basic styles of the dress es are what we are looking at because we will have to alter the tops to suit every individual but still try to maintain a uniformed look altogether. If you like different designs from different dresses let me know because we have having the seamstress who made my prom dress make all the dresses for the wedding. I've seen her work on bridal party dresses and she is great. The best thing she charges very little for top quality work. So YaY me for keeping her number stored in thy phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVzz3ZAwwNI/AAAAAAAAAII/xfD5n7cedCk/s200/Fashion_BridesmaidGown_wcpbbsf08s0210_228_332.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286368195558555858" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVzzwlgDUcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GjShylwuDO8/s200/Fashion_BridesmaidGown_wckirks082834_228_332.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286368078651937218" /&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1976074099091991642</id><published>2008-12-30T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:48:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So what's new with all of you? I'm trying hard to fit everything into everyday, time just seems to be flying very quickly as of late.  I'm enjoying my time off from school but the wait for my grades to be submitted is killing me. I don't have any reservations about failing any classes, there were just some classes that were trying to kick my butt. I hope my fight back did the trick and I don't end up with any C's this semester, that would be a real bummer. I won't be able to show my father my transcript if that's the case. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to something interesting....Makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Review Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;...is upon us once again. I was meaning to talk about this from the start of this blog, I just never got around to it. It's Sheer Cover, a mineral makeup that I've been using for the past year. I was up late at night sneaking into my mother's room to get the lotion (her door creaks like nobody's business) and the infomercial came on. Now I was never the type to grab the phone and call for anything on those infomercials but this one got my attention. You see, my sister had recently bought herself BareMinerals, another mineral makeup and it seemed to be working well for her.The application looked so natural, it required very little work which is what I'm all about. The mineral fountaion is actually what drew my attention out of everything. Growing up, I always remembered seeing my mother smearing this liquid brown gook across her face to achieve an even skin tone. I swore that I would never do that, it just doesn't seems comfortable to me. It seems to weigh down peoples faces. I see women all the time with liquid foundation on and it is so obvious. The lines and cracks look ridiculous. Now don't get me wrong, the professionals know how to hook it up, but let's get real, no one has a professional in their cabinet to help with foundation application on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;I digress...So this mineral foundation actually covers up your imperfections without the cakey feel? I was on board the next day and beleive me when I say that I am happy with the results that have come from this purchase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Like any other cosmetic line they offer various shades, and because of the powder formula you're able to mix different shades to achieve your desired look. The coverage is amazing and literally lasts all day. My sister exercises in her makeup and it is still intact even after all the sweating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;The other products that I get with the foundation feel great on my skin as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Here are a couple of photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVraAERX2bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h8tbCdChkzA/s1600-h/blog+2+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVraAERX2bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h8tbCdChkzA/s320/blog+2+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776807354161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here is my beloved Buki Brush, I use it for the foundation application. Soft like a baby's bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZ_yaoxvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kLNg6S0qoVw/s1600-h/blog+2+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZ_yaoxvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kLNg6S0qoVw/s320/blog+2+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776802561181426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here is the Sheer Cover Eye Collection. Very sheer, very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZ_hZ9JdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uPZ2hlH5suU/s1600-h/blog+2+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZ_hZ9JdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uPZ2hlH5suU/s320/blog+2+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776797994919378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This guy here goes everywhere with me. You fill one end with your powder and it comes through the brissels. So cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhrWFeUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pXSfpATHJuE/s1600-h/blog+2+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhrWFeUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pXSfpATHJuE/s320/blog+2+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776285266966850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;These brushes are equally as soft as the previous two. I use the larger one for blush o nmost occasions and the smaller two for eyeshawdow and contouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhdWYH4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hSbXoUkEDEY/s1600-h/blog+2+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhdWYH4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hSbXoUkEDEY/s320/blog+2+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776281510092674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This toner is so refreshing. I sort-of-kind-of feel that it works better than my Rx for BS one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhSWRX_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qlMUT2fwJvM/s1600-h/blog+2+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhSWRX_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qlMUT2fwJvM/s320/blog+2+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776278556860402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This moisturizer really moisturizes. No joke. I don't have to put on a lot and I feel smooth all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhNtCPfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iXVbNyrvAOg/s1600-h/blog+2+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZhNtCPfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iXVbNyrvAOg/s320/blog+2+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776277310160370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This cleanser is great for me because it actually takes off a lot of my makeup at night, unlike other cleansers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZg5_1DdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8UCF5m2TFtA/s1600-h/blog+2+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVrZg5_1DdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8UCF5m2TFtA/s320/blog+2+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776272020278738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here is the foundation that I was raving about. It gives twice as much in the container than Bare Minerals, which lasts me about two months if used daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE DOWN SIDE: The foundation is made of natural products...but the other products (excluding the toner) contain parabens. Now I was researching and it seems that some parabens aren't harmful and others are. Do you guys know a lot about this? I was wondering if I should discontinue my use of them...but they work so well? What do you think? Are there bad ones and good ones, or am I mistaken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8654136022948525635-1976074099091991642?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1976074099091991642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1976074099091991642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1976074099091991642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1976074099091991642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/review-tuesday_30.html' title='Review Tuesday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVraAERX2bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/h8tbCdChkzA/s72-c/blog+2+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2516604385193339275</id><published>2008-12-29T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:10:55.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backed up &amp; Mane Monday</title><content type='html'>I truly apologize for missing out the past two posts. It seems that since I'm available to run errands for the family, that is exactly what I have been guilted into doing. Thrusday was hectic, running to Queens, back to Brooklyn, and doing it all over again. Talk about taking advantage! Friday was no better. I had to cook and clean and clean some more. I don't mind cleaning I just don't look forward to it. What about you? Do you look forward to cleaning up the humble abode? Or would you rather wish you could hand down the duties to someone else? My parents made it very clear that our purpose in the world was to clean their house. LOL, as my father says,"Why get a dish washer when you have five running around the house?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thrusday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So really quickly, sad but true news... My sis has the unfortunate task of cutting out some of her friends and family from the bridal party. It was a really hard decision to make but it had to be done. They still will be a part of the wedding in some way, I'm sure it will turn out beautiful in the end. The girls that we have left in the party are great girls, really dear to both of our hearts actually. I'm really happy with the way things are going other wise...I know I promised the dresses would be up last week but definitely this Thrusday. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fashion Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Short and sweet...Ruffles and Tiers are sooooooooo in right now. So many designers are incorporating them in their collections. I'll look for great pics and post them later. Try to dive into the fashion scence and see where you can stick them into your wardrobe. A flirty dress and whimsical blouse, you find a way . I promise you won't be disapponted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mane Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So my ends are clipped and I'm very happy. My eds were more damaged than I thought but I'm dealing the cut. Right now I'm protecting my ends with Strength of Nature Profectiv Healthy Ends. It has been recommended by a number of sources so I'm trying it to see what results will come about. I'll be sure to post my update. As a mositurizer I'm using a Jane Carter Solution product, the hair nourishing cream, a ultra light hair dress. I am definitely making my way to get my oils to seal the moisture in. If you were wondering I have been following a fellow blogger getting great advice for my hair care. Her URL is &lt;a href="http://www.keepitsimplesista.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.keepitsimplesista.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Check her out if you get a chance. You'll get great advice and even greater ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy Monday everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-2516604385193339275?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2516604385193339275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2516604385193339275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2516604385193339275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2516604385193339275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/backed-up-mane-monday.html' title='Backed up &amp; Mane Monday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6063764006926540529</id><published>2008-12-24T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:27:13.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily consumption'/><title type='text'>Will Power Wednesday complete with Daily Consumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO last time I neglected to tell you guys my height and weight...drumroll please... I stand about 5 feet 7 inches and I weigh a solid 145 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pounds (&lt;em&gt;when I came back from Trinidad I was weighing 153&lt;/em&gt;). I say solid because as anyone that has seen me, I do not look it, the weight seems to be concentrated in my breasts and in my bone mass, so says my pediatrician (&lt;em&gt;and yes I still go to the same doctor from when I was born&lt;/em&gt;). Anywho, because of that I try not to measure myself by pounds, rather I go by how I feel physically, how my clothes fit, whether or not my grandmother mentions that I'm getting FAT, she has an eye for these things. Do you weigh yourself constantly or do you just do it when you go in for your annual checkup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was suppose to start the pilates exercise routine since last week but you know how the life of a procrastinator goes...I made excuses about having finals last week, now I'm making excuses about resting up from all the hard work those finals put me through. I am definitely starting today though. My mother has agreed to be my motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;As grown as I think I am and as independent as I try to be, I rely on my mother for so much support. Words of advice from her makes me hop to it whatever the case may be.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you self motivated to eat right and exercise or do you need peer motivation? With me eating right, I'll do that on my own, exercise, which requires movement and drive, oh no, I'll watch TV instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've found that if you are a self motivator, starting out at the gym isn't the best idea. Begin at home, do a couple of tapes (Billy Blanks, Gilead). When you feel more comfortable exercising in front of people venture out in to the world of the pumping iron. Me personally, I hate gyms. It's so stationary. I'll rather hit a boxing bag, go jogging, go swimming, or just run around a park with my little brothers for exercise, but that's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the other hand if you need motivation and you are not recieving it from home then the best thing to do is join a class. Don't go to the gym by yourself thining you'll find motivation in all the other people working out. You'll see them with all their disgusting energy and want to walk right back out whence you came. Joining a class gives you peers that will look forward to seeing you every week (&lt;em&gt;however frequent the class is&lt;/em&gt;), a support system from people who are also trying to get in shape and time for you to worry about yourself and nothing else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Think about it, let it marinate a little in that nuggin of yours, plan your form of attack and execute. LOL, I think I heard that from somewhere, sounds cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily consumption&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning&lt;/strong&gt; (8:00 a.m.-9:30 a.m.) Eat breakfast, it's a must. I usually eat a fresh fruit, banana is my first pick. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid morning snack&lt;/strong&gt; (11:00 a.m.- 12:00 p.m.) I'll take a Kashi granola bar where ever I'm going. You know, the seven whole grains on a mission...I really like the Peanut Butter and the Honey Almond Flax flavors, they don't taste like healthy snacks. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt; (1:00 p.m.- 2:30 p.m.) Maybe a turkey snadwhich, a salad, a slice of pizza if I'm feeling good. If I'm home I'll eat whatever my grandmother cooks, always in small portions. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid day snack&lt;/strong&gt; (anytime until dinner) Another fruit, handful(s) of nuts, Fruit Snacks. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt; (5:00 p.m.- 7:00) Once again, whatever food my grand mother cooks, in small portions. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that time I'll monitor myself. I'll note when I'm planning to go in my bed and stop eating two hours before that. Yes, if you are planning on going to sleep at two in the morning you can eat until midnight. Two hours gives your body time to digest and break down the food even if you are just up watching the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I'm extremely hungry at night I'll make myself some toast with cheese and tomatoes, yummy by the way, and of course wash it down with water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some say that it is not wise to count calories but I say that it is important to estimate. Adults are suppose to consume on average 2,000 calories daily, so make adjustments where needed. Small but frequent meals does the trick for me. I'm watching what I eat without going hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Side note- Salty snacks are always better that sugary ones. Now don't go binge on a bag big bag of chips and say to yourself at least you're not eating a carton of ice cream. They are both bad ideas.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you have a routine that you normally stick to? What's your favorite thing to eat when you know you have to watch your caloric intake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6063764006926540529?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6063764006926540529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6063764006926540529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6063764006926540529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6063764006926540529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-power-wednesday-complete-with_23.html' title='Will Power Wednesday complete with Daily Consumption'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7656065480024634949</id><published>2008-12-23T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:41:12.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE SEA'/><title type='text'>Finally it's happened to me dah da dah da dah dah dah...Who sings that song? &amp; Review Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So I think I forgot to mention that last Friday was my last day of school ...backtracking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started college the end of August 2007. The semester lasted until the week before Christmas. The day after New Year's I was back in school for a 2 and a half week session and completed two classes. Four days later Spring semester started and then ended May 22. I enrolled in two summer sessions, the first from June 2 to July 3. The second, from July 7 to August 14.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This semester began August 27.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I finally how time off from school for an entire month and a half , a first since I began college. I slept until 12:00pm today...talk about feeling well rested. I don't have to worry about assignments, projects, presentations and 10 page papers. Woo-hoooo...I am beyond words right now, NO MORE SCHOOL, it's time to lay up in the house and just chill. My brothers and my mom are going to be home for the next two weeks so we are planning on going out as a family a couple of times before they head back to school. Bowling one night, movies another, possibly paint balling........I have been dying to do that but everyone I know are scaredy cats. So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully I get all the fun and rest I need out of this vacation. When school starts back, it'll be no joke. I'll be taking 3 English classes, economics and Italian II. I really need to knock out these classes because as of late my GPA has been suffering. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame TV. Reality shows and ABC's dramas are so addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Review Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What is your favorite restaurant? When you dine out, do you gravitate toward American cuisine or International delights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Growing up my family was really big on Red Lobster. Trini people are in to their seafood, whether it be shrimp, crab, lobster, it was on that table. When I started going out socially, hanging with friends, family or the Mr. we would head to the regualr places...Olive Garden, Boulder Creek, T.G.I.Friday's, Applebees, IHOP (&lt;em&gt;for those lazy nights&lt;/em&gt;)... and I was quite satisfied. That is, until I was introduced to this hideaway spot in Williamsburg, a Thai restaurant called The SEA. This place is like a heaven sent. Great food, even better prices, delicious drinks (&lt;em&gt;not that I would know, I'm only 19 years old),&lt;/em&gt;beautiful ambiance, and wonderful service&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I love that it is not far from home, either jump in the car or hop on the train, 20 minutes later, you are being captivated with all your senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVBUDZDG7uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bMXurK5wS7s/s1600-h/sea_williamsburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282814780145856226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVBUDZDG7uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bMXurK5wS7s/s320/sea_williamsburg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is a view of the front of the restaurant, so sexy and seductive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVBUDcJyeJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6kUwnN_HXJo/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282814780979181714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVBUDcJyeJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6kUwnN_HXJo/s320/sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is a view of the reflective pool surrounded by seats for two...romantic, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I get excited every time I walk in this place. There is no place like it. The food is so good that I have dibs on having them cater my wedding. It's a while off but I'm sticking to them. I know everyone at the wedding will be expecting culture food but I think they'll be pleasantly surprised with THIS CULTURE'S food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YUMMY...I can taste the Tim Tum Fritters right now. Come to think of it, I think I'll be making a stop over there sometimes over the vacation, the Mojitos are calling my name...um, I mean the iced tea?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BTW, this is the restaurant where my sis got engaged. Great memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7656065480024634949?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7656065480024634949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7656065480024634949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7656065480024634949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7656065480024634949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-its-happened-to-me-dah-da-dah.html' title='Finally it&apos;s happened to me dah da dah da dah dah dah...Who sings that song? &amp; Review Tuesday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SVBUDZDG7uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bMXurK5wS7s/s72-c/sea_williamsburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-483425186796829043</id><published>2008-12-22T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:05:39.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVE !!! and Mane Monday</title><content type='html'>High school sweethearts are so very cliche/taboo but I feel like we are the original. Now I know for a fact that we were very young when we started dating...against our parents wishes and all... but I felt as though I was old enough to carry on a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note- My little brother is 14 going on 15, the age I was when I started dating Mr. Young, but I can't see my brother being old enough to have a serious relationship at his age.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later I still feel as though I'm falling in love. I still get butterflies when I see him walking up the driveway, I still smile when I see him looking at me from afar, I still feel giddy when he tells me one day I'll be his wife..........I'm so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mane Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now today my post isn't that interesting or that long...I'm going to the hair dresser later today to get a wash and set and trim my ends. My ends have been killing me and I am truly terrified to cut them myself. I always envision messing my hair up, cutting it shorter than required. Lately my hair has been growing faster, thanks to those lovely flaxseed oil tablets, but I don't think I've been seeing the fruits of my labor (I hate swallowing tablets) because my ends have been terrible for a long time now. As my hair is growing, my ends are spilting up, up and up the hair shaft. No longer will I be the one with the luxurious hair complete with ends that seem to be throwing up gang signs every time they get combed. My hair lady says that if I trim regularly and do all that I can to keep my ends healthy then by this time next year I could reach my goal of having MBL hair. YAY me and my determination not to be lazy when it comes to my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She also mentioned that it would be easy for me to reach WL but I don't think I could handle all of that hair. What I have now already makes me tired even before I begin to tackle it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BTW, I am no longer going to use the Aphogee line for damaged hair, instead I will be investing in more expensive but more natural products. You have to put out the money in order to see the results you want, don't you agree? How much of your weekly/monthly budget do you spend on hair care? Do you spend a lot of time taking care of your tresses or is it just touch and go for you? What are your favorite products to use in your hair, how has it benefited you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-483425186796829043?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/483425186796829043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=483425186796829043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/483425186796829043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/483425186796829043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-love-and-mane-monday.html' title='IN LOVE !!! and Mane Monday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-157221142125603969</id><published>2008-12-19T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:41:32.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION FRIDAY IS HERE...so is the snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather outside is ridiculous. I like snow but I admire it from afar. It's really pretty looking out in the backyard and seeing it coat everything gently. Looks like a picture out of a magazine. But when it comes time for me to walk outside, I'll dread it from start to finish. I don't like coldness and when snow gets dirty it reminds me of diarrehea. So gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On to the topic of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fashion Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who are your style icons? Is there one particular person who is smothered in fashion, reeks beauty and exuberates sexiness? Well I follow two lovely ladies, every time they step out in front the cameras they never disappoint. Just beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Drumroll please....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Presenting Mrs. &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/strong&gt; Broderick and Mrs. &lt;strong&gt;Beyonce Knowles&lt;/strong&gt; Carter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605427940074530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUwIJ1AkpCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cnpXWSjxOEQ/s320/01m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate matching everything...when things just GO TOGETHER I feel my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605423100652050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUwIJi-w6hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jg-4SwVATmQ/s320/10f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Short and sassy, a staple in SJP's wardrobe. If only you guys could see the shoes she banged out with this dress. TO DIE FOR... I'm holding my heart right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605416178286082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUwIJJMV_gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xM6Hsk6sKn4/s320/05m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ms. B, Ms. B, Ms. B... you look fabulous in gold, all the time, every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605415795889186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUwIJHxLFCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hD5c771zKXg/s320/04m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't deny that Zac Posen's creation on B. is fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I adore their sense of style. Subtle but yet very sexy. Their confidence while wearing the clothes shines through...and talk about their taste in SHOES, the thing most dear to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This leads me to my next question...What is your favorite footwear? You can be specific or general. Where do you shop mostly for your shoes, high-end retail or $10 shops? Do you buy shoes for a specific occasion or do you shoe shop just because? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-157221142125603969?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/157221142125603969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=157221142125603969&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/157221142125603969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/157221142125603969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/fashion-friday-is-hereso-is-snow.html' title='FASHION FRIDAY IS HERE...so is the snow...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUwIJ1AkpCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cnpXWSjxOEQ/s72-c/01m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1620876192215250316</id><published>2008-12-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:07:00.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing Moments &amp; Update Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't do well in embarrassing situations. Whether it's me or someone else, it makes me so very uncomfortable.  I mean as others start laughing when someone has an embarrassing moment I feel obligated to ask if they are ok, is there anything that I can possibly do for them? I don't know, that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarrassing Moment #1: Background Info-My boyfriend and my future brother-in-law have this friend, really sweet guy, named Danny. Now Danny is the type of guy that is very playful, does things on an impulse, very spontaneous. Because of this he has many friends, I mean who wouldn't want to hang out with a guy like that, right? Well, this also has its down side. If you want to warn Danny about something or the other you will always be too late, because he is just too fast, always on the move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Context- So we were parting ways this past Sunday afternoon, the four of us were getting into the car and Danny was heading to his. We had to be careful getting in because there was dog mess in the grass (this is nasty NYC I'm talking about). So we get in safely and smell free and as we were waiting for the car to warm up Danny runs up to the car. We see him and let down the window to warn him about the dog mess, but of course he is too fast. All of a sudden he is up under the car moving around trying to stick his hand in the window. It seemed pointless but they ended up telling him to check his shoes. Sure enough, brown gook was smeared under his shoe. As everyone went wild with laughter I could not help but feel sorry for him :(. I tried to stick my head out the window to ask if he was ok but the space was too small. Poor Danny, they are still making fun of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarrassing Moment #2: I am on the train going to school today and everyone seems to be dosing off or in lala land. I look to my left and this woman, about 35 years old, dressed to kill, is knocked out. I wonder why she was so tired? Anyway, it must have been a sweet sleep because dribble starts making its way from the corner of her mouth to top of her red coat. Gross right?!? People start giggling to themselves and when the poor woman wakes up, talk about the color rushing out of someone's face. She felt so bad, she rushed out the train and you could tell it wasn't her stop. She walked up and then stopped behind a pillar waiting for another train.  Poor lady, she probably would never forget this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarrassing Moment #3: Ok this is a personal moment, one that makes me cringe every time I think about it. I was rushing home one day from school, I wanted so bad to be home in my cozy bed, watch Everybody Loves Raymond and drift off to sleep. Instead I was embarrassed in front of many people and messed up my entire evening. I was crossing the street heading for the train station, I heard the train coming and ran down those steps quicker than I thought possible. For some odd reason I thought I was special because I did not even think to take out my Metrocard to pay my toll. I ran straight into the turnstile and banged myself up really good. *Back tracking a little bit, as I was running down the stairs this guys was coming up and he was trying to chat me up, so much so he turned back down the stairs behind me*. OMG! I heard people scream out OUCH!, and That's not good! I watched as the train pulled out of the station, still stuck behind the turnstile. You can only imagine what that jerk was saying about me getting what I deserve for not being polite to stop and talk. If I had a shell I would have srunk into it. Man, that poor girl, I bet you she hopes she nevers sees that guy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your most embarrassing moment? What was your reaction/reaction of those around you? Are you a laugher or do you inquire about someones well being before letting out a chuckle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Update Thrusday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;So the budget is set! Fifteen grand for the big day. Now I must admit, this is very cheap considering we live in wedding central NYC where everything is super expensive. My dad has committed to fixing up the backyard and pitching in five grand. So they are basically only responsible for ten. The groom's parents are giving the honeymoon as a gift which I think is mucho generous.  I hope I'm that fortunate when my turn rolls around.  So I can start calling up vendors and making appointments since I have the budget, I'm super excited. OMG! Am I kidding myself, I'm planning an entire wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;We ordered the invitations for the engagement party on Monday. My parents are jumping on board getting excited about the little details as well. Even my grandmother mentions the engagement on a daily basis, it's so out of character for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;We have picked out a bridessmaid dress but I'm thinking that maybe there might be something better out there so I'm not going to stop looking until I have to.  I'll be posting pictures of everything we choose. Maybe you guys will be able to help us make certain decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-1620876192215250316?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1620876192215250316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1620876192215250316&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1620876192215250316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1620876192215250316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/embarrassing-moments-update-thursday.html' title='Embarrassing Moments &amp; Update Thursday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6727237260394064175</id><published>2008-12-17T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:11:00.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Power Wednesday complete with Delicious Appetizer Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Will Power Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What type of exercise routine do you stick to, or rather what routine would you like to stick to?  This summer when my parents went away to Trinidad, we (my sister and myself) were left home alone for about a week and a half. My older brother was popping in every now and again and every time he came through that front door we knew he was carrying something in his hands. If it wasn't pizza, it was something else, chicken wings, burgers...unhealthy but yet loveable foods. Then when we joined the folks in Trinidad, talk about eating 'till yuh belly buss. Man I sure did rekindle my love for food down there unknowingly making enemies with the scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So without a doubt I had to find some way to drop the pounds. I started out just watching what I was eating. Making sure I ate breakfast, healthy snacks and small portioned meals. Eventually I was guilted into exercising, something I loathed for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I began slow and steady, doing squats, push ups and crunches, 5 sets with 10 reps each on a daily basis, mostly in the mornings. Now I'm taking it a step further and I'm starting Pilates. I hope I can keep up with those moves. Have you ever tried Pilates? Those crazy stances...I'm trying to psych myself out before starting this mess. I'll be doing this 5 times a week, then work my way down to 3 times a week when I move up to a harder DVD. Gaiam is the woman who's routine I'll be using, but there are many of them out there. Maybe you guys could try it out with me, a little moral support?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let me know what you guys do for fitness and health otherwise. Just curious.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Crab and Shrimp Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ac4.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/3ab74ee93dd1566a"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 114px;" src="http://ac4.yt-thm-a02.yimg.com/image/3ab74ee93dd1566a" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;These suckers are delicious. Pop 'em in your mouth and um, um, ummmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Being from the Caribbean crab cakes are a staple at any party/gathering that you go to. It just wouldn't be a party without that to get you started. So of course when I decided to start eating better and changing my diet I had to find a way to keep these little munchkins in my life. I found this recipe and tried it out last weekend. They were gone in under 10 minutes, no joke. So I thought you guys would enjoy trying them out as well. If you can't cook, these things are super easy, so please don't deprive yourselves and your loved ones because of laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Yumming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;10 ounces raw shrimp, peeled, deveined and chopped&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces flaked crabmeat, squeezed dry if necessary&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg white, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon hot pepper sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt, preferably kosher &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon coarsely ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup fine, unseasoned dry breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Thoroughly mix shrimp, crab, egg white, mustard, hot pepper, salt and Peppercorn Blend in a bowl. Shape into 8 patties, each about 3/8 inch thick. Spread breadcrumbs in a shallow dish and coat the patties on both sides with crumbs. &lt;br /&gt;2. Heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over low heat; add crab cakes and cook until golden on both sides, about 3 minutes per side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-6727237260394064175?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6727237260394064175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6727237260394064175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6727237260394064175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6727237260394064175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-power-wednesday-complete-with.html' title='Will Power Wednesday complete with Delicious Appetizer Recipe'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-6218269405246020</id><published>2008-12-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:14:19.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This has nothing to do with anything but I wanted to say that I hate cleaning toilet bowls. Disgusting! Especially since I live with four gentlemen. I don't know. No matter how much they say "I aim for the water", I can't help but think that maybe when they start the sprinklers, they forget where they are or they start daydreaming  or something. So irritating.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Review Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So first up is Sally Hansen's Shea Butter Rapid Finish. Dries polish within 30 seconds. I recieved this product from a friend a while ago and when it ran low I had to stock up. It's perfect for polishing on the run. I have a bad habit of polishing as soon as everyone is ready to head out the door, so this saves me a little scolding. Try this out, $5.99 at Target, a bit more at Duane Reade and Rite Aide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XpowoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LKzDWtGHM8o/s1600-h/blog+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XpowoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LKzDWtGHM8o/s320/blog+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280247768545271906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sticking with Sally Hansen, I picked up the Chocolate Chiffon from her Diamond Collection.  I've been wanting a brown color for a long time. I think it's great for this time of year, don't you? It has a little burgundy undertone but it's still cool. Sis wanted to get in the picture with her ugly ring. I'm just hating. The color she has on is Sunset Blvd. by Avalon. Pretty right? Look closely, you can see her wart on her thumb...ewww. She's trying to get rid of it for the wedding. We bought wart remover this weekend :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XWwvvRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xxxR4xacPSU/s1600-h/blog+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XWwvvRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xxxR4xacPSU/s320/blog+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280247763478494482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Close up of the color. Muah, simply gorg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XHrSO9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Gy_x1_a2NRM/s1600-h/blog+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XHrSO9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Gy_x1_a2NRM/s320/blog+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280247759429057490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now time for the big finale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1W2hUPsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nt4_SCIxAE8/s1600-h/blog+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1W2hUPsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nt4_SCIxAE8/s320/blog+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280247754823843522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Isn't the cover beautiful?  I picked it up on Sunday afternoon to just skim through, of course I ended up reading the thing, cover to cover. It is definitely an easy read. Great pictures, great guide on applications. The book is basically divided into two sections. The first part is specifically for beginners. BB goes through eqiupment that you'd need. Then she has a great section on skincare and how your lifestyle affects your skin. Getting specific she explains how to put on a face (concealer/corrector, foundation, etc.), how to apply lip color, eye color all the while differentiating between different types of skin (dry/oily, light /dark). Chapter 7 is a Ten- Step Guide to Perfect Makeup, easy, uncomplicated, and very natural in results. It's BB, of course it's natural.  Chapter 8 which is my favorite is entitled Special Makeup Applications. So it includes looks for weddings, going out at night, and looks for different ethnicities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If I was a working woman I would definitely spend the $32.00 on this manual. It is very precise, very informative, you can tell that a lot of work went into the production. The pictures, once again were great, she has pics showing the step by step process on the models. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I will definitely be referencing this book when I am stuck on a look, want to try something new and when it comes time for me to play make artist for my sis at her wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MM&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/8654136022948525635-6218269405246020?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/6218269405246020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=6218269405246020&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6218269405246020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/6218269405246020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/review-tuesday.html' title='Review Tuesday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUc1XpowoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LKzDWtGHM8o/s72-c/blog+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-891806607209312585</id><published>2008-12-15T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:06:04.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair.'/><title type='text'>Gross Details...1st Mane Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I want to say sorry for posting so late. This week I have finals and presentations coming out the yingyang. It's ridiculous.&lt;div&gt;Anyhow I wanted to share something with you guys. It pretty disgusting so if you have a weak stomach please skip this section and go on to Mane Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out to dinner with my sis and an old friend to catch up on past times. We shared the news about the engagement, shared hugs and "drinks". Fake pina coladas, still good. Then we started talking about school and work and some how horror stories came up. Our friend is a LPN currently in school studying to be a RN. Big money, I know, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moing on, she began telling us about the most disgusting thing she ever encountered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day she and her aide were cleaning up an older women (she had come in from a near by nursing home). They had to restrain the woman because she insisted on picking her nose until it began bleeding. So as they were cleaning her up she noticed something white rolling out of her nose. Then another, then another...finally deciding to get a container and collect the "thingys" they realized that there were maggots coming out of her nose. Instead of dig to find more (remembering that maggots reside in clusters), our bravehearted friend leans her patient back and shines her pen light to the back of the woman's nose. At first it looked like a heap of mucus was toward the back of the nostril cavity but upon second glance she realized it was a "ball" of maggots squirming around. Like seriously...Are you kidding me with  this nastiness? I never heard of anything so nasty. She also told us of a woman having maggots INSIDE her vagina (GAG). Also an older diabetic man who came in and roaches busted out of his big toe. (Double GAG). I am upset that that even exsists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are definitely never going to a nursing home. I feel sorry for those who have no other choice because of certain circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;Mane Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;So today is my first post of my hair journey. I am going to be changing up my hair care routine to see if anything has the ability to make my hair gain it's health back. Up until now I have been relaxing my hair every so often, whenever I get tired of the new growth. Maybe two, three times a year. My wash and condition routine was basically whenever I got the chance, whenever I wasn't so lazy. Now I really want to take the initative to regain the health and see if in doing so my length will come back to what it use to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;Here is what my hair looks like as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUcU_NyNWsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Azbv6xo7gv4/s1600-h/blog+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUcU_NyNWsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Azbv6xo7gv4/s320/blog+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212164379761346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am going to try the Aphogee line for damaged hair. I'll shampoo once a week, and co-wash once or twice a week. I am going to try out the ORS Hair Mayonnaise  (sounds nasty) for the co-washes. I wanted to try air drying in rollers but as you can see that would take forever . So i'll be roller setting and drying under low heat. This is going to be so much work so it is going to take a lot for me to keep up with this. I really want to see my hair grow back to what it use to be. AHHHHH, I hope I'm not way over my head. As I add products to my routine I'll be sharing them with you guys, also any major updates, whatever they may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY HEALTHY HAIR GROWING TO YOU, MRS. YOUNG_FASHION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8654136022948525635-891806607209312585?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/891806607209312585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=891806607209312585&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/891806607209312585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/891806607209312585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/gross-details1st-mane-monday.html' title='Gross Details...1st Mane Monday.'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUcU_NyNWsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Azbv6xo7gv4/s72-c/blog+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-2080362936719957644</id><published>2008-12-12T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:19:50.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News, Shocking News, and FASHION FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally my book came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I won the Bobbi Brown Makeup Manual from BGG's blog. I have been anticipating this guide because I want to be able to work it out like the pros. I mean I can put together a pretty face but I want to make up a face that stands out. Also my sis is appointing me her makeup artist for the wedding ( I know, I know, so many responsibilities).  I am going to look through it and post a review for Review Tuesday...(I don't know what happened to Tuesdays on the previous blog, but it will indeed still be Review Tuesday)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the shocking news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother is a college educated woman and we are all proud of that fact. My father on the other hand never finished the equivalent to JHS in his home country. My point...soon to come. My father was going through some papers and began making a whole heap of noise, very out of his character when he is by himself. So we rush into his room to see what all the ruckus was about...he was reviewing S.S statements with previous annual earnings. Now what he saw on the paper wasn't news to me but I must admit seeing it in writing makes you say JEEZZ, Are you kidding me? So what did he see?...The difference in the yearly earnings between my mother and himself. My mother (once again college educated) has never in her life made the amount my father (once again never got through JHS) has made at his lowest moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the reason many people opt for not going to school and picking up trades instead. OMG, are you kidding me with this, really and truly? It makes you think, for a quick second, why am I troubling myself with college? But just for a quick second. OK well that was the good and the shocking, now on to the topic of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Fashion Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Ok the winter months are here and no one can deny that, but what do you do with the precious platform sandals that you bought this summer. Most likely you'll probably put them back in their box and store them for the upcoming spring. Well I have news for you, you can choose what's behind Door # 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Girl you better rock those sandals, show them that the weather has no handle on your fashion conscience (use your discretion). Keep them to the fore of your colset and when it's time to hit the town at night pull them out, with stockings of course. You didn't think I meant bare leg, did you? Well this look has been a staple in many persons lives, I mean I've seen plenty people do it but some just need a little encouragement. Some designers have put this look to use in their Fall Fashion Shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;This is from Yves Saint Laurent fashion show in Paris back in 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKr1ZO4p7I/AAAAAAAAADY/PjTwKBOs-E8/s1600-h/Yves+Saint+Laurentjpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKr1ZO4p7I/AAAAAAAAADY/PjTwKBOs-E8/s320/Yves+Saint+Laurentjpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278970647026378674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;She paired this great ensemble with textured stockings and cute sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;This is from a Carolina Herrera's Fall Collection. Her shows are always in NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKr1cDN5pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p6v2m1ZJQgQ/s320/carolina+herrerajpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278970647782745746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt; This dress was paired with a solid color stocking donned with embellishments and a black sandal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here is a model wearing a gorgeous Badgley Mischka creation. This is for the Pre-Fall 2009 Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SULFKGPW2PI/AAAAAAAAADw/mQ9BuqgCjAg/s1600-h/style.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SULFKGPW2PI/AAAAAAAAADw/mQ9BuqgCjAg/s320/style.com" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278998490496030962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Black tights with black detailed sandals. Need I say more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here is fabulous Lucy Liu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SULFJ5aYK_I/AAAAAAAAADo/49Bf4Ha9ny8/s1600-h/instyle.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SULFJ5aYK_I/AAAAAAAAADo/49Bf4Ha9ny8/s320/instyle.com" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278998487052594162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Once again we see the black tights with the black patent leather platform sandals. The bare arms totally compliment the covered legs in this look, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;So take this tip and put your own spin on it.  Black Tie events and Holiday parties would be excellent times for you to try it out around this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;I'll leave you with "a mystery guest" and their interpretation of rocking stockings with sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKv5tQlQVI/AAAAAAAAADg/Lwad5A_OkWU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKv5tQlQVI/AAAAAAAAADg/Lwad5A_OkWU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278975119168192850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fashionable weekend. See you soon for Mane Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8654136022948525635-2080362936719957644?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/2080362936719957644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=2080362936719957644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2080362936719957644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/2080362936719957644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news-shocking-news-and-fashion.html' title='Good News, Shocking News, and FASHION FRIDAY!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/SUKr1ZO4p7I/AAAAAAAAADY/PjTwKBOs-E8/s72-c/Yves+Saint+Laurentjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1862259263888644385</id><published>2008-12-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:37:45.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hair day'/><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day &amp; Update Thrusday</title><content type='html'>I'm at school right now, my class doesn't start until this evening and I am suppose to be studying...You know how that goes. I just don't wanna. But what I do want to do is take off running for the train so I can go home and try and fix this mop on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started roller setting my hair for myself and I haven't gotten this thing down packed as yet. Things still stick out, come out, unroll...anything you can think of.  I have the most fly-aways I've ever seen, I did not think this was possible it's so bad. My bang that's growing in is sticking up all over the place. AHHHHHHHHH! I want to cry or something, I don't want people looking at me like this, it's horrible. So for the remainder of the day I'll stay in the corner with my hood on my head. This is so tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So after much debate, the bride and groom have decided to throw a "little" engagement party. The invite list is a little over 30 with family and close friends only.  I am not too sure how I feel about this engagement party. I'm on the fence as to whether it is a great idea or a waste of money, but as for now I'm following orders and planning the "perfect engagement party".  One thing is certain, I am NOT, i repeat NOT cooking for this occassion. I love my sister dearly but I hate being under pressure to cook for a large amount of people. It freaks me out. Another thing I am certain of is that we are not hosting this engagement party either. We always do little get togethers at our house and get stuck with the unruly mess left behind by our "tidy" house guests. Not this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So I have to call around to immediate family and see if they will be willing to host the party. I might also throw in cooking duties as well or I might spread it around to a select few. You know there are certain peeps in the family who really really know how to throw down. They will definitely be getting a call from me. So when that's done I have to see about ordering save-the-date cards and getting a beautiful cake, a must have in the bride's opinion.  Knowing us and how we get down, we might just end up having a nice BJ's cake. They are off the hook if you've never tried them. Also I really want to put together a few games for everyone to take part in...maybe I am excited about this...maybe it will be a big hit...maybe I'm just the best sister/maid of honor/wedding planner of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do you have any ideas to make this E.P. much more enjoyable than just sitting around "oooohhhhing and aaahhhhhing" at the ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-1862259263888644385?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1862259263888644385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1862259263888644385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1862259263888644385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1862259263888644385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-hair-day-update-thrusday.html' title='Bad Hair Day &amp; Update Thrusday'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7355232213910370546</id><published>2008-12-10T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:22:50.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's to Come...</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking that I would only do thoughtsicles on this blog, just talk about things that enter my head on a day to day basis. It has been hard because I've been wanting to talk about other things. I've been reading plenty product and beauty blogs and I want to put my spin and talk about all the great fashions out there, past, present and future. So I'm thinking I'll designate a particular day to everything that I want to talk about. Everyday will be open for me to just melt down my thoughtsicles, if there is anything interesting to say. SO from here on out here is the tentative schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mondays will be Mane Mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesdays will be Review Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesdays will be Will Power Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thrusdays will be Update Thrusdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fridays will be Fashion Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BREAK DOWN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am venturing out on a path to put the health back into my hair. I've found a regime that I like and I'll be tracking the progress of my hair, health and length wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I love going out to eat, going to the movies, watching T.V, and trying new products. So I'll be doing reviews on any and everything that I do/try/buy over the course of the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am trying my best to eat healthy, exercise and shed a couple of pounds. Starting at 150 lbs. I'll share with you everything that I am doing to shake it off for the upcoming summer. Everything from healthy recipes that I come across to my exercise routine...This is going to be hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have offically taken the title of wedding coordinator for my sister's wedding which has be set for the 26th of May, 2010. I'll be sharing with you guys all the updates, the good, the bad, the money...I mean the ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YYYYYAAAAAYYYYYYYY, my true love fashion has found it's home on my favorite day of the week. I'll be speaking about everything fashion, head to toe, the do's and the don'ts, the ins and outs, everything that is right and everything that is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This should truly be a Meandering Memorandum!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7355232213910370546?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7355232213910370546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7355232213910370546&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7355232213910370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7355232213910370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-to-come.html' title='What&apos;s to Come...'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8668168398430896835</id><published>2008-12-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:00:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of a New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST6s5omg-AI/AAAAAAAAACo/k4GOS9GD74M/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277845919476283394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST6s5omg-AI/AAAAAAAAACo/k4GOS9GD74M/s400/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was a blast. I did no homework, I made chilli (which everyone loved) and then on Sunday evening my darling sister got engaged. I'm so happy and yet so sad at the same time. I mean no one really understands the relationship that we share, we truly complete one another. My sis, born 1 year, 1 month and 1 day ahead of me, was lost until I was born, or so I would like to think. Growing up, the lines between big and little sister were very often hazy. We never really looked at the other as older or younger, we are basically the same age, that is until one of us wants to act a fool but I digress. Without the other, we were never really happy. When we go out guess who's tagging along. When we make plans, guess who double checks every detail. We can not exist without each other, our bond is so much deeper than that of two sisters, lol, it's like we are soul mates...that doesn't sound too "correct" but you catch my drift. My sis knows me inside out and I would not have it any other way. What am I going to do without her???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't we make a cute couple...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277982129759038482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST8oyHclrBI/AAAAAAAAACw/TlLbaoPlZok/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways...His name is Robert and he is a sweet guy. He was quite nervous during the entire night, no one but my sis heard what he was saying...so adorable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277982919466521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST8pgFVhkbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_KIqgjmERUQ/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So she cried and I cried...we all cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277983448069249570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST8p-2iPGiI/AAAAAAAAADA/O_CQ2N1Ve-4/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ring is gorgeous if I say so myself ... I can't wait to start planning the biggest day of her life!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984065340393314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST8qiyDJR2I/AAAAAAAAADI/NHTCIyo4E5Q/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you could choose how you were proposed to, what would you like, how do you envision saying "Yes"? If you are alerady married, how did it happen for you? Were you shocked or did you expect it? Did you cry or laugh or hit him...share and don't spare the details everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something that I truly consider a no no in the book of proposal is the way my Dad proposed to my Mom. My sis and I were already born and he tells my Mom, "Well I guess we should just get married already, huh?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave you with these words of wisdom...If he proposes to you that way...hit him, yell a little, then if you really love him say YESSSSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8668168398430896835?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8668168398430896835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8668168398430896835&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8668168398430896835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8668168398430896835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning-of-new-life.html' title='The Beginning of a New Life'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST6s5omg-AI/AAAAAAAAACo/k4GOS9GD74M/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5218157498730422550</id><published>2008-12-08T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:37:13.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My POV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST3wXmxG71I/AAAAAAAAACg/DPQneCGatN8/s1600-h/hercules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST3wXmxG71I/AAAAAAAAACg/DPQneCGatN8/s400/hercules.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277638626682269522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I asked you guys what love means to you and I'm hoping from the flood in of comments...LOL...that love does truly hold a special place in your lives and you are no stranger to the many joys that love can bring to each and every one of us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, within my family and my relationship, I've noticed that love simply means life for me. I mean, ok yeah we can all live day to day without love in our lives but is it truly living if we can't share that with anyone, whether it be family or otherwise?  Not in my opinion.  Being able to rely on those close to you is such a comfort and an ease on the daily stressors.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I realized I had fallen in love with my boyfriend I was 15 years old. So many people have said to me that being 15 means you are incapable of knowing whether you love someone or not but I am protesting against that statement, not only by saying " I protest", lol, but also by proving them wrong with the love that I share with, from this point on, Mr. Young.  BTW, this makes me think about Chris Brown's single "Young Love", I heart that song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the era of instant messaging and after exchanging screen names against the wishes of our parents it was like total kismet, an instant connection.  We became quick friends, trying to keep our feelings at bay, never really mentioning the possibility of us becoming anything more. How cute you may say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the day I realized OMG!, I can't wait to see him again. Me, counting the moments until I saw anyone was a new experience. I never really missed anyone, not even my family when I was away. I distinctly remember telling myself, "This is not good", and when I was signing off the computer I felt this energy just pass through me and I said it, I had to, I said "I love you".  From then on everything is basically history. And of course this makes me think of something else...Are you guys into cartoon movies, have you even seen Hercules?  There is a part when Meg, the love interest, realizes she is in love with Herc but does not want to admit it. I feel you Meg, love complicates everything, but sometimes complication walks through the door, smelling good and makes you smile that 'oooooo la la' smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Young says that when he noticed we were finishing each other's sentences and basically saying what the other was thinking, that was when he knew we would be something, something great for a long time. Kodos to you honey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he is always willing to put me before himself and appreciates me beyond compare there is no doubt in my mind that  he is my forever and ever. Also, he wrote me not 1 but 2 poems, not amazing but loveable, and for a guy like him to sit and think about words that rhyme...he loves me this I know, for those poems told me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to my HERCULES... I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5218157498730422550?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5218157498730422550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5218157498730422550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5218157498730422550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5218157498730422550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-pov.html' title='My POV'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/ST3wXmxG71I/AAAAAAAAACg/DPQneCGatN8/s72-c/hercules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5672687298677869524</id><published>2008-12-05T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:05:57.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>OPPSY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STn_5ktDNJI/AAAAAAAAACY/C_gChIrkvH0/s1600-h/ca72fafa1bb31798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276529803011503250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STn_5ktDNJI/AAAAAAAAACY/C_gChIrkvH0/s400/ca72fafa1bb31798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I am forgiven for being so late with this post. I went straight to sleep when I came home from school today then I had to head out to Staten Island to see my 'tanty' (my grandmother's sister, she is leaving for Trinidad next week. So sad :(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the topic at hand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;OVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...one of my favorite things to talk about, but right now I just want to hear from you guys, What does love mean to you, both family and relationship love? How do you know when you are in love with someone and what actions from your partner truly prove to you that they will be forever in love with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any one wants to share...can you tell us about a broken heart, what happened and how long it took to mend? Just curious. After I view the comments, on Monday, i'll make my remarks about love's place in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone for reading and being apart of my journey in this blogger's world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5672687298677869524?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5672687298677869524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5672687298677869524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5672687298677869524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5672687298677869524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/oppsy.html' title='OPPSY!!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STn_5ktDNJI/AAAAAAAAACY/C_gChIrkvH0/s72-c/ca72fafa1bb31798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-1436628853227033640</id><published>2008-12-04T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:31:51.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older friends'/><title type='text'>Who are your friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STjaVTeu1TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/egRt4mqh8BI/s1600-h/10f04350b160f402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276207023005816114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STjaVTeu1TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/egRt4mqh8BI/s400/10f04350b160f402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so maybe my brain cells are now wrapping my mind around the idea that my life long friends will be women who have a couple of years on me, BUT who are still kind, loving, peaceable, FAB women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backtracking a bit, I currently only have two true friends, i mean friends you tell all your secrets to, friends who know all your bad habits and they are my sister and my boyfriend. I mean since I was in sixth grade to about the 10th grade I was best friends with a girl who I thought was gonna be my ride 'n die chick, but things got in the way and now we don't even speak. No bad feelings or misunderstandings I guess life just got in the way of us communicating. Anyway I can't really count her as a best friend to date because of that situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another friend that I thought would always be there now resides in Atlanta where she goes to school. It was cool talking on the phone with her, catching up on the week's activities and such. Until that is, all she wanted to talk about was how the sex with her man was so good, like come on, Virgin ears on the other line, I'll like to keep them that way. Soooo...the calls became less frequent, not that she stopped calling, I just stopped picking up the phone. I mean we still talk every once in a while but when she starts that nonsense up again, I'm tired of telling her to keep her dealings to herself, I find some way to get off the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leads me to my present predicament. I have two friends and sometimes it's nice to talk to other people...and so these two women are the ones that I look forward to talking to. We have funny conversations, we share the same interests, we actually like the same music (which is very rare for me, not even my sister can stand some of the music I listen to) I can really see us kicking it, like they could definitely be my ride 'n die chicks. I mean, at present, I consider them family, but then you have those in your family who you have to speak to on a constant basis, they become more than family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate the guidance that I have recieved from them and I my sister and I want to surprise them with something, only thing is they already have everything you could thing of getting for someone. So I guess heartfelt words would have to suffice for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to ask, do you have friends who are only in your age bracket or do you have older/younger friends? Is the commincation better with some or is it just different? I'll love to hear your feedback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-1436628853227033640?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/1436628853227033640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=1436628853227033640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1436628853227033640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/1436628853227033640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-are-your-friends.html' title='Who are your friends?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STjaVTeu1TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/egRt4mqh8BI/s72-c/10f04350b160f402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4841577123766957142</id><published>2008-12-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:32:14.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BK=WW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incredibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super power'/><title type='text'>Super Powers Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgJeUgBQgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AtDF3d6QHCI/s1600-h/incred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275977379968270850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgJeUgBQgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AtDF3d6QHCI/s400/incred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my class starts at 4:10 this evening and there is no homework for me to worry about, I would say that I have a lot of time on my hands. So...what do I so? Watch The Incredibles of course. I love all animated movies and along with my all-time favorite A Bug's Life, The Incredibles is one that I can watch over and over again. Super funny, super cute. If you haven't seen it you should, I doubt you'd be disappointed. I must say that my favorite character is Dash, he makes everything funny. My little brothers are always fighting over who wants to be Dash and who has to be the other characters, they all want to be the one to run fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me think about what super power I would want to have if it were possible. Just off the top off my head, because I am always running late for everything and procrastinating , I would want to have the power of rewinding time. This would really come in handy on a day to day basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about you? What super power have you always dreamed of having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, this is making me think of something else...Have you guys heard about Beyonce wanting to be Wonder Woman in the up coming remake?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275985018325478546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275985374243246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQvpfs0AI/AAAAAAAAACI/jzZ23e56Cis/s400/csar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she would make a good Wonder Woman? I'm pulling for her, she definitely has the body for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI- The original Wonder Woman was Lynda CARTER, if Beyonce is chosen, her last name is CARTER as well. Thanks Jay-Z!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgQa7mSrJI/AAAAAAAAACA/07hZTGix_ck/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&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/8654136022948525635-4841577123766957142?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4841577123766957142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4841577123766957142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4841577123766957142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4841577123766957142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-powers-anyone.html' title='Super Powers Anyone?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STgJeUgBQgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AtDF3d6QHCI/s72-c/incred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-7857174863206565584</id><published>2008-12-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:38:24.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares of the Fashion Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STa7OZ3ipJI/AAAAAAAAABo/gTyWswDn9-E/s1600-h/fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275609869647520914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STa7OZ3ipJI/AAAAAAAAABo/gTyWswDn9-E/s400/fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I have two things to share with you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I had a nightmare last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Am I wrong for telling people that their wardrobe is not up to par?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is this girl, i won't mention her name, lol, not like if you will know who I'm talking about, but it's just courtesy, anywho this girl seems to have bad blood with me even though I was given the impression that the past was water under the bridge. I hope im using that term correctly... Moving on, I had a dream about her, well I'm calling it a nightmare just because she was in it. So I'm walking down the street and she comes from behind and we are in an instant conversation like we were ol' pals. I stop look her up and down and I tell her she is dressed tacky as usual and she laughs and says she wishes she could be like me. SO FREAKY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of a sudden we are in Red Lobster sharing biscuits, how random?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613614002940258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STa-oWrcKWI/AAAAAAAAABw/TcekZOrl8qI/s400/0b574f41e930f83a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We start talking about how much we mean to each other and she starts crying and apologizes for kissing my boyfriend (this really happened) and trying to push up on him (this really happened). I tell her that until I beat her unconscience we will never be even and I will always resent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with this on my mind was quite a shocker. I hate being reminded of this crap, and am I kidding myself with this??? Eating lunch with the chick? NEVER!!! Cordial, yes, friends, never in a million years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this had me thinking, is this in my subconscience or something? Are dreams really part of what you think about, what you want to happen? So conflicted in my mind. I have to go look up dreams in my Pysch textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT ONLY A RANDOM DREAM (NIGHTMARE) BUT ALSO VERY TROUBLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my selfish question... Am I wrong for telling people to throw their clothes in the garbage and start from scratch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to do it but I don't want people walking around looking busted. I understand some people have their days when they are in a rut BUT everyday is a NO NO. No excuses for that nonsense. What's your take on my dilemma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-7857174863206565584?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/7857174863206565584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=7857174863206565584&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7857174863206565584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/7857174863206565584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmares-of-fashion-police.html' title='Nightmares of the Fashion Police'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STa7OZ3ipJI/AAAAAAAAABo/gTyWswDn9-E/s72-c/fp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-4918370976060084974</id><published>2008-12-02T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:06:00.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys &quot;R&quot; Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STVV_ohb0OI/AAAAAAAAABg/HCrBkpmVc4c/s1600-h/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217090232176866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STVV_ohb0OI/AAAAAAAAABg/HCrBkpmVc4c/s400/toy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new commercials just aren't what they were when I was growing up. What happened to the theme song, "I don't want to grow up, I'm a Toys "R" Us kid".....so many memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every time I would hear this song I would tell my grandmother " Granny Lynn, I want to grow up, I want to be a teacher", she remembers that till this day and smiles every time.  Funny thing is, after a lot of searching I'm thinking of pursuing a career as an English professor. How about that!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you want to be growing up? Did you actually end up fulfilling your dream?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me wonder...time to melt another one...did any of you have expectations from your parents and extended family about what path you should pursue?  Was it just suggestions or did you feel backed into a corner at any time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hated this growing up. Everyone in my family was going to school for a career in the medical field, this seemed to be the only thing that would satisfy anyone.  When I changed my mind about being an obstetrician, talk about disappointing cards, phone calls, visits, you name it. Those were the times when Toys "R" Us theme song would have come in handy, not growing up would have totally been an option I would have considered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about this makes me think about how I actually began thinking about being an OB/GYN. When we were home in the summer time, my past times were sleeping and watching TLC's A Baby Story, are any of you fans of TLC? Anywho, watching this shows and my obsession with babies molded this thought in my head that I could actually go through with this, which I actually ended up dropping my first year in HS. Science is not my thing... learned that the heard way. The dream was fun while it lasted but finding out how much I really love to read and write in HS has helped me to shape my future goals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch out for my novel to hit stores in August, which August exactly, I'm not sure but when I publish a book I want it to come out right before schools opens so it could be added to their lists of books to read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay me and my drive to succeed! Are there any short or long term goals you want to see through whether it be about life, love etc.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-4918370976060084974?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/4918370976060084974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=4918370976060084974&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4918370976060084974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/4918370976060084974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-commercials-just-arent-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STVV_ohb0OI/AAAAAAAAABg/HCrBkpmVc4c/s72-c/toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5822902275268839082</id><published>2008-12-01T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:20:09.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Jealousy?</title><content type='html'>So my sister has been planning for her wedding and I think I've been getting jealous. Now don't get me wrong I'm super excited for her and I love to see her so happy but I can't help but think of my own wedding while we are talking about hers&lt;a href="http://www.weddingchannel.com/search/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20http:/www.weddingchannel.com/search/fashionSearch.action?poffset=1&amp;amp;pidx=325&amp;amp;eneQueryString=No%3D325%26325%26325%26Nr%3DAND%2528196%252c207%2529%26Nn%3D12%26Ns%3DTIER%257c1%257c%257cRANK%257c1%26N%3D0%26Nty%3D1&amp;amp;t=150&amp;amp;s=215&amp;amp;pageSize=1&amp;amp;poffset=1&amp;amp;pmode=med&amp;amp;extraRecFilter=196,207%20%20%20%20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe it's not jealousy just a longing for my own. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She mentions her dream dress, I start thinking about my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSFYdKmkyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uSgA2F-lDGU/s1600-h/w1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274987718750147362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSFYdKmkyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uSgA2F-lDGU/s320/w1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSGf0aeZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jda4b744d10/s1600-h/jh8814tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274988944761448210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSGf0aeZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jda4b744d10/s320/jh8814tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says she wants her wedding in the day outside, I start thinking about how much I want an evening wedding outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSH6IKb4TI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hj6aczUzPWA/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274990496251109682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSH6IKb4TI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hj6aczUzPWA/s200/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSIrWVIj_I/AAAAAAAAABI/A73bVFMhY0w/s1600-h/625734490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274991341867667442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSIrWVIj_I/AAAAAAAAABI/A73bVFMhY0w/s320/625734490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;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;She complains about her inability to make decisions about the fine details, I start thinking about all my fine details from the invitations to the favors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992605361614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSJ05NkL7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DFDeJntc8qk/s400/623367032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992602941746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSJ0wMn7uI/AAAAAAAAABY/GOlNz0p_f-s/s400/622452910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, is this natural? Is this jealousy or am I just excited for my own wedding? I feel bad about it? Should I mention it to her? &lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody HELP!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MM&lt;br /&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/8654136022948525635-5822902275268839082?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5822902275268839082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5822902275268839082&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5822902275268839082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5822902275268839082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-jealousy.html' title='Wedding Jealousy?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vEE5RcpmKYA/STSFYdKmkyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uSgA2F-lDGU/s72-c/w1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8273876254537136765</id><published>2008-12-01T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:14:48.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTB'/><title type='text'>What if it were you?</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was exciting and romantic and filled with frustrating tid bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting because it was the first weekend in a long time where I did not have to worry about school responsibilities. I actually got shirts on Black Friday that were of appropriate lenght instead of that hoochie mama stuff that everyone seems to be selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic because I actually saw a side of the hubby that I thought had gone with no return.  He took time to tell me how much I meant to him (weeping occured) after a relaxing walk to one of the best pizza shops in BK. The way to my heart is through my stomach, pizza is seriously one of the loves of my life. Whats your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the FTB you might be asking? There were plenty of them.  My brothers are my heart, they mean the world to me, but they know how to push my bottons.  They can be the most annoying thing you ever came across if you spend enough time with them throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday brought on a lot of close calls.  My old personality wanted to resurface with these folks talking out of order and acting out of place, like seriously are you kidding me with this?&lt;br /&gt;The biggest one of all, my favorite sweater tore and I thought I was going to hyperventilate. I spent so much money to have it ripped to shreds right before my eyes. Heart broken to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it happened to you? Your favorite garment torn? Your favorite shoe, with broken heels? OMG my white platform sandals with the cute gold buckle..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that you get attached to your material belongings, not healthy, but nevertheless true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, now thinking of it, am I the only one? Wait a minute, are you really ever the only one thinking about something? That's a thoughtsicle to melt down another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8273876254537136765?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8273876254537136765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8273876254537136765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8273876254537136765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8273876254537136765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-if-it-were-you.html' title='What if it were you?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8958718076153332766</id><published>2008-11-25T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:27:56.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housewives Reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deshawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><title type='text'>Lashes poppin', Lips bussin'</title><content type='html'>Did you catch the reunion? &lt;div&gt;Never thought I could like someone so much, someone that I did not even know.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Nene's playback was hilarious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*The short hair looks nice on her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Nene's outburst was priceless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Nene was in the right to bring up that "suspect" quote that Kim said about the chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Kim...I truly do feel sad for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*She can't sing,  I don't care when the CD is coming out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Horrible excuse about spelling cat K.A.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Are you kidding me with the statement "My wig was squeezing my brain", at a loss for  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what should follow that statement. Is that even possible? You are on national TV Kim, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*You can't say you had cancer then say three weeks later you found out you didn't.  Your &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mental faculties might just be messed up by your wig, let your head breathe, for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deshawn, such a sweetheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*That's right girl, you do have the right to NOT clean and cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Your passion shows in everything you say and do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Smart move staying CCC (cool, calm, and collected), those girls are looking up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa is the ultimate firecracker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*You flip her girl, flip her over that couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Loved the boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Not such a good peacemaker, as you clearly don't think highly of Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheree, you are a beautiful woman but I just don't like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Your clothing line needs the Botox Kim offered you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Get your head out of the clouds, you are not God's gift to fashion nor beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sixth Housewife...Dwight...so bold and beyond me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Two thumbs up on the acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Whoa, calling Kim's wig out again, that's like four times for the whole show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing comments: Kim hinted at a second season...can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meandering Memorandum&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/8654136022948525635-8958718076153332766?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8958718076153332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8958718076153332766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8958718076153332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8958718076153332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/11/lashes-poppin-lips-bussin.html' title='Lashes poppin&apos;, Lips bussin&apos;'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-5243699481485412417</id><published>2008-11-25T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:17:59.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the black text, I don't know how to change it right now but I'll figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-5243699481485412417?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/5243699481485412417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=5243699481485412417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5243699481485412417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/5243699481485412417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh!'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-3669190973260374924</id><published>2008-11-25T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:15:27.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><title type='text'>Are You Kidding Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;Everyone has their "thing" that they say when they are happy, sad, angry, excited, etc. Some say OMG &lt;whitney&gt;, others say WT...?, I think that one is funny, any who, my "thing" is Are you kidding me? I might add 'with this' or 'right now' at the end but basically you get my point so far. &lt;/whitney&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;I say this to everyone, all the time no matter what the circumstance.  I'm choosing to share this with you guys because of my last thoughtsicle.  I'm on the phone with an acquaintance and she invites my boyfriend and I to her Thanksgiving party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I explain to her my reasons for not being able to come, she quickly interjects with “So how long have you two been together anyway?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So nosey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tell her because oh gosh she can be a real and her reaction was an Are you kidding me? moment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;She asks “Oh wow, five years, so how’s the sex?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;Are you kidding me with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;What makes you think you can ask me that question?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="2" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;What makes you      think I’m sexually active?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;Are you kidding me      with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;So after I let her have it, two minutes straight, I decided to ask her why she would assume we are having sex. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The obvious answer… no one can be in a relationship for five years without having sex.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Glad to say that I am living proof that a healthy fear of HIM and respect for myself has kept me out of that boat. Yay me!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;This got me thinking, does everyone think I’m sexually active when I tell them how long I’ve been in a relationship? Yikes, that’s so not a good look for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;How about you guys, do you automatically think couples are doing the deed when you hear about the length of time they have invested in their relationship?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;SIDE NOTE: And if they aren’t doing the deed together, do you think they are getting their fix somewhere else, HEHE, trifling question I know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Until next time,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.5pt;color:black;"&gt;Meandering Memorandum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-3669190973260374924?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/3669190973260374924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=3669190973260374924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3669190973260374924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/3669190973260374924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are You Kidding Me?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654136022948525635.post-8270175445440777592</id><published>2008-11-21T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:28:33.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti- Woman Interaction Day'/><title type='text'>Why Am I Thinking About This...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I know I'm not the only one who stops mid thought to say "How did I start thinking about this again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of times a day I find myself doing this.  My mother says that I always had an over active imagination, from dreaming about butterfly dogs to planning extravagant weddings that I will never have, so sad :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Characterizing myself as a thinker, im always hopping from one thought cloud to the next, before I know it I don't even remember how I got on a particular subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therein lies the point to this blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get my thoughts out so I'll remember what I was thinking about and then I'll get the opinion and pov's of others about the bizarre things that enter this head of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes, my blogging journey begins late Monday night, the 24th of November. Yay me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I'm in the train coming home and I'm thinking about all the things that are scattered on my "plate" because I procrastinate to the umpteenth degree.  Knocked out of my thoughtiscle this rude woman with a cake face (too much make up) pushed me in a cart barely full.  Keeping my composure I started thinking about all the people that pissed me off today.  A woman cut me off and made me miss the train to school this morning.  The librarian had a !stinky! attitude and was subjected to a few chosen words, courtesy of yours truly. Then a girl in my group for a marketing project tells me some nonsense about her doing all the work, and I wanted to tell her her breath smelled like something foul but I kept it to myself because she was being nasty to me. Maybe she'll think twice next time.  But before I forget what I was saying (case in point), women today have not been on my good side.  I come home and my mother has an attitude to top all atiitudes , today is offically Anti- Woman Interaction Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Have you ever had a day where everyone was just waiting in line to put their John Hancock on your naughty list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at TV and I just heard Nikki Parker "Hey Professor Oglevee"...memories, lol..anyways she says to Kim "Third times a charm", do any of you think there's any truth to that statement? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meandering Memorandum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654136022948525635-8270175445440777592?l=meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/8270175445440777592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654136022948525635&amp;postID=8270175445440777592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8270175445440777592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654136022948525635/posts/default/8270175445440777592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meanderingmemorandum.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-am-i-thinking-about-this.html' title='Why Am I Thinking About This...?'/><author><name>CC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078667016613396406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrQFXrzjms4/TWHTcHpSIMI/AAAAAAAAAME/9hkQ9G9yuWM/s220/DSC01517.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
