<?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-13904431</id><updated>2012-05-30T09:25:15.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to know why...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115746859899991469</id><published>2006-09-05T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:03:19.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now its time to say good bye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blogg over a year ago cause I felt like I had some things to get off my chest and I did that. Now I feel like I need to move on to the next chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to thank all the the people who read my blogg and commented, I appreciate everyone’s advise.  I also want to thank the Bloggers that I have had the pleasure of meeting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden, Organized noise&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; (just to name a few) you guys are great and I consider all of you friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be checking up on all of you from time to time to see what’s up. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;msnhim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115746859899991469?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115746859899991469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115746859899991469' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115746859899991469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115746859899991469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-its-time-to-say-good-bye_05.html' title='Now its time to say good bye....'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115645244017814871</id><published>2006-08-24T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:57:47.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on the brain… yeah I know big surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I was sitting around thinking about some the things that I haven’t done sexually that I would like to try, like sex in a public place for example and elevator Ala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fatal Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, when it dawned on me, how would people I know view me if they new the things that went on in my bedroom. For example you find out that your friend was in a threesome, does that change how you see that person now? I mean Im sure by freaky standards Im pretty tame but what if I wasn’t. Will people now look at me differently? And really what is the fasination with the sex lives of others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115645244017814871?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115645244017814871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115645244017814871' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115645244017814871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115645244017814871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-on-brain-yeah-i-know-big-surprise.html' title='Sex on the brain… yeah I know big surprise'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115617219321185126</id><published>2006-08-21T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:56:33.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One-sided love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving someone that doesn't love you is like reaching for a star, you know you'll never reach it, but you just got to keep trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1inthesame’s&lt;/span&gt; last post and then I came across this quote. To me it was too much of a coincidence so I thought I’d write about my own one-sided love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was everything I wanted in a man. Spontaneous, Romantic, ambitious etc. With one fatal flaw… he wasn’t in love with me. Now, notice I said in-love, cause I know that he had love for me but being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with someone and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving &lt;/span&gt;them is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I thought I was doing everything as a girlfriend I was supposed to. I was sweet, supportive, spontaneous and loving. I thought we were perfect together but for reasons that I am still unsure of to this day things change. I could tell in his eyes that the “love” was gone and even though he kept telling me the contrary I knew what I felt in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with him on the contrary it made me want him more. I guess it’s the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting what you can’t have&lt;/span&gt;” scenario. God, did I try and try with him but sadly my love wasn’t enough. That experience left a sort of whole in my heart to this day and although I found the love I was looking for in someone else I still wonder why he couldn’t love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever love someone you know didn’t love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115617219321185126?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115617219321185126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115617219321185126' title='78 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115617219321185126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115617219321185126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-sided-love.html' title='One-sided love'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>78</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115583034429779848</id><published>2006-08-17T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:59:04.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Drama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Last night I had to go through a touch of drama Here is the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went left her son with me cause she was going on a trip today. No problems there but last night a get a phone call from his father asking to speak with him, still no problem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;side note: My nephew didn’t want to speak with him but I thought he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;just so that his father knew he was ok&lt;/span&gt;) After about 10min I hear my nephew say “ Its 8:30 and I’m in my PJ’s I’m not going down now” So to that I tell him “ your not going down now”. So apparently Psycho ( as he will be known for the rest of this post) tells him to get dress and come down, to this my nephew tells him “my aunt said I can’t go so im not going”.  Now I decided to nip this in the bud so I get on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: he’s not going down now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psycho: What the fuck you mean he’s not coming down? tell him I said to get dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note: now I was trying to be nice, stay neutral but this ass was messing with the wrong one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: What part didn’t you FUCKING understand? The he’s not or going down? Do you need me to say the shit is Spanish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now where going back and forth with some severe choice words till I got fed up and hung up on him. Do you believe this MF came to my House?!!! Oh Hell NO!!!  Now I wanted to just call the cops and be done with it but my husband was having none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband: What the fuck is your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psycho: I want my son, ya’ll cant keep him Im his father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband : He aint going not where so your wasting your fucking time ( followed by a shuv) Get the fuck away from my door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Psycho scurried his as off. To make sure that he didn’t return I let him know that I was calling the cops. Ok can I just tell you the cops showed up at my house an 1/1/2 later! So much for the NYPD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to keep my nephew indoors for the next few days so that Psycho doesn’t tryto snatch him off the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must people bring drama to my door???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115583034429779848?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115583034429779848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115583034429779848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115583034429779848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115583034429779848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-drama.html' title='Why the Drama?'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115558555018585922</id><published>2006-08-14T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:01:19.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A party, the ex-wife and MIKE oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend was my husband's god-daughter's graduation/off to college party. If you’ve read my blog you know that although there is no beef between me and the ex-wife there is very little conversation either. Well this pass weekend to my surprise she and I actually had several conversations….. I was taken aback a bit but it was cool and I left feeling like it was genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hand a palm reader at the party and everyone got their palm read. I can't lie I was a little skeptical at first but this lady told me things that she could not have known unless she was living in my head. Im still a little freak out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok can I just tell you the party was alcohol free for the most part aside from wine, sangria and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIKE's Hard LEMONADE&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, so Mike’s only has 5% alcohol in it so we deduced that the chances of getting twisted on Mike’s are slim. You would have to drink about 15 to get fucked up….. Not true you could get fucked up only drinking 7! Yeah I was tipsy by the 7th(I lost count after that)I realized this when I tried to push open a door clearly marked PULL. Yeah that’s when I new I had had enough of MIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good party and My husband got a chance to see his god-daughter before she left for college and I got to chit-chat with the ex. Were not friends but were clearly not enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115558555018585922?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115558555018585922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115558555018585922' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115558555018585922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115558555018585922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/party-ex-wife-and-mike-oh-my.html' title='A party, the ex-wife and MIKE oh my!'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115530926970825232</id><published>2006-08-11T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:14:29.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY MEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sorry!!!!Lots going on. My mind is to full with other stuff  to write but I left you this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you wish you were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 – 24 Old enough to know better but still too young to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was at work. Sadly I could see the buildings from my window. I remember everything about that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I start to beat the crap out of it until it gives me my goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the time, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. If you had to get a tattoo, where and what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have one, a butterfly on my stomach. I want a second one on my back, something that represents my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should say spanish though since mine is kind of faulty. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7. Do you know your neighbors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. What do you consider a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time away from the everyday, relaxing and enjoying myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9. Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really, but I think their interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Would you move for the person you loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;11. Are you touchy feely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;12. Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13. Dream job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;14. Favorite channels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBO, Showtime, cinemax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15. Favorite place to go on a weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To a restaurant for dinner and drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;16. Showers or bath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;17. Do you paint your nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get them done at the salon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;18. Do you trust people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, that’s why I have so few friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;19. What are your phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not being able to provide for my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20. Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d like another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;21. Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, that’s what bloggin is for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;22. Where would you rather be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;23. What makes you feel warm and safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lying in the arms of the man I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;24. Heavy or light sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a light sleeper… right Nicky and J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;25. Are you paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I act paranoid? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;26. Are you impatient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;27. Who can you relate to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;28. How do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No problem with interracial couples if you like it I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;29. Have you been burned by love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;30. What's your life motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live everyday as if you’re last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;31. What's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unpredictable- Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;32. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;33. Who was your last text message from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raquel, this morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;34. Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;35. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;White polo shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;36. Most recent movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Tucker must die…. Hey I took my daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;37. Name five things you have on you at all times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cell Phone, iPod, Bank Card, Lip Gloss and my Key’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;38. What color are your bed sheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black and white with a splash of red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;39. How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;40. What is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fingers and nuggets. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;41. What is your favorite town/city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;South Beach, MIAMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;42. I can't wait till...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can go HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;43. Who got you to join Blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicky and then she left…. Bitch!LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;44. What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rice and beans with pork chops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;45. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5’ 5” (barely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;46. Have you ever smoked crack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;47. Do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;48. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;49. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Charm and Wit …. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;50. Do you have A.D.D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nother &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amn &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;iet? ...Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;51. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;52. Current worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whether I will ever move out of New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;53. Current hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;54. Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 west trying on shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;55. Where would you like to travel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy, The Bahamas, Spain but I don’t like to fly so this won’t ever happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;56. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope out of New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;57. Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ham, egg and cheese on toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;58. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever is on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;59. Last person that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;60. Worst injury you ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dog bit me when I was six; loss some muscle in my leg… does that count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;61. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;62. What is your favorite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chocolate bars that the Catholic school kids sell that has almonds in it…. That’s my favorite. Does anyone know the name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;63. Favorite erogenous zone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The back of my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have a great Weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115530926970825232?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115530926970825232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115530926970825232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115530926970825232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115530926970825232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-meme.html' title='FRIDAY MEME'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115497284707040084</id><published>2006-08-07T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:52:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried, I really did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I just couldn't help it. Its like a car accident you don't want to look but you just have too! I sat there and I watched and even when I was mortified I still watched and I am planning to watch again.... Yes I saw the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor of Love season 2&lt;/span&gt;". I know, I know its crazy but I couldnt pry myself from the screen... I need help&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/13904431-115497284707040084?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115497284707040084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115497284707040084' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115497284707040084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115497284707040084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-tried-i-really-did.html' title='I tried, I really did!'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115435799001131136</id><published>2006-07-31T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:26:53.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Addiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;This topic is brought to you today by the Letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all came about because of a conversation with my husband about Cheating. WE went back and forth about the reasons people cheat and for the most part we can agree on the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Not getting the emotional needs met at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Not getting the physical needs at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. A combination of the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Or cause you know you wont get caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Now that was all fine and dandy but then he tried the whole “sex addiction” excuse…ala Eric Benet… oh hell no! I don’t care what people say I don’t by the whole sex addict thing. I think your just GREEDY!!!! If in fact sex is your drug and you have a beautiful woman like Halle Berry at home why aren’t you trying to jump her bones every chance you get… NOOO! You had to go outside to fill that addiction. PLEASE! Sell that shit some where else cause I ain’t buying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m sure that there are people out there that will claim to have a sex addiction and sadly some may really believe this but I feel for the most part people are trying to use this as yet another excuse to cheat and trying to gain sympathy by attaching a “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;medical condition&lt;/span&gt;” to it.  I may be wrong ,but hey it’s my blog. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;So what to you think of the whole “ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex addiction&lt;/span&gt;” thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115435799001131136?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115435799001131136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115435799001131136' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115435799001131136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115435799001131136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/sex-addiction.html' title='Sex Addiction?'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115392997280607946</id><published>2006-07-26T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:27:43.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly I had this conversation at work. Expierence Vs. Stamina. What's your preference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all things sex I think everyone has a preference. Whether it be bigger, thicker, longer or whatever you want what you want, but can a someone who is significantly younger than you be as good in bed as someone who maybe has a few more years to them. Do you want some one older who maybe doesn’t have the stamina he/she once had or do you want someone that can go all night but the sex is blaze.. Quantity or quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally want a “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;master&lt;/span&gt;” if you will. I want someone that knows exactly how to please even if that means it may take him a little longer to “regroup” as appose to someone with the stamina of a teenager but I would have to “tutor” In the various parts. Some women don’t mind teaching but for me I don’t want to go through all that. Maybe when I get older I be more incline to teach but for right now Im good being with some one that knows the ropes. Now don’t get me wrong Im sure that there are some “youngster”( if you will) that know what there doing, but for me I just naturally connect age with experience. Now this may be wrong but its my blogg and I'll say what I want. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex with someone significantly younger? What are the pros and cons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115392997280607946?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115392997280607946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115392997280607946' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115392997280607946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115392997280607946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/sex-education.html' title='Sex Education'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115376544630272186</id><published>2006-07-24T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:24:06.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post was inspired by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamcw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Organized Noise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;who was inspired by &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my kids and my husband I love them everyday and I know my family knows how much I love them, but today I want to tell my sisters (by Choice) just mow much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you in college the first day and we were always cool but the year you started working here is when we really connected. As you know things were all kinds of crazy with my life. I told you things I have never told any one, including my husband and you didn’t judge, you just listened. I’ll never forget that. You where there when things were great and cause for celebration but you were also there when I had lost all hope and desire to continue. You were there to give comfort even when I couldn’t be comforted.  I love you do death baby sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you at work and from the first day we hit it off. It wasn’t to long after we were sharing in-law horror stories. You were the friend I didn’t expect. I didn’t know that I would come to trust and love you like my sister. You have been the “voice of reason” when I didn’t really want to hear it and the accomplice when I needed you to have my back. Always available and never judge-mental you are the person I go to for Life experience. You are the shoulder to cry on and the ear to listen and for that you will always have my loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share a bond with you two that I will never share with anyone. You two are my sisters; know that I will always be here for you and that I love you guys with all my heart!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115376544630272186?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115376544630272186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115376544630272186' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115376544630272186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115376544630272186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love you !'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115340927452924899</id><published>2006-07-20T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:27:54.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weapon of choice.... SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are not many things I can do to really piss my man off… He is very mellow and not easily bothered by most things but when I really want to pissed him off and get my way I withhold sex. Now as much as I like sex I have been called a Nun in training for my ability to go long periods of time with out it. Its not something I do all the time but when I really want him to see just how angry I am I do things that get him excited ( like sleeping with no panties)  then I tell him I’m not in the mood. Is it wrong?Maybe, but after 13 years together he still caves every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s you weapon of choice to get your way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115340927452924899?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115340927452924899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115340927452924899' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115340927452924899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115340927452924899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-weapon-of-choice-sex.html' title='My weapon of choice.... SEX'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115323229576483349</id><published>2006-07-18T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:18:15.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of The EX.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It almost always happens. You break-up with someone and you both go your separate ways and then as if by fate you bump into each other and for some reason start talking about old times.  For the most part you’ve moved on and he’s moved on but there is always that ex that you never quite got over. This is the return of the ex. I was so in love with him. Our relationship ended without warning. There was never a “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its over&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets just be friends&lt;/span&gt;” It kinda just went away. I can honestly say that I never really fought for the relationship; it was just so complicated(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one day I'll post about it&lt;/span&gt;)  that I really couldn’t deal with but it was also full of love and laughter…. He had a smile that could always make me happy no matter what was going on in my life. I don’t regret much in my life cause I believe everything is a learning experience but I regret not taking that phone call, not fighting to make our relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him not to long ago and he still has that smile that makes my heart melt but were different people now. If you look closely you can still see remnants of the loving couple we were. I loved him so much then and today I love him still. Why? I don’t know I just do.  My life is just starting to be what I want it to be  and to some degree I own it all to that encounter. That encounter made me wonder about the choices I made in my life and I even second-guessed myself many times but what I have now is everything I want. I’ll always love him, of that I’m sure and I will never forget all that we shared but where I am today is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever second guess the life you  have now with the life you could have had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever still felt a connection with an ex? If so how did you deal with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115323229576483349?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115323229576483349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115323229576483349' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115323229576483349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115323229576483349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-of-ex.html' title='The Return of The EX.'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115288552984780261</id><published>2006-07-14T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:04:50.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecent proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I happen to catch this on cable the other night and it got me to thinking about how much I have change my view on this issue. This movie came out around the time my husband and I got together and I remember having this long discussion with my friends when ask would I have sex with someone for a million dollars even if I was married. Then, I said no…. well actually I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt; I love my man and that would cause so many problems and its just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I see things very differently. Would I do it today provided all safety measure were taken yes here’s why. I’ve learn through my relationship with my husband that love is love and sex is sex. Can you have sex completely devolve of any emotional ties … yes. My heart belongs to him. This act would be just about my body and over in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it would always hang over our heads and may even be the source of some friction but I doubt it! The beauty of my relationship with my husband is that we are always honest and open about everything in our relationship…… and if he leaves I’ll at least have a million dollars !&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a Great Weekend!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115288552984780261?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115288552984780261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115288552984780261' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115288552984780261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115288552984780261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/indecent-proposal.html' title='Indecent proposal'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115271957409124977</id><published>2006-07-12T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:52:54.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people collect baseball cards others collect stamps I collect shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people may say that I have one to many shoes But do people say that about collecting stamps? I don’t think so. I love s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoes (read Heels) and more important l love sandals. The higher the heel the sexier the shoe in my opinion. I like strappy sandals a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd I love colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I am that chick that wears heels on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; regular. I am the one at the Bar-b-q with the 3 in heels. I can’t help it. I feel my sexiest in heels and I am a slave to fashion, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wear shoes that are uncomfortable as long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as they look good. I realize that I have a bit o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f an addiction but it makes me happy! My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends know this so for my birthday what did th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ey get me? A pair of 3 1/4 in hot pick shoes (see B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elow) it was the best birthday I ever had j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ust based on the shoes! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4678/1241/1600/DSC01156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4678/1241/320/DSC01156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant always afford the shoes I like and I accept that but it’s my only vice!  My name is Msnhim and I’m a shoe addict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115271957409124977?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115271957409124977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115271957409124977' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115271957409124977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115271957409124977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-people-collect-baseball-cards.html' title='Some people collect baseball cards others collect stamps I collect shoes.'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115256590040614310</id><published>2006-07-10T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:15:21.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G String- THE REPOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was searching my archives hoping I'd be inspired to post when I came across this post.... I thought I'd share it with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Originally Posted August of 2005&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ,so I have worn a G-String/thong on the occasion when I am "dressing" the part for my man but I have never worn one longer than 10-20- minutes tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wedding this weekend and I had this oh so sexy dress but one problem, its so form fitting that my regular granny panties (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't laugh cause I love them&lt;/span&gt;) don't look right under the dress, major panty lines, so I figure I'll just go panty free right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made sense but then I starting thinking about my Mom and how she always said to make sure you have on good underwear in case your ever in an accident and have to be taken to the hospital. I mean if that happens they would think I was some type of loose chick cause I am walking around with no underwear so I decide I will just ware a g-sting to be on the safe side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! What the hell was I thinking and why didn't someone tell me that shit is so uncomfortable. I know a lot of women who swear by them, that will only wear that type of underwear. Is it something you have to get use to??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at the wedding (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking all kinds of sexy by the way&lt;/span&gt;) and all I can think about is that I have a string up my butt. I could not even enjoy myself cause it was so irritating. I contemplated going to the ladies room and taking It off but I kept hearing my mothers voice " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;always make sure you have good underwear on...&lt;/span&gt;" I can't take it. I sat there for five hours just trying to take my mind of the dam thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I wasn't even in the door yet and I was taking that shit off. I don't know how you ladies do it but I think I will stick with my granny panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{LMAO.......  Comfortably rocking My granny panties.}  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115256590040614310?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115256590040614310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115256590040614310' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115256590040614310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115256590040614310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/g-string-repost.html' title='G String- THE REPOST'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115212204644946627</id><published>2006-07-05T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:54:06.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Sex Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stole this  from Organized Noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, yes and Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, but I've come pretty close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, cause My husband is a bit of a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, But I have After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before, during and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Then again who hasn’t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes. Who hasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUCK UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk dirty to me, but dont get crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes,I have three kids ... DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. EVER MASTURBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. HOW BOUT A 3-SOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah a few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRISING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With an ex. We were having sex in the basement and I was up against a wall with shelve's .. well things got a little heated and things from the shelve's started falling on our heads.... we didnt stop but it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How old were you when you lost your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will take the fifth on this. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU THINK THAT number 18 IS POSSIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey you never know. Sike!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WOULD U HAVE SEX WITH THE PERSON THAT POSTED THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like O to much to break his heart! LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115212204644946627?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115212204644946627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115212204644946627' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115212204644946627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115212204644946627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-sex-meme.html' title='A little Sex Meme'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115193541564590529</id><published>2006-07-03T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:11:12.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just based on the Physical....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was reading a post by Organized Noise's  and he mention how when he passes women he puts then in two categories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah I do Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to think, do most men do this? I mean think about it, if you pass 20 guys in a day you have now been evaluated 20 times….. So would I be upset that I was check- out by 20men? Not really unless I learned I was in the Hell No category, that shit would piss me off! ( LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t blame men for this cause to be honest; I do this with men all the time. If I’m in the elevator with them or we pass each other at the store best believe that I am checking him out and put him in one of two categories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah he could get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hell No! Not Even with some one else’s P***Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Sorry to be a bit vulgar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question today is what Physical attribute tips the scales of choice to what category you  put the opposite sex in ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me a nice smile and a set of really nice of arms (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Extra points if you have a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;)  can get you into the first category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it for you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115193541564590529?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115193541564590529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115193541564590529' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115193541564590529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115193541564590529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-based-on-physical.html' title='Just based on the Physical....'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115159747034172988</id><published>2006-06-29T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:11:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You don’t fall for your booty call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a friend who has this booty call right in her building (damn that just to close) but I have a sneaking suspicion that she has fallen for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;/span&gt; She talks about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B.&lt;/span&gt; She keeps trying to convince me that she has not fallen for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, you never fall for your booty call!!!!!!! Ever!!!  That’s a recipe for DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115159747034172988?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115159747034172988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115159747034172988' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115159747034172988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115159747034172988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-dont-fall-for-your-booty-call.html' title='You don’t fall for your booty call'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115135255888109284</id><published>2006-06-26T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:10:27.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well my girls graduated last Week, it was very emotional. My babies are growing up * sob* so since they did so well in school we decided to get them cell phones with the promise from them that they wouldn’t abuse it… can I just tell you that I gave them the phone on Wed by Fri I had to take it away from my oldest!!!!! I swear she had it glued to her ear from WED to FRI….. She got it back this morning we the warning the next time would be longer/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended my husbands god daughters graduation. We got there late cause we got lost of course, then we ALL set out to dinner. Me, my Husband, His ex wife , her new husband and her entire family. Now I know this sounds weird and to be honest with you it is. There’s no beef between her and I and yet we cant seem to say anything other than hello and goodbye to each other. I sat there and conversed with her entire family and it was cool but her and I …. We just don’t seem to have anything to say to each other. Its sad cause the more we get together the less we have to say. My husband and her husband get along great by the way. He thinks I should break the ice and start conversation but to be honest other than him we really don’t have something in common that would start conversation ( i.e work in the same field, Kids, Mutual friends Etc) . I feel that since this is her family, her comfort zone it should be up to her to break the ice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115135255888109284?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115135255888109284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115135255888109284' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115135255888109284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115135255888109284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduations.html' title='Graduations'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115074680572670616</id><published>2006-06-19T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:53:25.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;You have a sexual IQ of 120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/brain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, you are a super genius.  You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it.  You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=38"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I already Knew This!!!! LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115074680572670616?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115074680572670616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115074680572670616' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115074680572670616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115074680572670616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/sex-iq.html' title='Sex IQ'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115048178671231896</id><published>2006-06-16T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:32:15.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Blocked ... so you get this list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Taken a picture naked? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Painted your room? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Drove a car?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;6. Have a crush?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Been dumped? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;8. Stole money from friend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Been in a fist fight? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;11. Snuck out of your house? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddly Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;13. Been arrested?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;14. Made out with a stranger?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;18. Ditched work to do something more fun?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;20. Seen someone die? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, Thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;21. Been on a plane? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes and hated every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;22. Kissed a picture? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not since 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;26. Made a snow angel? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;27. Played dress up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;29. Been lonely? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;31. Been to a club? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;32. Felt an earthquake?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;33. Touched a snake?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;34. Ran a red light? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes...but it wasn't my fault! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;35. Been suspended from school? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope I was a good girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;36. Been late to work everyday for a month? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never been late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;37. Been in a car accident? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No and I hope to never be in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;38. Hated the way you look? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;39. Witnessed a crime? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;40. Pole danced? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No But Im dying to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;41. Been lost?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes... Thanks Nicole. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;43. Felt like dying?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;45. Ever peed on yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOt that I can remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;46. Sang karaoke? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No but Ive been to a Karaoke bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;47. Done something you told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;rself you wouldn't? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;48. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;50. Kissed in the rain? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;51. Sing in the shower? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;52. Made love in a park? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, but I came pretty close. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;54. Glued your hand to something? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;57. Been a cheerleader? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;58. Sat on a roof top? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell no...thats just nasty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I watch them alone and in the dark. I LOVE scary movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;61. Played chicken? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yeah on occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;64. Broken a bone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;65. Been easily amused? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes...hell, I amuse MSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;66. Laugh so hard you cried? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;68. Cheated on a test? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;70. Slept naked? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No But I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;72. Have you ever snuck into a movie?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Umm..... Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;74. Played a prank on someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;76. Made love to anything not human? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;77. Failed a class? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;81. Do you celebrate the 4th of July? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;82. Thrown strange objects? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;83. Felt like killing someone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;84. Thought about running away? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;85. Ran away? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes i was 16 and I was gone for 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;86. Did drugs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.. I already told you I was  a GOOD GIRL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;87. Had detention and not attend it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;88. Been a bully? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah but I was sorry after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;89. Made a parent cry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;90. Cried over someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;92. Dated someone more than once? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;93. Have a dog? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;94. Own an instrument? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;95. Been in a rap or singing group? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;96. Drank 10 sodas in a day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;97. Broken a cd? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;98. Shot a gun? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;99. Had sex with more than one person in a weeks time? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;100. Laughed so hard you farted?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No&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/13904431-115048178671231896?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115048178671231896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115048178671231896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115048178671231896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115048178671231896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-blocked-so-you-get-this-list.html' title='Im Blocked ... so you get this list'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-115031893215238441</id><published>2006-06-14T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:02:12.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When did they grow up?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Two of my girls are graduating next week so I took my oldest to get her graduation dress, She’s only 11 but she’s already my height, she can where a woman’s size but she is still very much a litte girl so finding a dress that was appropriate has been a challenge. Well yesterday we found on we both liked and as she was trying it on I had tears in my eyes cause she has grown so much in the last few years. I remember when she was a baby, she would pop her head above the bumper pad in her crib and check to see who was around… it was so funny….. It was just an eye surrounded by this head full of hair. LOL now she’s talking about riding the bus alone and wanting a cell phone…. I can’t take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle one or Ms diva as we call her is also graduating. With her it’s a little different cause if you look at her she looks about 8 but she’ll be 11 next month ( Yeah I have irish twins so what LMAO)  She would like the kind of dress her sister has but will have to settle for something more suitable to her body frame. She is talking of cell phones and the kind of boy she likes . WTH? When did she stop sleeping with a blanky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tell you I am soooo not ready for these girls to grow up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-115031893215238441?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/115031893215238441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=115031893215238441' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115031893215238441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/115031893215238441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-did-they-grow-up.html' title='When did they grow up?????'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114986496760216034</id><published>2006-06-09T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:56:07.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que ViVa Puerto Rico!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4678/1241/1600/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4678/1241/320/images-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In honor of this  being the un-official Puerto Rican Weekend I decided to repost  this ......Have a great Weekend!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am Puerto Rican , I swear!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok let me explain, I was born and raise in New York. My Parents are both from Puerto Rico. So Even though I was born here I consider myself Puerto Rican. I love my culture, I can hold my own on that dance floor as far as Salsa is concerned and my spanish is not so bad considering my parents only spoke to us in english, but there are somethings that some people consider the mark of a true Puerto Rican and here I tend to fall short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So here it is for all the world to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. I don't like Pastelles or alcapurias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. I don't eat mangos or kenepas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. I don't eat Monfogo or sankocho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. I don't eat Flan or Farina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. I don't drink Mavi or Coco Rico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Side Note: ( not sure I spelled these right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The list could go on and on but these are some of the few that my hispanic and even non-hispanic friends tend to flip out about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your not Puerto Rican&lt;/span&gt;" thats what I get every time we have the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I feel like I have to go into defense mode to prove my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Puertoricaness-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  ( i know thats not a word but its my post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So just cause I  prefer cheese cake  to flan doesn't mean I am not Puerto Rican, I just hate FLAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So what do people expect you to eat according to you race that you just don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I cant be alone in this...&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/13904431-114986496760216034?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114986496760216034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114986496760216034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114986496760216034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114986496760216034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/que-viva-puerto-rico.html' title='Que ViVa Puerto Rico!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114977589559572169</id><published>2006-06-08T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:11:35.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know its not a real post but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys is it me or was blogger was acting crazy yesterday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well work is kicking my ass this week but I wanted to leave you something to read. I stole this from Honey-Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could be doing what you really want to be doing for a living, what would it be? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d be an actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could slap the shit out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;President Bush, Paris Hilton, Tom Cruise… Oh you meant one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putting my trust in the wrong person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give up one for a year: (good) sex or (good) music. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m gonna have to go with out the music… I can hum. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a great sense of humor? Ladies, nice tits &amp; ass or common sense? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common sense…  I can always fix the other parts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in The Bahamas. You're sitting at the bar on the beach. Which blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That’s like asking me to choose between my kids… I can’t pick just one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (and don't defer to your current signif other either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip...which 5 CDs do you bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1The Miseduation of Lauryn Hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Kem – Album II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Salsa Mix CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Dance Music Mix CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Hip-hop mix CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your biggest insecurity? Which one? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I’ll never feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What's the first blog you read every day...or however often you read them? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Own… I have to see what my peeps think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you peed your pants? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first paycheck? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first Kiss… definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have kids? Want kids? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Have kids and I love them to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch ass boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls over an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come fwd...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would tell for FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ll say Eyebrows cause I can always draw them on. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What makes you angry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liars, Lying and Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What makes you horny? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liquor, kissing, conversations about sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes you nervous? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My children’s future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes you smile? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family and Friends (including my blogger buddies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll have a real post tomorrow.. Happy Thursday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114977589559572169?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114977589559572169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114977589559572169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114977589559572169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114977589559572169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-its-not-real-post-but.html' title='I know its not a real post but....'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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-13904431.post-114925530420058763</id><published>2006-06-02T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:35:04.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll know I had to go there.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all talk about this but are we ever really honest? How many sex partners have you had? I know when I got with my man I made it my business to ask this question for my own protection of course but I think every one should ask this question of their mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the grey area of “bad sex” not counting cause it was bad or a quickie not counting cause it’s a “quickie. WHF? I heard that whatever the actual number is your suppose to subtract 3 or something like to preserve your rep but why? Why cant we just say I’ve been with X amount of people without getting the dirty looks or fear of feeling like people are seeing you different now. What is in a number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you always tell the truth about your number? And if not why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114925530420058763?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114925530420058763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114925530420058763' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114925530420058763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114925530420058763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/yall-know-i-had-to-go-there.html' title='Ya&apos;ll know I had to go there.......'/><author><name>Msnhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372708762864147427</uri><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>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
