<?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-4730641882446005764</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:53:40.941-05:00</updated><category term='grammar'/><category term='buju banton'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dating'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='crush'/><title type='text'>What does this world have in store for me?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-6532865282626535426</id><published>2010-08-16T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:05:18.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Hello to my 3 faithful readers!  I know it's been well over a year since I've been here.  Well actually, not so much- see I have a Wedding Blog that I tried to keep up with, but now the wedding is over, I'm a married woman, and I came back here and read through all of my old blogs.  Wow, what a wonderful way to reminisce about past relationships, ups, downs, and all that in between.  I have had some crazy situations, which I'm so glad I put to words, because reading them back, it's as if they just happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm married and have a stable and healthy relationship with the LOML.  Now I'm not saying we are perfect, because we have our drama and issues like everybody else.  But we both want the relationship.  I've never known a man that wants to be in a committed and honest relationship and works on bettering themselves constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking about starting my blogging back up, but of course the focus has to change.  Let me think about it and get back at 'cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-6532865282626535426?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6532865282626535426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=6532865282626535426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6532865282626535426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6532865282626535426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-1194300419843141880</id><published>2009-07-30T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:47:55.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New "All things Wedding Blog ALERT!"</title><content type='html'>I created a separate blog: &lt;a href="http://lusweddingspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lusweddingspot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to talk about the pains and joys of wedding planning.  Figured it would be safer in it's own section this way if family or co workers, or his friends or family get to it I won't have to explain guy #2, Mr. Pussy, the jamaican, etc!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow it!  peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-1194300419843141880?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1194300419843141880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=1194300419843141880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1194300419843141880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1194300419843141880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-all-things-wedding-blog-alert.html' title='New &quot;All things Wedding Blog ALERT!&quot;'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-3681685795516968938</id><published>2009-07-22T20:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:50:03.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>So I've been gone away for a long time, and a lot has happened. I've been browsing through all of my old posts, laughing at the memories. Where do I start, let's see....uhhh I'm ENGAGED!!!!!!!! :) The LOML finally got his act right, and realized he couldn't live without me (insert laugh here) and moved me and the kid to Kentucky to live with him about 3 months ago. Notice I said 3 months ago!!!! Remember &lt;a href="http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-month-curse.html"&gt;the 3 month curse &lt;/a&gt;I have (HAD). We are doing really good, although it was a little bumpy at first. We are planning on a late June early July 2010 wedding and I'm so nervous and excited. Here's where I am trying to convince him to have the wedding, isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme-y679grI/AAAAAAAAABA/msNR8rfTCAs/s1600-h/weddingBeach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361463663431353010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme-y679grI/AAAAAAAAABA/msNR8rfTCAs/s400/weddingBeach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby P'tron was born- but was a big ole fat girl! She's so cute and around the same time my little sister (the one I talked about using &lt;a href="http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/02/15-and-on-drugs.html"&gt;drugs at 15&lt;/a&gt;) had a little adorable girl also. I'm feeling all maternal again, getting soft for babies- but NO BABY FOR US right now! Here's the little munchkin that has my heart right now though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme493vr5zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvm8sB1NpI8/s1600-h/DSCF0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361457254483355442" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme493vr5zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvm8sB1NpI8/s400/DSCF0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, I moved to Kentucky almost 3 months ago. We got a house in a really nice subdevelopment and it's been fun (and pain) decorating. Below's the front of the house w/my daughter and her poodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme4sSQPzjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fHpFBCqclKI/s1600-h/DSCF0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361456952361602610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme4sSQPzjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fHpFBCqclKI/s400/DSCF0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. I have a lot more to gossip about, but I'm tired and about to go to sleep for the night. I am thinking about starting a sister blog, that will be dedicated to all things wedding related. I don't think it would be a good idea to do that here, considering all the "other" talk I've had- but I'll decide soon enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-3681685795516968938?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3681685795516968938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=3681685795516968938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/3681685795516968938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/3681685795516968938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAACK!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/Sme-y679grI/AAAAAAAAABA/msNR8rfTCAs/s72-c/weddingBeach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8133558137384798618</id><published>2009-07-09T09:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:06:18.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you still friends with your ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;original publish date: 7/26/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to get this off my chest real quick. I'm going to go about this in more detail in my alter-ego blog but I don't have enough time to compose that so I'm going to ramble here for a minute.I've been IMing my BFF because this past week I've had 2 ex's contact me, "just to see how I'm doing". She has 2 ex's both of whom are engaged to other women, but still want to be friends with her. Now these aren't fly by night relationships. Not casual acquaintances, but actual long term relationship.When is it NOT appropriate to be friends with an ex. Would you be OK communicating regularly with someone you thought was your soul mate? Or once it's over, it's over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8133558137384798618?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8133558137384798618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8133558137384798618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8133558137384798618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8133558137384798618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-still-friends-with-your-ex.html' title='Are you still friends with your ex'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-9107908089988699376</id><published>2009-07-09T09:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:05:48.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Beauty in the eye of the beholder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;original publish date: 7/31/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more important to you when choosing a mate? Is it their physical appearance? Or something else?If I could define what I'm attracted to physically it would be a man taller than me (I'm 5'9"), at least 210 lbs, dark smooth skin, and a full beard is a plus. Now I've dated way outside of this, but I tend to fall so weak for a man that fits my physical desire- regardless to how bad he is for me overall.I figured as I got older, this wouldn't be so much of an issue. I've matured in so many ways, but this is one that has stuck with me and won't go away! I really hope I haven't passed my knight is shining armor by because I dropped him because he didn't fit my physical criteria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-9107908089988699376?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9107908089988699376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=9107908089988699376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/9107908089988699376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/9107908089988699376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-beauty-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Is Beauty in the eye of the beholder?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8927939417871668402</id><published>2009-07-09T09:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:05:14.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day that begins with Starbuck's (but OF COURSE!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;original publish date: 8/24/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Starbuck's-aholic! I'll be the first to admit that. I gladly "waste" $3.35 every morning to enjoy my grande, 180 degree, no fat, no foam latte! But the "regulars" such as myself know that it isn't just coffee. They know that the Starbuck's regulars all share something in common. We bond. We become friendly. It's just the Starbuck's way. In my alter ego blog, I mentioned how I switched cafe's, and I've been going to this newer one for at while now. There's a crew of motorcycle cops that are there every morning. But this morning was so funny that I had to share it. I did my usual, placed my order, smiled at the cashier, got my latte (for FREE - being a regular does have its perks). I walk out of the door, and wait to cross the street when I hear a voice behind me say "'Scuse me ma'am, do you need help crossing the street?" I look behind me and it's one of the cops. So I smile, and say "Well if you are offering to help, I'll accept the offer. This cops runs up to me, grasps me (very tightly) and I say "UH, are you going to STOP traffic?" (There were ON COMING CARS which was why I was waiting to cross). He says "For you? ANYTHING!” and he starts to cross the street, with ME attached to him. I was so tickled. Now of course there was only about 2 cars coming, but still, he made it look as though he was my bodyguard rushing me through a sea of paparazzi. He gets me to my truck, opens the door, and says “A beautiful woman like you will make me smile all day long” AWWWWWEEEE!!!!!! That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I know who paid for my latte, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8927939417871668402?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8927939417871668402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8927939417871668402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8927939417871668402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8927939417871668402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-that-begins-with-starbucks.html' title='Another day that begins with Starbuck&apos;s (but OF COURSE!)'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-675382274342817739</id><published>2009-07-09T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:06:46.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Siggys, and those who take them personally</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;original publish date: 6/20/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text, ALOT! So I decided that I would start putting signatures at the end of my messages. Although, everyone I text would get them, they would usually be directed towards someone in particular, a "hidden" message if you would.It's so funny to read some of the responses from my signatures. I've had stuff like 2k7 = Chg, ItsABTMENotU, GravityGoAway!. But I've also had positive tags like "LiveLifeLove" and...well that's the only positive one I can think of right now but there's been a couple positive messages. But one person takes each and every signature very personally. I mean EVERY TIME I change it, they have questions. Guilty conscious? Maybe if he'd treated me better when he had me, he wouldn't be worried about what I'm trying to say. Besides, if he knows me like he swears he does, he'd know that I've already said all I'm GOING to say to him.Another knows exactly when I'm talking to him, but he gets the message confused sometimes and if I have to EXPLAIN it, all the fun is taken out of it.And my girls LOVE IT! They always call me cracking up, because THEY GET IT! But of course they do- they are my girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-675382274342817739?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/675382274342817739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=675382274342817739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/675382274342817739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/675382274342817739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/text-siggys-and-those-who-take-them.html' title='Text Siggys, and those who take them personally'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-130923255850372601</id><published>2009-07-09T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:07:41.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;original publish date: 6/4/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those annoyingly obnoxious people that just don't seem to get the point. I sent a text message to a friend to see if he was going walking today. Here's the conversation:Me: You walking 2dayHim: yesMe: I'm going to join you..time?Him: 5:30Me: Nvr mind, won't b off work til aftr 6..maybe next timeHim: We can still do it...Only if u r wearin stilettos while walkin it out...sho me suminMe: uhhhh, huh? Well it's abt 2 rain nowHim: U do dat...And I will make it rain fo sho on u Ms. "I luv *$s!!!" now wut u kno bout dat**At this point I realize he's MISINTERPRETED my current signature line which reads "I luv *$s!!"...and means I LUV STARBUCKS. I have no idea what he THINKS it means**Me: WTF? OKHim: I will make it rain...oh so now u dumb huh? Boo boo da foolMe: Me dumb, no...but u are talkin crazinessHim: Tell me u don't know what makin it rain means...Ask a black man around u what dat means. he'll tell uMe: I meant LITERALLY....It's about to rain dudeHim: No shyt einstine**I don't respond**Him: what da hell..u would think I know that. I'm a mailman**I don't respond**Him: U R a genius**I don't respond**Him: But**I don't respond**Him: I love u...I doMe: OK **insert name here**Him: I hope u r laughinMe: I'm not**He calls.... I hit Ignore.Me: bzy ttylHim:Well I was jokin w/u**I don't respond**Him: Hav a good one at work ok...X's &amp;amp; O'sPlease tell me how he turned this conversation sexual. And why keep playing into it when u see I'm not responding to you. Are you that dayum obnoxious that you can't tell when you are annoying someone? I asked you if you were walking, and I've never gave you the impression that I was even slightly into you or attracted to you.SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-130923255850372601?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/130923255850372601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=130923255850372601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/130923255850372601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/130923255850372601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-they-come-from.html' title='Where do they come from?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8098105369223075051</id><published>2008-05-09T11:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:03:30.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><title type='text'>You big DUMMY!</title><content type='html'>Now I am NOT the most grammatically correct person in the world, and I can admit that.  It's especially hard when you are typing (and type as fast as I do) and working, and talking on the phone all at the same time.  But one can normally tell when you just made a typo and when you are clearly on the verge of ignorance...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the point of this post: my high school has an alumni website where you can join, create a profile, and communicate with former classmates.  It's actually a wonderful idea and has been all positive, thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm being my nosey self and looking at random pages, and I come across some of the saddest posts.  If you need a laugh for today, read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"HEY ! YAW IM 33 AND FEELING IT , I HAVE TWO GIRLS NOW AT THE AGE OF 17 AND 11 AND BASICALLY TRYING TO MAKE , OTHERWISE IM GOOD!! OH YEAH BIG UPS TO ALL MY &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HATTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Oh yeah, well big up to you retarded clown! What's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hat-&lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"GIRL WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOU FOUND DRIC , THATS O.K I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HOLLARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; AT HIM L.O.L"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Same chick from above, does this say anything about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"loo said &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;her and pam is going with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt; today is loo birthday!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Yeah, her again and she's still STUPID and I would HAT (hey that's how SHE spelled it, right?) to converSATE with her (insert straight face here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  And I bet her name is LU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"i have &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;for children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and i am a auditor at the renaissance hotel"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;?  I'm just saying though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand with all the Black Friday deals, Bundle packages, and Rebate checks, more and more people are able to get computers and now log into the Internet. But we've GOTTA do better &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;PEOPLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8098105369223075051?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8098105369223075051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8098105369223075051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8098105369223075051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8098105369223075051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-big-dummy.html' title='You big DUMMY!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-4695376281630122327</id><published>2008-04-30T11:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:26:38.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the 26 year old</title><content type='html'>The story of the 26 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to when I was 26.  I had just had a pivotal moment in my life.  I had just crossed the threshold from being a carefree, energetic, spontaneous bachelorette to being a settled down career woman and mother.  In all honesty, the motherhood slowed me down.  Had that not happened I probably would have kicked it hard until I turned 30.  At 26, I would have not dreamed of giving a 26 year old guy the time of day.  It just wouldn't happen.  I've been notorious for dating older men.  The smallest age gap has been 2 years and the biggest has been 20.  The only exception to that is the LOML who is 2 years YOUNGER than me.  &lt;br /&gt;So there’s this 26 year old that had been trying to take me out for a while.  Now, I haven’t had the best of luck in the dating world, so I figured it would be cool to just hang out with him.  We started talking every now and then, going to the movies, just having a very harmless friendship- I mean he’s 26 and I’m 31 for goodness sake!  Well somewhere in between the casual dinners and movies we started having sex.  Now I’m blurry on the why’s and how’s of how it started, all I am clear on is this guy completely surprised me!  I mean, ok- stamina taken out of the picture (he's 26, he SHOULD have stamina) but even without that, the sex is absolutely mindblowing.  I’m really glad that I started working out 3 times a week back in February, because I think without that I could not handle this dude.  I mean he twists and turns me in all kinds of positions, he has a huge di*k (Almost bigger than the LOML- ALMOST), he has a crazy stroke.  I mean the boy is bad!  But he’s 26.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t date a 26 year old.  It just isn't natural, is it?  I mean, he’s 26.  I’m 31.  I'm a business woman, a mother, I'm a “Grown Woman” as Mary J. would say.  He's IMHO just now reaching the point where he should be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; to settle down.  I've been settled for years now.  He teases me and tells me that I need to loosen up a little, but to me he’s too lax.  It wouldn't work, would it?  Well, the sex is great, that I can’t take away from him.  But he’s 26.&lt;br /&gt;If I DID decide to start dating him, does that mean that I'm a cougar ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-4695376281630122327?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4695376281630122327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=4695376281630122327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4695376281630122327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4695376281630122327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-of-26-year-old.html' title='The story of the 26 year old'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-1152418480857385426</id><published>2008-04-25T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:49:13.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>I keep having this very weird dream.  I've been having it for as long as I can remember, but it's starting to change, and is getting even more weird.  It's even becoming a part of my daydreams and I'm starting to worry a little.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago, I was probably no more than 5 years old; I was over my aunts’ house visiting.  I was outside playing, and was running up and down the street.  I remember running, while turning my head back and forth (making myself very dizzy- don't ask me why).  I remember running directly into a utility pole which was right in front of my aunts’ house.  I remember getting to her front door- but that's it.  The next thing I knew, I woke up with a big ass bump on my head.  &lt;br /&gt;So the dream- In my dream, I actually never woke up.  I had been in a coma for years!  So everything that has happened to me has actually been a part of my dreams while in this coma.  Going to college, all the drama, all the bad relationships, my child, and my friends were all a figment of my imagination.  In the dream I finally wake up (as a 20 something year old- YAAAAY dream!) and get to basically start life (over).  This was GREAT at first until I realize that I don’t have my child- who is the center of my universe.  I also don't have my degree or my great career.  So the dream becomes a nightmare because life as I "thought" I knew it doesn't really exist.&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the twist:  The more recent dreams are still the same, except HE's a part of it now.  The LOML (love of my life)!  Of course, because I'd been dreaming, he's not really the love of my life and I don't actually know him at all.  This is just another blow to me when I wake up.  But apparently (in my dream) he does ACTUALLY exist!  And HE'S been in a coma for years as well!  AND his coma came around the same time as mine!  AND- he wakes up around the same time as I do! AND- he dreamed about me as well.  So someone somewhere finds out about us and decides to get us together to meet.  And we fall in love, and marry, and live the rest of our lives together.  And the greatest part is that I get my child back...The beautiful baby that I dreamed I had while I was in the coma, I actually have while I'm with him.  She's the EXACT same child from her looks to her mannerisms.  The only difference is her father is who it SHOULD BE!  WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-1152418480857385426?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1152418480857385426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=1152418480857385426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1152418480857385426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1152418480857385426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-6697702384027009038</id><published>2008-04-21T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:12:01.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's living the life that should have been mine</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling?  You see someone living the life that should be yours.  You see someone benefiting from the blood, sweat, and tears that you put into someone else to get them right.  Reality is hitting me hard this morning.  I have an ex, he's actually my 1st real relationship (as much bullshit as it was, it was my 1st).  He and I had a lot of issues, most steaming from the fact that we were young and trying to live our college lives while having this long distance relationship.  We were together for 3 years then had this gray area for about 1 year.  During the gray area time, I met and fell in love with the man that I know I'm meant to be with (whether that happens or not is another story).  My ex tried and tried for a while to get us back.  But my heart, my head and my loyalty had moved towards the LOML and all the pain that I went through with the ex wasn’t worth me going back.  So he eventually moved on and is now engaged to one of the women that he cheated on me with.  I found out he was with her a couple of years ago and also found out that they had been an on/off item for years (including the time he and I were together and the time he was trying to get me back).  I also found out that she had no idea I was in the picture so I don’t have any bitterness towards her and in a way I ‘m glad that they have found what it takes to commit and become a family.  But this competitive spirit I have inside of me is roaring mad!  I mean, come on- how does the bad guy end up on top?  How is it that she is able to have what I had been trying to get for years?  It’s not fair!  He should be miserable and unhappy and still uncertain about life!  I mean, he cheated on me over and over again.  He had 3, count them- 3 accused pregnancies during our time together, and the 3rd was his (mind you the 1st accusation was by the girl he is now engaged to).  So I know I did the right thing by me to leave him for good.  I know that I would never be happy with him, because I know what he is capable of, and the damage was done so long ago.  &lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I was over my cousins house, and we were talking about him and his upcoming nuptials, and my cousin says “Awe, he’s getting married!” then looks to me and says “Poor thing” as if to say I lost my chance and I fucked up.  Well I say “He is marrying a woman that he cheated on me with.  I left him because he constantly cheated on me.  How am I the poor thing?”  I swear I can’t win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-6697702384027009038?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6697702384027009038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=6697702384027009038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6697702384027009038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6697702384027009038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-living-life-that-should-have-been.html' title='She&apos;s living the life that should have been mine'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8399294142347883034</id><published>2008-03-27T08:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:49:51.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU AIN'T GOTTA LIE- CRAIG!</title><content type='html'>That is my all time favorite quote from a movie?  Why? Because it’s the words right out of my mouth.  I believe that if you truly respect a person, you will not lie to that person.  For no other reason that pure respect- you don’t lie.  Cleveland has the sorriest pool of men I’ve EVER seen!  I mean they lie, cheat, and then make you look like the dayum fool.  They try to make you feel like you did something wrong when you know in your heart of hearts you’ve been upfront and honest from the start.  So what’s my drama of the moment you ask?  Let me fill you in.  I’ve been talking about Mr. Pussy for a little over a year now.  And things haven’t changed much from where they were last time I mentioned him, and that means we never officially started a relationship.  We still hang out, he still lives up to his name, but that’s about it.  So I’d say around Nov/Dec I got a random phone call one night from a girl asking me if I’m “seeing Mr. Pussy?”  She goes on to ask if I knew he had a girlfriend.  I say “If you are his girl, then why are you calling me asking if I’m seeing him”.  So she hangs up the phone, I question him on it and of course he plays the stupid role.  I brush it off, but tell him that I don’t appreciate shit like that and to please keep his groupies at bay.  I tell him that if he IS dating anyone I need full disclosure.  He swears he’s not and then we move on.  So one day I’m browsing Myspace and decide to check out his page.  I see a pic of him and a girl (he’s a que she’s an aka) and the pic is titled “The woman and I”.  So I send an email to him and ask him about it and he again brushes it off, tries the double talk, etc.  Now because we aren’t in a relationship, I can’t question him on anything, and I am cool with that.  But I do expect FULL DISCLOSURE.  And I also expect honest answers.  So now I’m cautious.  I’m paying a little more attention to detail.  I’m debating on just pulling the switch on this whole thing or waiting to see what happens.  Everytime we hook up or are talking, I ask him about the girlfriend and he swears there’s no other.  But he’s lying.  I finally had enough circumstantial evidence to suggest that he is indeed involved with this Myspace girl.  But since I already know I’m not getting any answers from him, I send her a message.  I’m very polite, and explain my situation with Mr. Pussy to her.  I ask her if she’s in a relationship with him because I can’t deal with lies and drama.  She confirms their status and asks me a few questions.  I tell her what’s been going on with with us for the past year and tell her that I’m done with it but I just needed verification and I apologized for bothering her.  So that’s where it ends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my messages this morning, and I notice from the last message she sent yesterday that her picture has changed.  So I decide to click and view her profile and this is what I see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/R-uXOsNHOHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sgNmqrvw0r8/s1600-h/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/R-uXOsNHOHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sgNmqrvw0r8/s400/stupid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182402074860009586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess he gave her the same bull he gave me and she’s decided to take his word for it, which is fine.  He’s your man and you should believe your man, right?  I also guess that’s a big “FUCK YOU!” to me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I can say is that I did what I felt was right.  I’m NOT letting a man play with my emotions or break my stride- so I’m better off and I wish them well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8399294142347883034?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8399294142347883034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8399294142347883034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8399294142347883034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8399294142347883034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-aint-gotta-lie-craig.html' title='YOU AIN&apos;T GOTTA LIE- CRAIG!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUdThrR-tp8/R-uXOsNHOHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sgNmqrvw0r8/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-5497091846694406711</id><published>2008-03-05T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:22:47.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why lie?</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.  I really don't understand.  We are adults.  We all have feelings.  We all want respect.  So why lie?  Why say you aren't involved with anyone but you really are?  Why involve me in that mess of a drama that is bound to follow behind your lie?  Why why why?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be with me, take me around your family and friends?  Why make plans to be with me for ever and make those same plans with someone else?  Why lead me on for weeks, months, hell years knowing that your heart isn't true and your words are fake?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good person.  I'm straight forth.  I'm caring and understanding. I'm also very clear on where I stand- if you have someone, we can be friends.  There's no hard feelings at all.  But please don't get me caught up in a blind 3way.  Please don't do that to me, because I don't deserve it.  I don't want midnite anonomous phone calls from women trying to find out why their man has all of a sudden become distant so she's decided to go through his cell phone.  I don't want someone knocking at my door with a child on thier hips whose eyes resemble yours.  I don't want to think you are the one- and my search is finally over; only to  find out there's another woman thinking the same thing about you.  That's so cruel and you are a cruel person to do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I become bitter!  But can you really blame me?  I mean I was honest with you from the start and I told you where I stood on this issue.  So how are you now shocked because the bit*h has been stirred up?  You bastard grow up and be a man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-5497091846694406711?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5497091846694406711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=5497091846694406711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5497091846694406711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5497091846694406711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-lie.html' title='Why lie?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-4981385848725146939</id><published>2008-02-11T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:40:45.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts- round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;So where’s guy #2?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so heavy right now.  I haven't written about guy #2 in a while, and it isn't because we haven't been in contact.  I was going to leave him and his business out of this, but this is reality and his reality has intertwined into mine.  He's gone away- for 3 or 4 years (or something crazy like that).  He finally confessed to me the reason he was acting like Cybil all last summer and it was because he knew he'd eventually be locked up.  I guess getting involved would be a mute point, because it would be short lived.  I was sad when he first told me he would be going away; he's a great guy who chose a screwed up path.  But that's the breaks.  I continued to do my thing and gave him his space to do what ever he was going to do until Dday.  He called me that morning he was turning himself in to tell me he would really miss me, and I said the same, he said he'd write me and that was it.  So today I decide to look at the Ohio Inmates search and pulled up his sheet.  That's when it hit.  That's when I became affected.  It's so sad.  He looks lifeless.  Nothing like the man I adored.  Nothing like the person I was getting to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Old Friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduated from High School, I was pretty much a loner.  My clique broke up in 93 (over some stupid high school stuff) and my last few years I decided to roll solo.  It was cool, because my crew actually all ended up dropping out, except for one girl who transferred.  So I went to college and had no ties to my former life.  My college buddies became my life long friends and I really don't think back about the high school times.&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I've ran into 3 of my high school classmates, just on a humble.  One of those three was my absolute best friend (the one who transferred).  It's brought up some serious emotions, especially when I ran into my best friend.  She's still the same chick as real as can be.  She told me she was in contact with the other 2 girls we hung with for a minute.  But just to see her made me nostalgic.  We had so much fun back in the day.  We got into SO MUCH TROUBLE back in the day.  We were 5 honor students (4 girls and 1 boy) and we used to get into so much stuff.  We caused mini riots, we fought constantly, and we were always causing disruption in class.  You would have never thought we were all carrying GPA's above 3.5.  Makes you wonder why 3 of them dropped out, huh?  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;How was Buju?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WONDERFUL! Thanks for asking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My family is kind of upset though because I didn’t go and visit anyone while I was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I was really only there for 1 day and I was TIRED!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I slept half the day and well- it doesn’t matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t call or visit anybody but the family I was staying with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went with one intention- to see my man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he was so darn HIGH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was comical how twisted he was onstage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Collie Budz is a fine ass man!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Wayne Wonder is a smooth dude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I peeped the band though, so I chose to focus on Buju (I KNOW HE’S MARRIED TOO BUT HE’S STILL MY MAN)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAIrgErn_Yk"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAIrgErn_Yk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby P’tron&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother (actually my cousin) is expecting his fourth child!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His wife really didn’t want anymore kids so she went to the dr. to get an I.U.D. and the doc informed her that she couldn’t get the birth control because she’s preggo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She cried and cried for days then found out she’s 2.5 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Um, well she’s kicked it HARD over the past month (I know cuz I’ve been with her) and she was drinking Patron like it was water….So I told her I hope it’s a boy because I will be calling him P’TRON!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Soldier Boy effect on my daughter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, just see for yourself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was when she was LEARNING the dance:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3AsXdj2gR4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3AsXdj2gR4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW (she’s PERFECTED it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR8pBhTad4A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR8pBhTad4A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-4981385848725146939?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4981385848725146939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=4981385848725146939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4981385848725146939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4981385848725146939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thoughts-round-2.html' title='Random thoughts- round 2'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-586453632494142843</id><published>2008-01-16T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:06:28.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Accepting Applications for new friends</title><content type='html'>minimal requirements:  not into drama, would never mess with anyone I've ever dealt with (NO EXCEPTIONS), hard worker, loves REGGAE, accepts and returns brutal honesty, willing to party like a rockstar every now and then but doesn't LIVE to party, family oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to meet some new friends.  I have NO ONE that I can kick it with.  I mean real deal, let's kick it!  I have tickets to a BIG reggae concert in Chicago next weekend.  I have 1 girl that is into reggae like me- so I just KNEW she'd be down.  I call her and tell her "free tickets to Buju, Wayne Wonder, ETC...and her response (just like mine) was HELLLL YEAAAH I'm down.  Her exact words.  She said "OH, I'm gonna make a way to go to that!"  So it's on!  We are  goin to the concert next weekend, right?  WRONG!  HEFFA backs out on me last nite.  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it makes it easier on me cuz now I don't have to rush back to Cleveland, I can stay the whole weekend.  BUT Dammit!  Why is it that my girls don't kick it like that?  I mean I know chicks that posse up and do cruises, casino trips, tropical vacations.  Why can't my girls do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it ain't gonna stop my flow.  Child care arrangements have been made, flight will be booked today- BUJU I'm on my way!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-586453632494142843?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/586453632494142843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=586453632494142843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/586453632494142843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/586453632494142843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-accepting-applications-for-new.html' title='Now Accepting Applications for new friends'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-416343520431350553</id><published>2008-01-15T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:43:52.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buju banton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He doesn't know my dayum name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met a gorgeous Jamaican last month.  This man is so right in so many ways.  We've hung out a couple of times, we talk almost daily and I noticed that he calls me baby but don't remember him using my name. So we were talking last night about last names.  I had just told him mine about 1/2 hr before, and he asked me again.  So I'm like "I just told you!  Why don't you remember?  Do you remember my 1st name?"  And he got this perplexed look on his face.  I'm like "OH HELL NO!  YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWALLOW! Will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you are talking to someone who seems to have a mouthful of saliva at all times?  And it looks like it's packed up in the corners of their mouth.  Makes me wanna say "WILL YOU SWALLOW ALREADY?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must have been doing a whole lotta channeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz about 1 hour after my last post about my obsession with Gargamel (Buju Banton) I got a vm from my cousin/sister/bf in Chicago.  She'd said how she came across FREE tickets to see Buju, Wayne Wonder, Collie Buddz, etc next Thursday.  She was seeing if I wanted to go....UHHH HELLLLLLLLLLLL YES!  He's been so heavy on my mind lately.  I just knew that phone call was the start of my destiny being laid out for me until-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S MARRIED!  WITH 8 KIDS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who has 8 kids now a days?  This weekend, I'm telling the Jamaican about my come up on the Gargamel tickets.  I also spill the beans about my infatuation with the man (because the Jamaican wanted to come so I told him that it wouldn't be right- I'd be lusting and acting a fool and can't do that with him sitting there looking at me).  Then a commercial for Celebrity Apprentice comes on and Lennox Lewis flashes across the screen and I giggle.  He says "I know you don't have a thing for him too?" and I say "No, he's married.  I don't lust over married men"  So why does he feel the need to say to me "Well, you don't know that Buju's married?"  I wanted to CRY.  I say "NOOOOO! he can't be!"  He tells me to look it up.  I search the Internet for any reference to my future husband and a current wife....I find 1 article.  I read the entire (LONG ASS) article and the very last paragraph mentions how he lives in Jamaica with his wife and 8 children.  Now the article was written in '03, so my immediate thought is "he could be divorced now" but it's then replaced with "EIGHT KIDS!!!! I can't EVEN!"  So the Jamaican says that there's no need to lust over anyone but him now- he's not married and right here in Cleveland and available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My cousin was actually mad because I told her I couldn't help out with her surprise birthday party for HER HUSBAND.  I had to call her and talk to her and we straightened it all out, but THE NERVE!  sigh- If she wasn't something like the big sister I never wanted I would have had to kick her to the curb, but I love her too much for that- so I'm going to help out at the party, clean up afterwards, and keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's BAAACK, well sort-of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been battling this fight with him for years.  I lost in '06 and went back to him, but we ended the relationship at the end of that year.  I PROMISED myself that was the end.  I said I was through, and there was no going back....ever ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm holding true to that, but he's making it so hard.  I made sure he couldn't contact me so instead he started going through my bff.  Eventually lines of communication between us opened back up, and we are on speaking terms again.  He says he needs to see me, he wants to talk to me face to face.  I've been standing firm since August, but he's wearing me down.  I'm getting weak...help me!  I've said that if he makes the effort, I won't knock him...but I'll be dayum if I stick my neck out there again.  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-416343520431350553?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/416343520431350553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=416343520431350553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/416343520431350553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/416343520431350553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-2011087481930404606</id><published>2008-01-11T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:36:25.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I get so turned on from just looking at him</title><content type='html'>He's tall and skinny- the one thing I dislike in a man.  I like my men big....  I want to feel secure and comfortable.  And I get this feeling from a man that's taller than me and with a frame bigger than me.  But this man, every time I see him I am floored,  I freeze,  I cheese, I gaze.  It's unbelieveable that I want this man so much but I've never meet him.  I am actually scared to meet him because I'm scared of what would happen.  I am sure I would loose all morals, values, and standards just to satisfy this craving I've had for him since I was a teenager.  Who is this man you say?  Who has me so strung out that I can't function even by just hearing his name (I get moist from hearing the name alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, My crush Mr. Buju Banton (check out the 30 second mark- I'll go and faint now):&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9N95dyYGnI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9N95dyYGnI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-2011087481930404606?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2011087481930404606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=2011087481930404606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2011087481930404606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2011087481930404606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-get-so-turned-on-from-just-looking-at.html' title='I get so turned on from just looking at him'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8096239900541150262</id><published>2008-01-10T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:06:43.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's not my family!</title><content type='html'>I got a quickie!  My cousin is planning her husband a huge surprise 40th birthday party.  I think it's a great idea.  However, she has refused to ask for help from his family.  Instead she has been asking our family members to do certain things.  Now I like him, I have to put that out there first.  He's a great guy, but how are you going to ask your side of the family to bring dishes, and just allow his side to "just show up".  That's some bull that I'm not feeling.  And he's said on more than one occasion how we are "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insert wife's name here family&lt;/span&gt;, not his.”  So shouldn’t his wife be going to HIS family asking for contributions?  Or am I missing something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8096239900541150262?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8096239900541150262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8096239900541150262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8096239900541150262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8096239900541150262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-not-my-family.html' title='He&apos;s not my family!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-601631165006949862</id><published>2008-01-10T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:54:46.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, she hit the nail dire-Ctly on the head</title><content type='html'>I got this from Serena Williams website (she blogs there) but its so much on point that I had to repost it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You just start dating a guy. He likes you, you like him. You guys want to spend every second together.  When you are not with him you are talking to him on the phone. You have deep feelings for him. The feelings keep developing. They keep growing. You begin to think this could be it. You begin to think I really think this is it for me..... You love being together. You can't stand being without each other. You start to feel like you have never felt before, and you do things for him you have never done before. He tells you he wants to be with you and only you. He tells you he adores you. He tells you u guys were meant for each other. You care for him. You are falling for him. You take things slow. You don't want to make any mistakes. You go slower with him than you have ever done before. You don't rush to introduce him to your friends, let alone anyone else. You want it to be right. You are feeling this and you feel this could mean something. He communicates with you. He thanks God you are in his life. You guys have fun together. You laugh together. He talks about being and becoming serious with you. He talks about his desire to love you one day. He talks about he can't imagine not being with you. You think he's falling in love with you. But you can't be 100% sure. You guys have not said that sacred 4 letter word that starts with an "L".  But you feel it deep deep in you. Deeper than you have in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask him "are we moving too fast"? He replies "We are just following our hearts." You start to trust him. Something you have not done since your first heart break. How long ago was that? You wonder. Trust is something you vowed you would never do again. But slowly your heart comes out of its steel enclosure. You feel like you can trust him. You feel as if everything you went though was for a reason. And the reason was to meet him. Days turns into weeks. And he tells you about the connection you guys have in each others hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks turns into months and you slowly start to wean the other guys in your life out. And than it happens. No not the "L" word. But what you have been most afraid of. What deep in your heart you have been afraid to confront. What you always suspected would happen one day sooner or later. HE STOPS CALLING. You panic. But you try to stay calm. He did this before when you first started talking, but u tried to forget it. You knew u should have not forgotten. But u tried to ignore it. He disappears for a week with no phone call.  No answer to yours no nothing. Finally you hear from him. You want to rage you want to scream you want to cry. But you can't help you heart from feeling a tad bit happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you begin to ask him what happened he stops you. He says "I need space". You cringe at these words. This is the very reason you begin to think why your heart was in that steel enclosure. The reason you don't put your emotions your feelings, your heart into it. Because one day it always turns in to this day. But you are already too far out you are at the point of no return, you can't come back. You can't believe, although a piece of you does believe it. Space. How many time have you heard this before? Space? Wasn’t you giving him enough? Space. Hummm you laugh because its so ridiculous. You laugh  because again u knew this day would come. Why did you not listen to that little voice inside your hear telling you to "watch out". "Be careful". You laugh only because tears won't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its not you, but u cant help but look at that man in the mirror. You can't help but pick yourself apart. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? And again and again you can't come up with the answer. Slowly as you try to focus on other things and think of other people you put you heart back into that steel case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears finally come and they make you feel a little better, but the pain is piercing through your soul. The pain never hurts as bad as the first time. . But all the same you can't help but feel hopeless, foolish. Your great chance to be with your soul mate has again somehow slipped and failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually you know you will pick yourself up. Eventually you know you will try again. And eventually you know you will find the keys to you heart, but also in the back of your mind you think.... Will it happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-601631165006949862?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/601631165006949862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=601631165006949862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/601631165006949862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/601631165006949862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-she-hit-nail-dire-ctly-on-head.html' title='Wow, she hit the nail dire-Ctly on the head'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-837572224227624477</id><published>2008-01-03T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:19:11.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maintenance Man</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one?  You know, the reliable man you call upon when you need a great night of passionate sex.  I read Michael Baisden's book several years ago, but at the time I didn't completely understand why this man would be needed.  I thought, as a woman, you can basically have any man you want to do anything you want.  So why get involved in this purely sexual encounter time after time knowing that it will not go anywhere.  Well, I hit 30 and realized that while guys came easy 7-8 years ago, that's not so much the case now.  Now, my standards have changed.  My needs, desires, and aspirations for a relationship are so different now, as my views on sex that if I continuously wait on "that one" I'll turn into a born again virgin (and I've done the celibacy thing already).  So if I have the Maintenance Man tune me up every now and then, this will allow me to explore dating with a whole new outlook.  I can lay out the ground rules up front- NO SEX for a determined amount of time to make sure that we match up on all levels.  It looks like my cut off point is 3 months, so I say no sex for 4 months while we date and have the Maintenance Man on call to relieve me.  Wonder if that would work for me?  Wonder if the guy I have in mind would agree to this delicate position?  hummmmm...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-837572224227624477?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/837572224227624477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=837572224227624477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/837572224227624477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/837572224227624477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/maintenance-man.html' title='The Maintenance Man'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-6413441619395705816</id><published>2007-12-18T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:33:54.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 month curse</title><content type='html'>I am cursed.  I know I am.  I don't know how this happened.  But I know it's so.  Here's the deal.  Let's start with "the breakup of 06"...Now technically that relationship lasted a lot longer than 3 months (try 7 or 8 years off and on) but our on for the last time was 3 months (give or take).  Things were going great.  What's better than rekindling a flame with your first love?  Especially after all that we went through with and without each other.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then something happened&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't say exactly what it was, but I felt it in my gut that something was wrong.  I know this man.  I know his ins, his outs, his ups and his downs.  So I KNEW there was something wrong.  I tried to not react (because I had nothing to react to, he was constantly telling me that he was cool and things were good between us).  Then, one weekend I don't hear from him.  Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but this particular weekend, I was dealing with my mother being in the hospital and needed someone to talk to- I needed to talk to my man.  I leave him messages and he doesn't return them.  This is totally out of his character.  He finally calls, days later and says the one thing I didn't need to hear "I don't want to be in a relationship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get over that.  I vent, I cry, I move on........Start seeing a new guy.  Actually, someone I knew over 10 years ago (strictly a friend at that time) but this time we decide to start seeing each other.  He's 38, never been married, no children, career driven.  I'm 29, single parent, career driven.  So we are good, for about 2 months.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then something happened.  &lt;/span&gt;We started bickering a little bit too often.  The routine we'd created changed.   The conversation got dry.  And into the 3rd month, he tells me that he doesn't know if he's ready for a family.  That pissed me off.  I made sure to keep him seperate from my daughter and we were only DATING.  So I moved on (and he called begging me back a couple months later saying how he made a big mistake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go again- about a month later I start interacting with Guy #2.  Now I just knew he was safe, because of the way I met him.  I knew that I wouldn't get involved with him.  We had similar music interests so I figured he'd be someone I could hang out with, NSA, and just have fun.  HA, yeah right- he ends up my point of fixation for about, oh say 3 MONTHS.  That's how long it took for me to realize that we were never supposed to go where we went, and i needed to back up real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to take a break and stop looking for this man that I think I'm ready for.  And while I'm chilling, someone unexpected comes along and we start this nice "thing".  It's undefinable for a while, but about 2 1/2 months ago, we decided to call it a relationship.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMTHING'S HAPPENING.  &lt;/span&gt;We've vibed so good for so long, but the vibe isn't right now.  The interaction is dry and blah.  I seriously starting to doubt that we will make it, but I don't want to give up.  I don't know if it's this curse or the fact that he's just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;We had a bad "disagreement" this weekend, and yesterday I told him that we needed to take some time apart to think about what it is we want, and if we are willing to give each other what it is we need.  I told him that the only way I could continue with him is if we can go back to where we were 2 1/2 months ago.  I don't like the place we are in and I'm not staying here.    I think I'm regreting the decision though.  I don't want to take time apart.  I want to talk to him.  I want to call him.  I want this b.s. to go away and I want us to get back right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sucks-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-6413441619395705816?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6413441619395705816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=6413441619395705816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6413441619395705816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6413441619395705816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-month-curse.html' title='The 3 month curse'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-7968490683061029885</id><published>2007-07-26T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:47:37.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over- DAMMIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to get this off my chest real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been IMing my BFF because this past week I've had 2 ex's contact me, just to see how I'm doing.  Now these 2 ex's, well - let me take them on one at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st ex wasn't that deep of a relationship, but he basically decided that he didn't want to be involved with someone with a child.  Ok, your lost.  I was PISSED, but got over it and moved on.  Now for the record I'm no tack head that got knocked up by some corner hustler.  I'm a very grown woman who was in a relationship with a man with a plan of eternity.  The plan didn't work, but we have a beautiful daughter that we raise in complete harmony.  We are co-parents, at its finest and it works for us.  So I was offended by this brothers move (because he was aware that I was a mother before beginning the relationship and he also had very limited access to my daughter).  But again- I couldn't hate him for his preferences.&lt;br /&gt;So why on gods green earth does he call me sunday, out of the blue.  We have a very general, very bland conversation for about 1 hour (again, trying not to SHOW that I was affected by his decision).  I get a text from him later that night saying that  he still cares about me and misses me.  Now, the FUCKER didn't even have the decency during our hour long conversation to once ask how my daughter is doing.  He ALSO didn't ask anything about my mother, who was dealing with breast cancer when I was with him.  Then he calls again several times monday- all calls get ignored.  He calls a couple times tuesday, and sends another text message (something like he wants to stick his tongue in my love hole &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:13.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\LUCRET~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to which I reply- U got issues)....So now the bitch has come out- in full mode.  I call him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's up?  Why are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Him:  just wanted to see how I'd been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: BULLSHIT, you did that sunday, then you send stupid ass messages- what's up? What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;**crickets**&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "you haven't called in months, why now?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well you haven't called me either"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "EXACTLY!  Months ago I wasn't good enough for me.  Months ago you didn't want to be in a relationship.  Months ago you didn't want to talk to me anymore, but now you have the nerve to just start calling and sending text messages as if nothing ever happened.  I talked to you sunday with no problem.  I endured your corny ass jokes, I even ignored the bullshit text sunday night.  But you've overstepped your bounds with this last message. Your a selfish asshole"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "O, so I'm an asshole. Ok, I won't call you anymore.  Is that what you want?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you have anything else to say?"&lt;br /&gt;**crickets**&lt;br /&gt;Convo ends. ........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today, the one guy that I just KNEW I was going to be with for the rest of my life (see all old posts about love and all that other bullshit), and ironically enough the guy who I was with before dude above sends an email today saying he just wanted to see how I'm doing and would love to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:13.5pt;height:13.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\LUCRET~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.gif" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/27.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mutha-fucka for why?  I'd already told him that the on again off again thing ended with the last round.  If we didn't work out, we needed to move on because it wasn't fair to keep going back and forth.  We didn't work, we've moved on.  He calls my BFF to find out how I'm doing.  What's up with that?  I got my cell number changed so he couldn't call me so he calls her instead.&lt;br /&gt;My BFF has an ex who's getting married.  And this bastard wants to call her and share his joy with her.  Now mind you that they were high school sweethearts that went off and on through out college and into adulthood.  So there's a long history.  Also, they were together a few months before this engagement.  Now, I guess I'm happy that dude found his mate, but negro you ain't got to rub your joy all up in my girls broken heart.  And she's to dayum poliet and sweet to tell this fucker that she's hurt by the action.  Happy for him, but the shit hurts!  She thought HE was going to be the one, and he turned out to be- the one for someone else.  I mean invites to the wedding, calling talking about the ring and plans for the future with the OTHER woman- COME ON!  I was so upset that I wanted to call him myself and curse him out, but it isn't my business.  So I just try to control my hot head, and support her- but I want to slap the teeth out of his mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-7968490683061029885?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7968490683061029885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=7968490683061029885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7968490683061029885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7968490683061029885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-over-dammit.html' title='It&apos;s over- DAMMIT'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-254705467443803668</id><published>2007-06-18T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:14:51.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Capt’n Save-A-Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy #2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sigh- I tend to find lost causes, and try to help them be better than they are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess you can say I try to upgrade them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I judge a person by their character, and that judgment may shift, based off what they show me further into the relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guy #2 has issues, some serious issues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a tendency to say one thing, but act a totally different way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also kicks it- hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I’m not going to hate because I’m a homebody.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go to work, and go home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hang out maybe on a Friday night every once and a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for the most part, I enjoy the peace and relaxation of being home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He plays these head games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says he likes me so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He really cares about me and hasn’t had this type of feeling in a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then he doesn’t call for days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THEN when he does call, it’s to question me on why I hadn’t called.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m too old for games like that, and I don’t like to be questioned, so those comments get ignored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says he doesn’t call because he’s trying so hard not to get attached.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then, after a night of kicking it, he calls and wants to spill his guts to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I begin to get bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While the cat and mouse game is cute for the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; couple of weeks, several months in and it becomes too much, too boring, and I lose interest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and let’s not forget about the other chick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, yes, there’s another chick involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do I know you ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say fate doesn’t allow bullshit to grow for long before being exposed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he doesn’t care about her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was just confused about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He should have never ever messed with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just didn’t know how to handle his feeling for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I tell him we need to talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to get all this shit out in the open, and decide what we are going to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been very compromising up until this point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it’s time to set some definite boundaries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re supposed to talk Thursday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I don’t hear from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He IM’s me Friday and we try to arrange this session for Saturday…Again- he’s a no show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he does text me, in the middle of the night- but I ignore him and continue my journey through lala land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This morning- another IM and I blow up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But at the end of the IM’ing, I’m the bad guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All he did was IM me to say hi and see how I’m doing and he got cursed out and called a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I ask if he was really offended, he says yes, a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tell him he’s not half as offended as I am and that’s the end of the conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So another one bites the dust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-254705467443803668?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/254705467443803668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=254705467443803668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/254705467443803668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/254705467443803668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-me-captn-save-negro.html' title='Call me Capt’n Save-A-Negro'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8982336643033499553</id><published>2007-06-18T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:42:49.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy #3: Mr. P*ssy Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I’ve talked a lot about Guy #2…and I updated you on the drunk (Guy #1) but let me give you the scoop on Mr. P*ssy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll call him Guy #3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve kept in touch since our encounter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’ve told you about my phobia of being seen in public with the guy who has a good word of mouth (&lt;a href="http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-sex-citys-mr-pssy.html"&gt;http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-sex-citys-mr-pssy.html&lt;/a&gt; ). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I haven’t really entertained any thought other than he and I being cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he’s been kinda of verbally persistent about us getting together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I say verbally persistent, because up until recently it’s been all talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m a show me girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t talk about it, be about it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya dig?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately, Guy #3 (It’s so hard not to call him Mr. P*ssy!) has been showing up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The calls have been getting more consistent, the dates have been more often, and the conversations are just flowing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was a perfect example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to hang out at the lake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we got a blanket and headed out to this new extension to a very popular lake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool, because the new extension isn’t crowded at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we lay around and talked for what turned into a couple of hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we knew it the sun was getting ready to set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we joked about marking that day down in the calendar as the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; sunset that we watched together!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was funny, because while the sun was setting, we were both in our phones trying to document the day and time in the calendar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We almost missed the whole thing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I have made a promise to myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m NOT going to screw him (again) - well, at least not until we’ve determined if we are actually going to become an item.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point, I’m not too sure, but we’ll see what happens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8982336643033499553?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8982336643033499553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8982336643033499553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8982336643033499553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8982336643033499553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/guy-3-mr-pssy-revisited.html' title='Guy #3: Mr. P*ssy Revisited'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-47404294278947013</id><published>2007-06-07T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:23:51.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do? More on Guy#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like him, alot.  I can admit that I do.  And it's not just sexual; even though it helps that he's absolutely wonderful in bed.  But he has this thing about him.  It's a little bit of mystery mixed in with genuine kindness and a little touch of thug.  He has this deliciously dark skin that makes me tingle when I look at him.  I adore him.  I'm a pro at hiding my feelings though, and he's been trying to pull them out, but failing miserably every time.  He'll go days without calling, expecting me to call him and flip out.  But after he realizes that I haven't responded, he'll call or IM, or TXT me and HE flips out.  And I nonchalantly reply that he is just as capable of calling me as I am of calling him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’ll ask if I miss him, I reply “Maybe” and he’ll say “Well I was coming over but now I’m not”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll keep the conversation moving like he didn’t say anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday morning, he was playing around like he didn’t want to sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up (LATE) and figured since I was already late for work I might as well get me some, but he was playing stingy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I got pissed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this one I couldn’t hide because I don’t like you playing w/my sex drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I want to screw, I want to screw!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No buts about it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gimme what I want!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got out of bed and he’s like “OK OK I’m just playing”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked at him, and turned back around to my closet to (acting like I was) pick out something to wear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was LIVID!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept telling me to ‘come back to bed’ (I love John Mayer).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ignore him and walked towards the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He jumped up and grabbed me, and then I gave in…………….I can’t resist him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I know he’s not ready to commit, and I ‘m fine with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for how long?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How long can I wait?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How long would you wait?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think he does want to be with me, he’s just scared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s horrible at expressing his feelings, which is another endearing trait of his.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that in itself gets annoying because I don’t understand how a “grown-up” can’t communicate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that I’m good for him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t want me to be mad at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I be patient, and just allow this to grow?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I just say screw it and move on before I get too attached?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What should I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-47404294278947013?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/47404294278947013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=47404294278947013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/47404294278947013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/47404294278947013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-would-you-do-more-on-guy2.html' title='What would you do? More on Guy#2'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-7339217697928374406</id><published>2007-06-06T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:47:08.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Weight Matters</title><content type='html'>I've enjoyed the detox phase of this diet that I've decided to use this as the basis for what I'm trying to accomplish.  Before I give you my plan, let me update you.  I started this "diet" Tuesday, May 29th and my official weight this morning was 6 lbs less than this time last week!!!! &lt;br /&gt;It was HARD AS SHIT! for the first 3 days and I was a mess.  I was having headaches, I was tired, moody, etc.  So I modified the diet.  It's something like this now:&lt;br /&gt;I fix 2 bowls (appx40oz) of mixed fruit (including watermelon, cantelope, strawberry, banana, granny smith and red delicious apples, navel oranges, pinapples, and nectarines).  I eat one for breakfast (AFTER MY DAYUM LATTE!) and the other for lunch.  In between those two bowls, if I feel the need I'll get 1 1/2 handful of lightly salted peanuts.  After lunch, if I feel the need again I'll get another handful of nuts.  For dinner I'll either eat a bowl of broccoli or green beans, and 2 slices of wheat bread, or a 3rd bowl of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've decided to do is eat fruit &amp; veggies M-F and over the weekends add in a little something extra.  Since the weather has been pretty good around here, it's not hard to eat fruit all day, and the grocery store has a nice selection of fruits so I'm going to try and stick this out for as long as I see results.  1 more lbs and I'll be out of the danger zone and half way to my goal.  Hopefully this time next week I'll be sharing that good news with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-7339217697928374406?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7339217697928374406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=7339217697928374406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7339217697928374406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7339217697928374406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/update-on-weight-matters.html' title='Update on Weight Matters'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-5630588186218468838</id><published>2007-06-04T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:50:05.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's falling but doesn't want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy #2…..What can I say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where should I start?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told you that there wasn’t an emotional attachment to either guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hung out; we were attracted to each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things happened, and we kept moving on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t into Guy #1, so I hadn’t seen him anymore after that night.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Guy #2 is a different story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were into each other, physically and otherwise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a great guy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s one of those guys that will walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, lay his chin on your shoulder, and it makes you feel so safe and warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I truly adore this guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT, I tried to make sure a certain “distance” was kept.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I am still getting over the “breakup of 06” and can admit that I’m not ready to give myself to anyone on that level this soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But having that one person you can talk to for hours, hang out with, and have great sex without any stress, drama, or BS feels good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s also getting over a relationship that ended after 7years (I think) last summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me when we first started talking that he wasn’t ready to be in another one, which I could totally respect. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afterall, (per Charlotte - SATC) for every breakup, your recovery time should total up to half of the term of the relationship?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, it’ll take him at least 3.5 years to recover, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I wasn’t expecting anything from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;/sarcasm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT, he’s caught feelings, so he’s said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t know how to handle these feelings and is sending out mixed messages which I HATE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why can’t we just leave well enough alone?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t things just be simple?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are YOU catching feelings?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t it be me falling all quick?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if I should just bounce or if I should stick around, and help him work out his anxieties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s been trying to feel me out for over 2 months now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m not sure if I want to get all in my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OH WHY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????????????????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-5630588186218468838?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5630588186218468838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=5630588186218468838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5630588186218468838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5630588186218468838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hes-falling-but-doesnt-want-to.html' title='He&apos;s falling but doesn&apos;t want to'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-7093480676705385182</id><published>2007-06-01T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:52:16.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryptic Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night starting around 11pm I began getting phone calls from a restricted number. Now I am notorious for not answering my phone, especially if you block your number. So if you are calling me past dark, and I don't know who you are, I'll hit "ignore" and keep it moving. No one I want to talk to will call me late and unidentified. The last call was at 3:19am, when he finally decided to leave a VM. It was cryptic in nature, and took me a minute to realize that it was "Guy #1":-O......I had decided that I wasn't going to talk anymore about him.  But this VM tripped me out, so I feel compelled to fill you all in.  Guy #1 was a guy I was with in high school.  He'd claimed to have some seriously deep feelings for me and that I hurt him.  I, however, vaguely remember anything about the relationship or how it ended.  The one thing I did remember is he had the biggest d*ck I'd ever experienced.  One of the reasons I decided to sleep with him again was to find out if it was as big in my adult life as it was in my teen years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitant about going through with my thoughts because he kept trying to reminisce on things that happened back in the day, and like I said I don’t remember NOTHING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he caught me one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t have anything to do and was bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stopped through, and things were innocent enough, but that thought lingered in the back of my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So as you know, it happened, and you know the results.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now mind you this was MONTHS ago!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I’d been getting little cute text messages here and there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Requests to see me again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to take me out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants us to get together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the only time I’d get a phone call was when he was drunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he’d ramble on and on about us and how good we could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These calls reminded me of why I stopped talking to him in high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a FUCKING DRUNK (and was back then)!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A hostel drunk at that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So our last phone conversation was approximately 2 weekends ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He once again called drunk, talking about how he couldn’t take not seeing me, not talking to me, he wants me, yada yada yada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him I was sleeping (lying trying to get him off my phone) and told him I’d talk to him later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got agitated, mumbled something incoherently, and then tried to hang up on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fumbled with the phone trying to hang it up and I heard “BITCH” then he finally hung up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About 3 days later I sent him a text simply saying “So I’m a bitch now, huh?” but hadn’t gotten a reply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until his cryptic VM last night.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He said something like he felt he should call me (at 3 in the morning); he thought it’d be best to turn his phone off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t know what I mean by my text because he’d never call me a bitch, and I don’t have to call him again (I hadn’t called but 1 or 2 times anyway and not at all since “the night”).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he says he’ll call me…But WhY?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just leave it alone.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Why can’t I just find a man who had his head securely planted onto his shoulders?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A man who works hard, and plays even harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A man who loves life and is ready to be in a committed relationship without drama, bullshit, or any of that extra crap that I just can’t tolerate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHERE IS HE?????????????????????????????&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I guess since I’ve given the 411 on Guy #1, you wanna hear about Guy #2, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe but not right now- I have to go and get some more fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also have an update on Mr. Pussy- but that’ll have to wait too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-7093480676705385182?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7093480676705385182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=7093480676705385182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7093480676705385182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7093480676705385182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/cryptic-phone-call.html' title='Cryptic Phone Call'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-2063466470534348581</id><published>2007-05-29T14:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:46:16.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My liquid crack</title><content type='html'>Ok, so approximately 6 hours into my detox and I've cheated already.....I had a tall non-fat latte for lunch.  I'm so WEAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-2063466470534348581?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2063466470534348581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=2063466470534348581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2063466470534348581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2063466470534348581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-liquid-crack.html' title='My liquid crack'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-4928050389030609825</id><published>2007-05-29T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:28:17.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    I've been in an ongoing war with my weight since 2002.  During (and after) my pregnancy, I gained very close to 50lbs.  I was successful enough to get down to 5 lbs of my pre-baby weight about 2 years ago, and was very close to accomplishing my goal but my gallbladder attacked me and after having that removed my motivation died down.  I assumed that I could just maintain and would be fine.  Well last week my lovely mother says to me "You are picking all your weight back up".  I brushed her off but that comment stuck in my head all day.  I hadn't been on a scale in about 6 or 7 months, but her comment forced me to check out my weight and I wanted to cry!  I just knew the scale was wrong, but I had just put a new battery in and tested it with a 5lb bag of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;    So here I am, once again, about to go to battle.  I'm giving myself 1 month and my goal is to lose 15lbs.  Pray for me, because for the next 9 days I'll be on a detox plan eating only fruit and veggies.  I can do this, it's not that hard.  The only thing is I CAN'T HAVE MY LATTE!!!!!!!!  I am going to go through extreme depression.  I honestly don't know if I'll be able to avoid it.  HELP ME!  PLEASE :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-4928050389030609825?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4928050389030609825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=4928050389030609825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4928050389030609825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4928050389030609825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/05/weight-matters.html' title='Weight Matters'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-2773205241100193461</id><published>2007-05-09T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:39:01.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Starbuck's experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I am a STARBUCKS fiend.  I MUST have a grande, 180 degree, no-fat, no-foam latte each and every morning in order for my day to go right.  I am a Starbucks regular and have met many acquaintances over the years at Starbucks that share my obsession.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like my own ‘Cheers’, where everyone knows your name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in this case, it’s everyone knows your freakishly specific specialty coffee order.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walk in and non connoisseurs look very baffled as my order is called out to a new barista.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I’m a regular so the majority of time they begin preparing my order the moment I walk through the door and all I have to do is pay (sometimes), tip, and leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have to say a word (other than the casual “GOOD MORNING!” or “How’s it going 2day” to the cashier).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve had an experience where a man said “A woman after my own heart!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE YOU!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because he heard my order which was exactly how he orders his.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My personal obsession started about 4 years ago, but this past year has been very interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The barista’s and cashiers at the Starbucks I go to before work seem to have become very attached to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are so happy to see me every morning, give me free stuff, and are just very personable towards me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They know me by name, which forced me to learn their names (only polite) and I even brought them Valentines Day treats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the past 2 months, I started frequenting a Starbucks closer to my home, versus this one which is closer to my job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I happened to stop into the older Starbucks Monday and you would think I was a freaking celebrity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A barista ran up to me, hugged me, and would not let me go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a weird experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t realize how much of an effect I could have on someone who makes my coffee every morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept asking where I’ve been and when I told him I was going to another Starbucks he said he was putting in a transfer to that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy really missed me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was too cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-2773205241100193461?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2773205241100193461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=2773205241100193461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2773205241100193461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2773205241100193461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-starbucks-experience.html' title='My Starbuck&apos;s experience'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-7427122155865932522</id><published>2007-05-07T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:29:46.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which would you prefer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So here’s a scenario… You have 2 guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s NO emotional attachment to either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guy 1: Has a d&amp;ck so big and long that when he’s completely inside of you and can’t go any further, there’s still several inches of manhood outside?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean the girth is unimaginable and the length is unbelievable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His penis alone gives you so many orgasms that YOU start singing Ludacris’ “Waterfalls” over and over in your head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His oral is just as good and he uses his tongue in ways that normally wouldn’t even turn you on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy could easily be considered the BEST f*ck you’ve ever had, hands down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Enters Guy 2:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a very quiet and shy person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has gentle touches that make you tingle from your toes through the depths of your v.walls &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He eats you with the most passion you’ve EVER felt and makes your eyes roll so far back that you fear they won’t return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hold you so tightly, yet so gentle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gives you multiple orgasms before he ever penetrates you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when he does decide to he makes you come over and over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you are done, you are completely satisfied and ready to go to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So, which would you want?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would love to f*ck w/Guy 1 a couple of times, but overall- I’d EXPECT those types of responses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d EXPECT that he beat it up, make me shriek in sheer delight, then LEAVE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I’d had my final orgasm, I’d want him to be gone so I can change my sheets and go into a dead sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Guy 2 would be my pick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be completely and totally satisfied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be brain fucked, I want internal and external O’s, and then I want to cuddle up under him and bask in the joy of what’s just happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sad thing is while Guy 2 is in huge demand, he’s short in supply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There aren’t a lot of long dong don’s either, but there is something about a man who understands a woman’s psyche enough to know exactly how to touch her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pays attention to her reactions, and plays off them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s wonderful to come across a man who worships and cherishes a woman’s O.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-7427122155865932522?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7427122155865932522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=7427122155865932522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7427122155865932522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7427122155865932522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-would-you-prefer.html' title='Which would you prefer?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8908848594840828004</id><published>2007-02-06T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:35:01.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 and on drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am baffled!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean completely outdone right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve seen tv shows, lifetime specials, and movies of the week that put out there young kids that get strung out on drugs at an early age, but I just found out my 15 year old cousin was on Ecstasy and Cocaine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also smoked weed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a vision of all kinds of horrible things that may have happened to this girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just finished rehab, and swears that she wants to do right now, but dayum!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;COCAINE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shit- My mind is all screwed up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She should be skipping classes, crushing on little boys, going to the malls and hanging out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But instead this girl has lived such a hard life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to reach out to her, but I’m hesitant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am at a serious fork in the road right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do I do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I try to help her stay clean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or do I leave her to do for herself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8908848594840828004?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8908848594840828004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8908848594840828004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8908848594840828004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8908848594840828004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/02/15-and-on-drugs.html' title='15 and on drugs'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-9153991705010587906</id><published>2007-01-24T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:29:04.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to divorce my family- the ungrateful bastids!</title><content type='html'>I have a fully DISfunctional family.  And let me start this by first saying that I know very well that I have issues myself, so I tend to keep my negative views of others to myself.  But stupidity has reached an all time high in my family, and I think it's time to jump ship on these muthaf*ckas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called myself being a good person, and opening my home up to my 5 year old cousin, who's currently in fostercare.  She and her 2 year old brother have been in fostercare for the past year, and my mother wanted them placed in the family.  She'd been trying to take care of this for months, and when social services finally decided that they would allow the kids to go with her, the little boy turned 2, and they indicated that the kids couldn't share a room.  My mom has a 2 bedroom home.  So, I say, since I am with my mom all the time, I'll take the girl, my mom can take the boy, and they won't actually be "split up" because they'll spend a lot of time together during the week and every weekend.  The social worker aggreed to this arrangement, and was going to make the recommendation to the courts this past tuesday but until the arrangements were finalized, the kids stay with my mom on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They warned me that the girl had some issues, one being she touched her little brother inappropriately.  It happened once, and she had seen a counselor for it.  So I told them that we would try to work with her, and them to make sure that she understands that kind of behavior isn't acceptable, yada yada yada.  But I let them know well in advance that if she harmed my daughter (and my daughter WILL TELL) all bets were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I'm talking to my daughter (as I always do) and we are having our parent child discussion on who can and cannot touch you and when and where they can and cannot.  So I ask (as I ALWAYS DO) if anyone has touched her in a bad spot.  She tells me yes.  So my heart DROPS! and as I get the information out of her, apparently this little girl went into the bathroom on my daughter and tried touching her private area.  My baby told her to get out and she wouldn't, so my daughter told her cousin (who was watching them at the time) but she said that the little girl was in the bathroom looking at her and wouldn't get out.  He went and got the little girl, and told her to stay out the room, but didn't think any more of it because my daughter didn't tell him what she tried to do to her.  She waited and told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him and asked him what happened, and he told me (what I just said) and I called my mom and told her that I wasn't getting the little girl.  She suggested I tell my cousin (the little girls father) so that he hears it from me instead of the social worker.  I didn't agree, because if he was on his shit, he would have his kids anyway, but I call him anyway.  I tell him what happened, and he asked if I'd talked to his child- I'm shocked for a minute, and hesitantly say "no".  He's like "well, I need to talk to her and hear her side".  FOR WHAT?  like she's going to admit to you that she did it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the social worker the next morning, who inturn calls the foster parent and tells her what happened.  She (the foster parent) asks the little girl what happened, and asks her to tell the truth.  She admits it and says she did it because my baby kept telling on her and she wanted to get her in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her father and grandmother both feel that I was wrong for calling the social worker, and I shouldn't have backed out but instead tried to work it out... UH, hello- what kind of fu*ked up thinking is that?  This is NOT my child.  I have a kid, and I have let all of them know that although I would help, I will not allow my child to be put in any kind of harms way.  The little girl hasn't even moved with us yet and she's acting out- maybe I'm overthinking here, but that's just the beginning of shit, right?  Say I "ignore" this, and let her move with us, and she does actually harm my baby- or teach my baby that ignorant bs and my baby does it to someone else?  Then WHO's at fault?  Is it the irresponsible parents, who allowed their kids to be placed in foster care anyway because they are not fit?  Or, is it the grandmother, who didn't want the kids?  NO!  It would be me for ignoring the shit when it first happened!  So I told my mom, I am going to curse them out and they can all go to hell, because no one is more important than her and her health- PERIOD!  The ungrateful bit*hes didn't even thank me for helping out to begin with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-9153991705010587906?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9153991705010587906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=9153991705010587906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/9153991705010587906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/9153991705010587906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-going-to-divorce-my-family.html' title='I am going to divorce my family- the ungrateful bastids!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-6957130987707305633</id><published>2007-01-22T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:54:44.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So he calls himself blocking me!</title><content type='html'>2k7 = change.  My new motto.  A major change is getting rid of someone who I've held onto for years now.  So I changed my number, blocked him from IM, asked him to stop contacting me and deleted my Myspace profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this dude  calls himself blocking me from IM and  myspace.  Guess he wanted to beat me to the punch.  HA!  What ever- go fuck yourself.  You've been replaced and upgraded- no looking back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-6957130987707305633?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6957130987707305633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=6957130987707305633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6957130987707305633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6957130987707305633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-he-calls-himself-blocking-me.html' title='So he calls himself blocking me!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-4491026403983680523</id><published>2007-01-22T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:39:14.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you "PAY" to screw Mike Tyson?</title><content type='html'>I heard that Heidi Fleiss (sp) is opening a male Brothel in Vegas, kinda like the kitty ranch (i think that's the name of it) that's on HBO.  So women who go to Vegas can go and get their freak on with men of your fantasies.  So I propose a question (LOL gotta love that Raheem Devaughn):&lt;br /&gt;    Anyone wanna f*ck Mike Tyson?  Cuz from what I hear, he's gonna be in the line up. &lt;br /&gt;    I have to admit- I'm a bit intrigued.  I mean, even though he's known as a rapist, wife beating, nutcase- there is just something about that man that would lead me to that place.  I wouldn't have the nerve to "buy" him, but I would want to hang around just to see what kind of women would actually do it.  And truthfully- his body is still to this day a model of a greek god &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Road trip anyone?  Afterall- what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-4491026403983680523?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4491026403983680523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=4491026403983680523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4491026403983680523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4491026403983680523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-pay-to-screw-mike-tyson.html' title='Would you &quot;PAY&quot; to screw Mike Tyson?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-3412052743153991390</id><published>2007-01-22T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:38:42.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dish of the day: Interracial Dating anyone?</title><content type='html'>Who would?  Who wouldn't?  And if you would- what race/religion would you absolutely NOT date?  Arab?  White? Indian?  What were your experiences if you have dated outside of your race?  Share with me ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amongst friends &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/amused.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-3412052743153991390?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3412052743153991390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=3412052743153991390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/3412052743153991390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/3412052743153991390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/dish-of-day-interracial-dating-anyone.html' title='Dish of the day: Interracial Dating anyone?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-4724656041218225970</id><published>2007-01-22T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:37:50.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk- Sex &amp; the City's "Mr. P*ssy"</title><content type='html'>I loved Sex &amp; the City for various reasons, but probably the main one was their ability to over exaggerate every dayum thing.  Like, take season 2 episode 15 where Charlotte dates "Mr. Pussy".  This is a guy who is known for eating pussy.  I mean, that's all he does.  No sex, no dating, he'll just eat out, for hours and hours.  He was known for having a good word of mouth.  How crazy is that?  Or is it?  I mean, does a guy like that exist?  Could that happen in real life?  A guy that doesn't want to have sex.  He gets his kicks from eating you until you pass out.  And what would you do if you came across Mr. Pussy?  Charlotte wanted to date him, but was reprimanded.  She was told that you don't DATE Mr. Pussy.  You get your kicks off, and set him free so that other women have the chance to experience him.  But at what point in your life do you decide that you want more!  I mean- ok, yeah I would love to have orgasm after orgasm after muthafuckin orgasm and pass out, with him only using his tongue....but I know me- I need so much more.  And besides, can you stomach being seen with someone in public who has that stigma attached to him?  Insecurities would kill me- lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, ladies- have you came across your Mr. Pussy?&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/awake.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-4724656041218225970?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4724656041218225970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=4724656041218225970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4724656041218225970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/4724656041218225970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-sex-citys-mr-pssy.html' title='Let&apos;s talk- Sex &amp; the City&apos;s &quot;Mr. P*ssy&quot;'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8699397092934308360</id><published>2007-01-22T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:36:57.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's still calling- now he needs my "computer expertise"</title><content type='html'>So back in October I think it was I was complaining about the ex that won't quit.  Well I thought he got the point, because I hadn't heard from him in about 2 months.  YAAAAYYY for me, NOT!  I get a call, and pick up the phone without looking at the caller id- it's HIM!  *sigh*.  Convo's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  I  need your computer expertise&lt;br /&gt;ME: *dead silence*&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  I can't get my ipod to download.  *starts to ramble about the issue and yada yada yada*&lt;br /&gt;since I see that he really has an issue, I decide to not be a bitch (I wasn't in a bad mood that day) so we start to try to work through the issue.  But I tell him upfront that not only do I not own an ipod, I've never seen the itunes software, so I don't know if I'll be able to figure it out without seeing it. WHY DID I SAY THAT?  After about 10 mins- my patience wore thin and I tried to end the convo, saying I couldn't tell what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  Well, can you come over and fix it for me&lt;br /&gt;ME: *dead silence*&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  I'm serious, no games, I'll pay you for your time&lt;br /&gt;ME: *thinking now* ok, I may stop by tomorrow (totally bullshitting just to get off the phone)&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  OK, Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course he's out of my mind no sooner than I hang up the phone- but alllll weekend long I got text messages, "you forgot about me?" "you coming?" "I'll try tomorrow" then yesterday morning I get a "Please call me"  I respond (finally) "Bzy, call l8r"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me- again I'm not paying attention to the caller ID, I answer- and he has NO mention of the Ipod- but instead wondering why I didn't call and wish him a happy birthday.  Maybe because I don't give a fuck about you!  Maybe that's why! dammit!  I am 99.9% sure I'm going to change my number now.  I've already went through and cleaned out unnecessary phone numbers- but I guess that doesn't help if they can still call you, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2K = CHANGE and that's going to be my first (well 2nd) major change......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8699397092934308360?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8699397092934308360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8699397092934308360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8699397092934308360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8699397092934308360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/hes-still-calling-now-he-needs-my.html' title='He&apos;s still calling- now he needs my &quot;computer expertise&quot;'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8455677245047213129</id><published>2007-01-22T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:35:53.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls- Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Ok, so I have a TON of work that I need to do, and I took a lot of time to write yesterday's blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT I have to take some time to finish my dedication to My Girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have some of the most down chicks ever!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it's so funny because during my teen years I was such a loner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn't trust girls and wasn't like by many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But adulthood brought some women into my life that makes me wish I could have had them around earlier in life.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BMORE Chicks!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I moved to Bmore back in '03 and met Taa and Bmore in the weirdest way- a MESSAGE BOARD!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truthfully, had I been in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I'd never ever done it but relocating to a new place forced me to be creative and a bit more open to situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bonded with Taa and Bmore for very different reasons, but we are all similar in a lot of ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And these girls make sure they give it to me straight, with no chaser.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Regardless to the situation, I know that they are going to be direct, and give no bullshit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are some evil heffas!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ROFLMBAO&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taa&lt;/span&gt;- Bmore and I always joke with her and say she's the grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is very nurturing to my daughter and always has a very serious demeanor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She's the youngest out of our Bmore crew (that slowly diminished from a group of, what 10) but is happily married and I admired her for that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also loved the fact that she TOOK her husband!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL- she trips me out every time she tells the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I can always talk to her and get good advice about relationships, and I'd take her advice seriously, because- well, she's married and I'm not so she must be doing something right&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even went to a reggae club because I was dying to go, even though she HATES it!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could see the disgust on her face the whole time, but she endured (for as long as she could), just so that I could enjoy myself.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bmore&lt;/span&gt;- That's my twin!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I swear I thought I was a 1 of a kind until I met this girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the funniest thing is I just knew we were gonna bump heads because of how I first saw her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were at a group outing at the Cheesecake factory (I don't know if you remember this Bmore) but my phone rung- and I had the "Sex &amp; the City" ringtone (I have Carrie fever).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone said, "Bmore loves that show too! Bmore, she has the Sex &amp; the City ringtone" and Bmore looked at me like I wasn't even there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked right through me and didn't say anything to the other person either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, me- I'm like "This bitch right here!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I kept my cool, because I was in a new place with new people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I'm glad that I didn't take that "nonlook" personal because this girl ended up being my personal &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tour guide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we realized we had so much in common.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We share last names (until this September when she becomes an &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orange-&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I still say we make him take our name), we both will snap on a mutha-fucka real quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She's an accountant, which I wanted to be soooooo badly until I took that 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are Sex and the City addicts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and we both LOOOOVVVVE Reggae- which I think was the deal maker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She got me to go to church (which is a BIG thing for me).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She always made sure I had somewhere to go during holidays so that I wasn't alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She made sure she checked up on me when I had surgery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she got PISSED as hell at me when I said I didn't want to have a going away gathering when I left in April.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn't talk to me for a month, but she did come to see me off and was sad that I'd left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, she's leaving me and the singles network to join Taa and the Married Club, but hopefully her husband will accept me as the sister in law from hell &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's always trying to corrupt his wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's a good thing we have already bonded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'll just make him some fish and spaghetti and he'll be cool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of Fish and Spaghetti- remember the Fish Fry's?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had some good times!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Y'all had me drinking them dayum Smirnoff's!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Keddie's ass was @ Giant at 12 in the morning trying to get more food to cook!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL…..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the Sex &amp; the City finale party we had…AND the Girls Superbowl party!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Y'all gave me a life in Bmore I tell ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwanzaa&lt;/span&gt;- My Babygurl!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This girl has to have the purest heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She's so sweet; so polite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So fucking NICE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I didn't know any better, I'd think that she was putting on the biggest front- but knowing her for the past 10 years, I know that she's 100% real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We've been through some stuff too, which let's me know that this friendship is life long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We've argued, stopped talking to each other, been roommates, taken road trips, gotten into a car accident, and shared our deepest secrets, which have never been repeated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And even though we live in different states, we talk almost EVERY single day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she does stuff that only Kwanzaa can do that always leaves me thinking "That's Kwanzaa"… like last night I get a text message at 11pm saying "NY from flava of love show comes on next Monday on vh1".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Um, ok?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But- I just shook my head, said "That's Kwanzaa for you" and laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I call Bmore my twin, I'd have to call Kwanzaa is my yang….. She's the complete opposite of me, but keeps me balanced and in tune with positiveness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She always manages to see the brighter side of some real fucked up shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I love her dearly for that.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;- She's one of my 2 oldest female friends that I'm still in touch with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember when I was younger I used to want to be like her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was the coolest bitch I knew, and always made you feel like you were cool too (even though I was a young cornball trying to keep up!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We'd lost touch over the years, but we always tend to make sure we know how to get in touch with each other.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bratt&lt;/span&gt;- Bratt is an almost replica of Kwanzaa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another very nice, pleasant, and sincere chick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How'd I find 2 of 'em?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL- Bratt and I worked at the same company for a couple of years and she's a good person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;Finally- I have to add in the 2 little sisters of Kwanzaa and The Queen Bee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santwinaa and Princessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters of my best friends of course end up being my little sisters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've seen Princessa grown from a long skinny annoying girl (smile) to a very beautiful mature young lady!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And although I met Ms Santwinaa when she was already grown, she's still a very sweet girl too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tell you the truth- I used to want to have sisters growing up…. But never did I realize that I'd end up with these 8 girls (plus 2 more that aren't on myspace)……&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woulda thought I'd have so many bitches in my corner!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright- gotta run now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8455677245047213129?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8455677245047213129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8455677245047213129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8455677245047213129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8455677245047213129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-girls-part-deux.html' title='My Girls- Part Deux'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-8382080273593660218</id><published>2007-01-22T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:35:11.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't want to be in a relationship"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I'd been dealing with the fact that the person I thought was truly my soul mate and made for me and only me was just a figment of my imagination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bond that I though was there actually wasn't and it was time to let go of that dream and move the fuck on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was VERY hard at first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was crushed beyond belief, and for the very first time, I felt a part of me being ripped out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and I have been on and off for several years, but I've never felt this pain, and I finally realize that I am feeling it because this time, is finally the last time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's time to let go, and move on, and allow someone into my life who wants to be with me and who loves me for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Short version for those that don't know- he said he didn't want to be in a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thought he did, he tried, but he doesn't want it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;So in an effort to occupy my mind with OTHER things, I started pulling out CD's that I hadn't listened to in a while and came across 2 very powerful songs that spoke to me in ways that only Mary J. has been able to do in the past!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL- for those that know me, they know that in my mind- nobody can talk to me like Mary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've been listening to these songs so much that there are certain parts that I constantly keep repeating- the statements are just POWERFUL and are so much my situation that I had to share them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Before we go any further:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please believe- I'm not in a depressed state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm good!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shit was hard as hell at first, but my motto is "2K7 = Change" and shit's about to change!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I cannot lie- I will love that man for the rest of my life…. that's real talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it's time for me to fall IN love with the man I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Now on to the songs……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;"Hell No"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Monica- The Makings of Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, &lt;u&gt;you say you don't want it no more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, you say you can't give me what I want,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, How you just gonna leave when I stayed with you through hard times and you cheated&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, I hate to say it but I need it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, god please talk to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, This so called love was so deep it told you that you should run far and not give a damn about me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;How could you leave me when you see me desperately in need of love- We've been here before?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I cried so many times but never did it cross my mind to ever let it go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Damn baby I can see if we've never been through shit before but we've been down this road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;How could you leave me baby, please my heart is bleeding for the beat we had before, How could you…..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Damn I need you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I wanna laugh wanna stand wanna get &lt;u&gt;just 1 more chance just to see you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;All my friends, all my kin say Mo just let that end&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;but I breathe you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;In the drive way, I found pictures on the ground of our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; date&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I never in a million years thought this would be me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm trapped in love with somebody that no longer thinks I'm somebody special"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Look at me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;OK- so I don't even know where to start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't say that I'm a Monica fan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, she's a little too young for me to be able to feel, but this song right here- woah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can she just put out a song talking about me like that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL……&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean seriously, let's take this verse by verse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, you say you don't want it no more &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Uhhh, I guess I don't have to explain that one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hell no, How you just gonna leave when I stayed with you through hard times and you cheated &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Ok, so I stuck it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I traveled because he couldn't (or I guess now that I look back he WOULDN'T).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dealt with …ALL KINDS OF SHIT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he takes the easy way out and just gives up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I cried so many times but never did it cross my mind to ever let it go &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Over the years I never wanted him completely out of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always knew that we'd be together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow, some way….&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Damn baby I can see if we've never been through shit before but we've been down this road &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Like I said- we've been off and on for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We've (I've) faced some difficult shit, but somehow it seemed the love never died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;wanna get just 1 more chance just to see you &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;If only……on second thought, I might slap the dog shit out of him so never mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;All my friends, all my kin say Mo just let that end but I breathe you &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I BREATHE YOU!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'nuff said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;"I never in a million years thought this would be me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm trapped in love with somebody that no longer thinks I'm somebody special" &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Never thought it'd happen to me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't fall for somebody who doesn't want me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm too good to do something that stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;"Ex-Factor"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Lauryn Hill- The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;It could all be so simple&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But you'd rather make it hard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Loving you is like a battle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And we both end up with scars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;………&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;See no one love you more than me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;And no one ever will&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;……….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;No matter how I think we grow you always seem to let me know it ain't working&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;And when I try to walk away you hurt yourself to make me stay, this is crazy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I keep letting you back in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;How can I explain myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;As painful as this thing has been&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I just can't be with no one else&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;See I know what we've got to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You let go and I'll let go too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cuz no one's hurt me more than you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And no one ever will&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;……….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where were you, when I needed you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Now this has always been a good song to me, but just this past weekend I realized how DEEP it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard the pain in her voice for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt her… ESPECIALLY the very last sentence in the song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shit put me in TEARS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it was like a release, you know what I mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She summed up the reasons I HAD to let go and move on in just 1 sentence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But lets start from the beginning:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Loving you is like a battle &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Actually loving was the easy part, it was getting him to believe that I was sincere that was a battle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;See no one love you more than me And no one ever will &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I put that on EVERYTHING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one will ever be more passionate, sincere, just completely down for him and everything about him- PERIOD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;No matter how I think we grow you always seem to let me know it ain't working &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;1 step forward, 2 steps back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should have known, that's how it was back in the day- why would it change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;And when I try to walk away you hurt yourself to make me stay, this is crazy &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;We could have been done with this so many times, and every time- it was HIM that couldn't drop it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even this last time, he started this shit up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was minding my own business in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and he comes calling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I keep letting you back in how can I explain myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Over and over and over- from 1999 until now I never wanted to let go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never let anyone else in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell, even Tseday's father knew he was fighting a loosing battle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;See I know what we've got to do, You let go and I'll let go too &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;TRUTH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Cuz no one's hurt me more than you, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And no one ever will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I played that part right there over and over and over….. I can't say that I've ever been truly HURT by a guy, because I wouldn't let him get that close to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you can't hurt me if I don't care about you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this dude, man…….. I guess it's karma &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;It's a wrap!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not even going to discuss the situation I was dealing with when he decided that he didn't want to be in "a relationship" but let's just say that he did during a real fucked up time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I'd rather not deal because if he could pull something like that during that time, shit- he doesn't have my back or my best interests in his heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;So like I said- I'll love him til the day I die.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He's my first love, and I was blessed to be able to experience it- but it's time to move on…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-8382080273593660218?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8382080273593660218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=8382080273593660218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8382080273593660218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/8382080273593660218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-want-to-be-in-relationship.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t want to be in a relationship&quot;'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-2597803107721114787</id><published>2007-01-22T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:33:37.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my girls! Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="width: 11.25pt; height: 11.25pt;"&gt;disclaimer:  This blog was originally in Myspace- but I decided to delete my page and move in here.  I've copied all my posts over (including this one)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="width: 11.25pt; height: 11.25pt;"&gt;So I've been trying to come up with another lovely blog topic- but all my thoughts seem to come back to men, or should I say my man- the wonderful man that he is (sometimes).... But I've finally decided to give tribute to my chicas!!!!!  The wonderful women that I've been blessed with.  Some have dealt with me and my many moods since early years, and some I bonded with in college.  But no matter how I met you- you all have affected me in so way.  So here goes: (oh, and there's a couple that aren't on myspace so they'll be nameless &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/rejuvenated.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from back in da day- and while this 1st one isn't a girl- I think he deserves honorable mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=114235231&amp;amp;MyToken=628b2e0c-4903-4030-bc34-19dfc744c64e" id="ctl00_Main_ctl00_FriendSpace1_FriendRepeater_ctl04_friendLink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;KING_MEATY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;   This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was my heart back in the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Met him in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade when we would terrorize the hell out of our honor's English teacher Mr Thurman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember when we used to sing troops "All I do is think of you" and mock him and that dayum Edgar Allen Poe "Never more!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those were the days!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were carefree and just hanging out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking about how I would drag you all over &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with me, like you were my body guard or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowing dayum well if anything ever jumped off I was gonna have to beat somebody's ass over my Meechie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember camp!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went, knowing good and dayum well NO BODY LIKED US!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we ended up making a couple of friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you know one of the chics that HATED me big time because of big head Chris now teaches @ my baby's school?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked in there one morning like "DAYUM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna have to pull my baby out of here".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she's been cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad she was able to get over what ever beef she had with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she sure keeps talking about how cute my lil princess is and how she's always dressed so cute, "just like her momma back in the day" (is what she says).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I'm just keeping my eye on her right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking about all the dumb stuff I did- like the time I went to meet a guy I'd met (over the phone) cuz he dialed the wrong number, and I took you with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cracked on him, because he had on Sacony's (I can't even spell the shit, but you remember!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was so stupid of me- but you took that trip with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up not hanging so much as we got older, but I still embrace those times, and no matter what you are still my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got so many memories, but I can't make this blog all about you, now can I (look at me, try not to talk about one man, and end up talking about another)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=118557776&amp;amp;MyToken=628b2e0c-4903-4030-bc34-19dfc744c64e" id="ctl00_Main_ctl00_FriendSpace1_FriendRepeater_ctl01_friendLink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;LuV iT r LeAvE it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My baby sister.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not biologically (she's my cousin, but she's the sister I NEVER WANTED!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She moved with my mom when she was 15, and I was away in school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never really knew her until she moved up to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:city&gt; from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we started hanging out and I realized (although I wouldn't normally tell her this) she a lot like me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was able to blend right in with my girls back home as well as my "prissy ass college girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they would have never thought she was as young as she was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She's a cool, beautiful chick (and if a certain individual who will remain nameless hurts her I WILL HURT YOU!) and she has a lot to offer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think she's realizing that now and that's going to make her even fiercer than she already is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm blessed to have her in my circle and that she is one of my BFF's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is taking much more time than I anticipated, so I'll add more 2morrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" times="" new="" roman="" color="" black=""&gt; &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=41971583&amp;amp;MyToken=628b2e0c-4903-4030-bc34-19dfc744c64e" id="ctl00_Main_ctl00_FriendSpace1_FriendRepeater_ctl05_friendLink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=43074419"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2BContinued..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-2597803107721114787?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2597803107721114787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=2597803107721114787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2597803107721114787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2597803107721114787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-girls-part-i.html' title='my girls! Part I'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-5858116849905946461</id><published>2007-01-22T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:31:58.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People finding you on Myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I got the weirdest Myspace message, from a chick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when I got the message, I'm like "Who in the fuck is this bitch?"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I open the message, and it's a girl I went to high school with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Funny thing is this is the same girl who was "Best Friends" with the guy I dated during the majority of my time in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I swore up and down, along with all the other hoe shit he was doing, that they were screwing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn't feeling how they were supposed to just be friends, but I never saw her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She conveniently disappeared every time I was around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I'm thinking to myself "Why is she writing me?"&lt;br /&gt;We exchange a couple of messages, and then realize that HE didn't want us communicating because he was such a whore, and she knew so much, that he was scared she would tell something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also told me that when I left him for some other guy (a football player she thinks&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/amused.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) he was really hurt!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HA- the irony. Anyway- we've said we are going to keep in touch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither of us talk to anyone we graduated with, and we are both college graduates- a rarity for my high school.&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Another high school class member found me too- it was one of my honor classmates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's funny though, I don't think I ever said more than 2 words to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I added him as a friend, but he hasn't said anything to me, wonder if he's scared?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The FUNNIEST find though, is my VERY 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; boyfriend!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I tripped out when I saw his page!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And even crazier is this guy is doing big things now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back when we were 16, he was a prep school shy boy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fast forward 10 years later, he's a club promoter, Que, mason, and all out party boy…. Shit is too funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-5858116849905946461?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5858116849905946461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=5858116849905946461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5858116849905946461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/5858116849905946461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/people-finding-you-on-myspace.html' title='People finding you on Myspace'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-1428588937138863050</id><published>2007-01-22T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:28:37.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I expecting too much, or is he just an a**?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I try very hard not to talk badly about my daughter's father.  After all, I was possessed enough to get knocked up by him, right?  For a split second, I thought he was the greatest man alive.  But shit went sour, and we parted ways.  And truthfully, since the child support order went through 2 years ago, we have not had 1 single disagreement.  He knows his daughter is well taken care of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has full access to her, and I'm even very polite to the woman he's shacking up with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell she and I have even worked out at the gym together, once, totally coincidentally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I break my back to do extra-curricular activities with my Pretty Princess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take her to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take her to the horse barn, so she can get riding lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take her to gymnastics classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take her to ballet lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I basically spoil the shit out of her, which she deserves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dish out a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;LOT&lt;/st1:place&gt; of extra cash, just to make sure she has a full and active life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, give her everything that I wasn't able to have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  So today, I decided to go ahead and get the tickets for the circus for her to go next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He calls while I'm en-route, and I tell him what's up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He immediately sounds interested, as if he's pushing for an invite to join us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inquires how much the tickets cost, I tell him and conversation moves on, but of course, he's not invited &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/pissed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;……I'm back at work, and get an email that the Doodlebops are going to be in town on the 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I'm already taking her to the Circus on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, and then I'll be out of town that weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I call him, and say "Hey, since you can't take her to the circus, why don't you take her to see the Doodlebops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tickets are only $10".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn't seem interested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he was just interested in taking her to the circus, because that's what I WAS PLANNING ON DOING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I say, "I can't take her, I'll be in VA and won't make it back in time to go to the show, and it's only 1 day."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This ass says "Oh, it's only 1 show, she'll have other chances."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So why am I pissed?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I shouldn't expect a man to understand how excited she'll get every time she sees them on TV and can say "Remember when I saw them!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I'm taking this personally, but Dammit I want her to go and see the Doodlebops!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell, I wouldn't mind going to see the Doodlebops, but I can't……..So he SHOULD take her!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BASTARD &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/devious.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-1428588937138863050?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1428588937138863050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=1428588937138863050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1428588937138863050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1428588937138863050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-expecting-too-much-or-is-he-just-a.html' title='Am I expecting too much, or is he just an a**?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-1576181285097751044</id><published>2007-01-22T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:27:05.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The year from hell</title><content type='html'>I knew 2006 would bring change.  The end of 2005 wasn't so good to me, so I was mentally preparing myself for disaster this year.  But damn, did it have to hit this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I explain?  I'll start with a hit &amp; run on the expressway one day going home from work.  Good thing I got the guys license plate.  He had the nerve to tell the cop that he traveled 2 miles down the road and pulled over, and waited for me.  Funny thing is I went down there, trying to follow him, and didn't see him.  So armed with his plate, and vehicle type, I contacted the State Patrolman.  That hit &amp; run costed his insurance company $1k, but that was also the 3rd accident my truck had been in within 1 year. &lt;br /&gt;Moving right along- I got offered a job in Cleveland, a great position taking on new challenges as manager, project manager, and some other tasks I had yet to get into.  So of course I accept, but the official paperwork doesn't go through until April.  The entire time, I'm thinking the job isn't going to go through, but when it does, I'm conflicted, because I realized I was leaving something important.  But situations being what they were, I couldn't continue staying there.&lt;br /&gt;I get back to Cleveland and within the 1st month, I find out that my aunt, the only elder with common sense in my family, has been diagnosed with a rare cancer and she passed away within 4 months.  During that time, my aunt in Chicago, who was in remission, developed Colon Cancer.  And to top all of that off- my mother may have breast cancer &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/sympathetic.gif" /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I'm driving along, minding my own damn business- and get side swiped by a big ass van.  Damages totaling close to $2k.......I was smart enough to get that plate too.....but my truck is once again FUCKED UP!&lt;br /&gt;So I feel like I'm all alone right now and I don't have anyone to lean on- no one to talk to- no one to vent to- no one to cry to... No body understands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-1576181285097751044?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1576181285097751044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=1576181285097751044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1576181285097751044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/1576181285097751044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-from-hell.html' title='The year from hell'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-2650945659440287080</id><published>2007-01-22T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:26:48.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>We are supposed to go out of town for the weekend.  My mother says to me, hey- why don't you ask my homegirl to ride with us.  I ask, and she's down for the trip. &lt;br /&gt;So today I say to my lovely mother, "Mother, my service engine light is on.  I am going to get it checked out, and depending on the problem and how much it costs me to get fixed are you willing to pay tolls &amp; gas?"  Her response: "Well, isn't Shonda going?  Can't she help out with gas?"  I'm confused, didn't we invite her to go on a family trip with us?  Is that trifling or what?  I mean, hey, come and visit my family with me, but I need you to help pay gas.  I could see if she offered to help pay some expense, since she is like family anyway- but to expect or demand she split the cost is just GHETTO!  My mother has some serious issues &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giddy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starting to make me regret my decision on negating my other "trip" to take this one..... I can't even revise my weekend.  I think he already has plans &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/clueless.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-2650945659440287080?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2650945659440287080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=2650945659440287080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2650945659440287080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/2650945659440287080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-7764417762747611526</id><published>2007-01-22T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:26:27.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fu*king Neighbors</title><content type='html'>God must be punishing me for all those loud nights in the upperclass dorm.  I remember it well!  Notes left in the bathroom asking politely to keep what goes on in the rooms quiet.  But I couldn't help it! I mean, how would you respond to the best sex you've ever had?  Which is why I moved out of the dorms, into an apartment.  But even then, moans and groans of passion couldn't be quieted. &lt;br /&gt;But those were moans and groans, and if that was what I had to deal with now, I wouldn't be as annoyed as I am right now.  Between my next door neighbors and the people upstairs, I am going to cuss someone out!  They need to learn to pad their headboards and get new mattresses, because that noise is unbearable!  It's so annoyingly bad that my 3 year old daughter refuses to sleep in her room because she thinks that their are monsters in her walls that are trying to get her.&lt;br /&gt;And IF it lasted for more than 5 or 10 mins, at least I wouldn't look at the guy the next day and laugh at the lack of stamina he has going.  But instead I pitty their wives for the sexual deprivation they must be feeling.  I mean, the love of my life is in a totally different state, but at least when I do get some I am full for about 2 weeks &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/artistic.gif" /&gt;.  I couldn't accept anything less than, well, what I'm used to (but I would never divulge details of our hot and heavy sessions &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/cool.gif" /&gt;).... I hate moving, especially since I'm trying to plan for so much more important stuff.  but I swear to you if they don't move the bed, pad the headboard, or something I'm going to go through the wall.  Better yet, on second thought- I'll just have to show them how it's really done.  That'll teach them, especially since I'm in a completely new interior building.  Why for the love of god didn't they make the walls thicker and floors padded?  Well, we'll see who gets the last laugh&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/amused.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-7764417762747611526?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7764417762747611526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=7764417762747611526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7764417762747611526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/7764417762747611526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuking-neighbors.html' title='Fu*king Neighbors'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730641882446005764.post-6859327016602236510</id><published>2007-01-22T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:22:11.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 2; Take 3; Take- NO that's ENOUGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So when is enough enough?  When do you finally say- I'm done!  It's over!  I don't want to be with you any more.  And why is it that when you say that, dude decides that he wants to straighten up and fly right?  Now he wants to give to you what you wanted while you were in the shit u called a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;So I was involved with a guy for about 1 year while I was in Bmore.  But he was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.  Long distance sucks!  But he was a good guy, so I thought.  He's someone that I'd known for years, and I really enjoyed the time that we spent together.  I also enjoyed the fact that when I traveled back and forth, I had free access to the home, the Lexus, the cash, and anything else I needed.  Who could ask for anything more?  ME!  Of course. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say to him, you know- what are we doing here?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are 30 something, I'm late 20's- I'm focused right now. I've made up my mind that I don't want to be involved with random dating and screwing around just because it's something to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says he feels me, and is on the same page.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He's too old for that shit too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, so COOL!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WRONG!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idiot asked me to set up his blackberry for him, and must have forgotten that I'm a technical bit*h!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I specialize in Computers, specifically software and I'm a hacker too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can break a motherfuc*in password in a heartbeat- if I wanted to.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So he's got all kinds of juicy messages, from multiple women and when I finally decide to confront him, he gives the excuses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I decide that I'm just not even going to deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not into him to the point where my life won't go on without him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So as of December, he was a done deal as far as I was concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I moved back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in April.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can somebody please explain to me why as of THIS DAY- does this man constantly send text messages, phone calls, emails- requsting that we see each other, dinner, movie, he wants to talk to me, to explain why things happened the way they did- but wants it to be face to face. HA!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dude- why do you think that I want your explanation NOW?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted an explanation back in DECEMBER!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't care fuc*ing less about you now, almost 1 year later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't have any motivation to go out of my way to see you- you disgust me, you dog as* bit*h as* PIG!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FU*K YOU and please stop calling me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Idiots like this are forcing me to really consider changing my number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;PMS is a bi*ch right now and EVERYONE is annoying me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4730641882446005764-6859327016602236510?l=lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6859327016602236510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4730641882446005764&amp;postID=6859327016602236510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6859327016602236510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4730641882446005764/posts/default/6859327016602236510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-2-take-3-take-no-thats-enough.html' title='Take 2; Take 3; Take- NO that&apos;s ENOUGH!'/><author><name>Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
