<?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>2012-01-25T20:12:18.284-05:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><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>100</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='71 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>71</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114917065786676710</id><published>2006-06-01T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:07:05.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its My Bloggerversary... I missed you guys!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Can you Believe It's been a year since I started Blogging?&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;Hello blogger buddies sorry about my hasty exit but I needed to get a few things in my life in order. I decided that I needed to put “Me” first for a change. So in my effort to get back in touch with “me” I decided that there were many aspects of my life that I wasn’t completely happy with so I decided to tackle each one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By most people standard I would be considered “chunky” but my standards I see myself as TOO CHUNKY. So I decided that its time to take control of my body and what I put into it….. No more Cheese cake, no more Bacon, egg and Cheese and Light on the rice. I am happy to say that with working out and watching what I eat I am down 8 pounds (go me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My personal Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If shit don’t work there is not reason to keep trying to fix it.(nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My business life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my job but I am so not killing my self and I think I need to step up my game, so its back to school for me. I’m looking into a few places and hopefully by September I’ll be a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putting in the me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start taking time to just “BE”….. without all the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what have I missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114917065786676710?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114917065786676710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114917065786676710' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114917065786676710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114917065786676710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-my-bloggerversary-i-missed-you.html' title='Its My Bloggerversary... I missed you guys!!!!!!'/><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114770210256668630</id><published>2006-05-15T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:08:22.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to get my head straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be taking a short break for blogging..... to many things going on...... I need to get myself together.... I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&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/13904431-114770210256668630?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114770210256668630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114770210256668630' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114770210256668630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114770210256668630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-to-get-my-head-straight.html' title='I need to get my head straight.'/><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-114736996063343377</id><published>2006-05-11T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:54:44.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you past the ORAL exam ???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going through my archives and I came (no pun intended LOL) to an old post entitled DOWN TOWN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think, how "good" are you ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of women love to have their man go down on them but do you go down on him? I believe in reciprocation so as long as you take care of me I will take care of you but there are many women that would disagree. Some women, like men think its nasty or disgusting or whatever but if your in a relationship with someone (I think this is something saved for someone your serious about) what’s the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you past the oral?????????????????&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/13904431-114736996063343377?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114736996063343377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114736996063343377' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114736996063343377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114736996063343377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/would-you-past-oral-exam.html' title='Would you past the ORAL exam ???????'/><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-114719937124280308</id><published>2006-05-09T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:47:54.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT’S A BOY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;t seems yours truly will be getting another child. Let me give you the back-story…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Older sister has been having a few problems with my 15-year-old nephew. To start He has had several problems with her new husband, He has a girlfriend that’s apparently bad news and he has taken to cursing out his mother. Now he has had a VERY rough childhood but there is never an excuse to disrespect his mother. And believe me I have made that clear to him and everyone else evolved but what my sister was going to do TO ME is never the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that she had enough of my nephews crap she was going to put him in a boys home. So this being my nephew I just couldn’t let that happen….. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did nothing so of Course I offered to take him in once school is over at the end of June. {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHF?&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never had a teenager so I don’t know what to look forward to but I know that I couldn’t let her just give up on him. Well its been hard enough for me to digest that decision but it seems that now everyone else in my family has an opinion on how I should raise him (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOLD UP&lt;/span&gt;) I don’t remember anyone else stepping to the plate when he was going to be sent away, now that I agreed to keep him you want to tell me how to raise him…… if your ideas are sooooo good why didn’t &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;step to the plate with an offer to raise him????????????? Why is it always easy for others to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; what you need to do???????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love my nephew and I really want to help but this may be a bit much for me. Wish  me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Any tips or advise on dealing with a teenager is much appreciated.&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/13904431-114719937124280308?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114719937124280308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114719937124280308' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114719937124280308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114719937124280308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-boy.html' title='IT’S A BOY!!!!!!'/><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-114683403129433438</id><published>2006-05-05T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:05:11.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cinco De Mayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey,  lets celebrate like the Mexicans...... its time to get your drink on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4678/1241/1600/long%20drink%202.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/long%20drink%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114683403129433438?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114683403129433438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114683403129433438' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114683403129433438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114683403129433438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cinco De Mayo!'/><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-114666647953179072</id><published>2006-05-03T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:27:59.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex On Demand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In any relationship there are months of free flowing sex and there are months were you experience droughts. For whatever the  reason at some point you and your partner may not be sexually in sync.  I have my moments when sex is all I think about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;say the last few months, if you‘ve kept up with my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and then there are times when I don’t even want my husband in the same room with me let alone in my bed. Trying to get through these times is both difficult for him as well as for me…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your in a relationship do you ever feel obligated to have sex? Would you have sex even if you weren’t in the mood?&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/13904431-114666647953179072?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114666647953179072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114666647953179072' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114666647953179072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114666647953179072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/sex-on-demand.html' title='Sex On Demand?'/><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-114649932279798600</id><published>2006-05-01T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:02:02.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds of SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had this conversation years ago with a friend of mine. She was in her first serious relationship and the topic of being VOCAL during sex came up. It seems her man was asking the standards “does it feel good?”- "do you like that? “ etc.  I think all of this kind of caught her of guard cause she was a little confused. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think .... I can be pretty vocal during sex. Now I’m not saying that I am screaming at the top if lungs(that only happened a few times LOL) but when its right I want to let my man know that I am enjoying what he’s doing and I love to have it reciprocated …. Who doesn’t want to know your doing your thang!!!! There is nothing worse than "quite sex". That's only OK when your trying to slip in a "quickie" at  your parents house. LMAO........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today’s question is where do you draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I like a little “dirty talk” but with limits. Any attempt to try and degrade me will get your shit in a vice grip the “jaws of life” couldn’t help you out off, but that’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How vocal are you in bed? What are your limits?&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/13904431-114649932279798600?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114649932279798600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114649932279798600' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114649932279798600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114649932279798600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/05/sounds-of-sex.html' title='The Sounds of 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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114616046858504510</id><published>2006-04-27T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:34:34.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever had a one night stand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I attempted to have a one- night- stand 13 years ago with the man who is now my husband but I guess since we began dating and moved in together shortly after that it doesn’t really count. It would seem from people that I have spoken to that its really no big deal.. I guess between consenting adults anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Like I said Ive never had a one night stand so I don’t know the rules but I am really interested in a few things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it work? I mean I KNOW how it works but do you agree before the deed that it’s a one-night stand or do you decide afterward that it was a one-night-stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about One-night-stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a One-night-stand? If not would you? If so would you do it again?&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/13904431-114616046858504510?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114616046858504510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114616046858504510' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114616046858504510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114616046858504510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-you-ever-had-one-night-stand.html' title='Have you ever had a one night stand?'/><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-114597492659970055</id><published>2006-04-25T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:51:50.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you so much for the birthday wishes!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well today 's my Anniversary  13 years is a long time !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miami was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in every sense of the word but I have to catch up at work so i'll post about that tomorrow. Im going to try to post a few pics too( wish me Luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See ya soon!!!&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/13904431-114597492659970055?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114597492659970055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114597492659970055' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114597492659970055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114597492659970055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='Im Back!'/><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-114539391380429959</id><published>2006-04-18T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:20:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down to my Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am off to Miami tomorrow to celebrate with my girlfriends! Who knows how much trouble we'll get into. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yours truly will be having a birthday on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY APRIL 24, 2006&lt;/span&gt;. Shout- out to all my fellow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAURUS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be back until Monday so bloggers be good and I may have some juicy stories to tell you about Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114539391380429959?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114539391380429959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114539391380429959' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114539391380429959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114539391380429959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/count-down-to-my-birthday.html' title='Count Down to my Birthday!!!'/><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-114536803782658006</id><published>2006-04-18T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:47:17.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How long is too long to stay mad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been known to hold a grudge. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m still not talking to chick from elementary that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;use to pick on me and that was over 20years ago&lt;/span&gt;. That’s an isolated case but when does one stop being mad and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend from high school and she and I were really close. As we got older and she got pregnant our relationship got closer. I took her to her first prenatal visit, helped her get WIC and was pretty much there for her through the drama with her sons father. When she met a new man I was happy for her. When things started to go sour with him I was the shoulder to cry on, the optimist. “I think you two can work this out” but when things got worse I was the protector, “don’t make the same mistake twice”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short our relationship ended because she chose the man over our friendship. I let her know she was wrong and that we would never be friends again. True to my word it has been about six years (shes in the process of a divorce) and I have never said another word to her even though we share some of the same friends, People tell me that it been too long and that I should get over it but believe it or not I’m still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s questions is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can you hold a grudge?&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/13904431-114536803782658006?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114536803782658006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114536803782658006' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114536803782658006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114536803782658006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-long-is-too-long-to-stay-mad.html' title='How long is too long to stay mad?'/><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-114502255851325115</id><published>2006-04-14T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:49:18.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ve all done it and some of us still do it, but where do you draw the line? I am by nature a flirt, its just imbedded in my DNA. I enjoy flirting and being flirted with. Who doesn’t like to feel like “you still got it”? Now I have always been known to flirt my way through situations for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was this leather jacket that I wanted but I didn’t want to pay full price for so after going back and forth with the guy and some light flirting he brought down the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do use my “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;powers&lt;/span&gt;” for good. LMAO.  But recently I had an encounter with someone I met at work. This guy stops by my office and walks out, as he’s walking out I thought he was lost so I asked him “can I help you?” He tells me that he works for security and that he is just checking the floor. Ok. So he leaves and about 10 minutes later he comes back and introduces himself and we begin conversation (i.e. How long have you been working here? what did you do before this ect.) Now this guy is FINE and he proceeds to flirt with me, And not to be outdone I flirted back, now this is all in good fun until he asked me if I had a boyfriend (LOL. oh did I forget to mention this BOY (sorry) is only 26) he actually thought he was older than me. So usually this is the part where I make it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CRYSTAL CLEAR&lt;/span&gt; that I have a husband and three kids and that usually puts the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KABOSH&lt;/span&gt; on it going any further, but I don’t know if it was the fact that he was fine or that I was a little tickled by the fact that he was interested in me but I actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DIVERTED&lt;/span&gt; he question! I cant say why I acted like I didn’t hear him I just figure I am never going to see this guy again so it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t expect to bump into this guy again but if I do rest assured that I will be letting him know that I am married and we can only be friends but has anyone ever found themselves in a similar situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings on flirting?&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/13904431-114502255851325115?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114502255851325115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114502255851325115' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114502255851325115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114502255851325115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/flirting.html' title='Flirting'/><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-114485048113474819</id><published>2006-04-12T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:03:32.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you told your partner everything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to be as honest as I can with the people in my life but there are some things that I keep to myself. My husband and I have always been able to talk about anything and everything but there were a few things in my pass that I really felt like I could not share with him. Why? I think I was afraid of his reaction. I didn’t want his opinion of me to change. Well to make a long story short on our Sundays mornings we usually spend most of the morning in bed talking about life and what not and the subject came up about stuff we did in the past and for whatever reason I felt like I could at that moment divulge something from my past… turns out my husband and I have had many similar experiences. His reaction to what I told him was not what I expected. He was more understanding that I ever thought he could be. He says it our destiny to be together cause we always seem to be on the same page. It reminded me why I’m still with him after almost 13 years. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question today is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything about your past you feel you just could not tell your partner? If not Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &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/13904431-114485048113474819?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114485048113474819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114485048113474819' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114485048113474819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114485048113474819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-you-told-your-partner-everything.html' title='Have you told your partner everything?'/><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114468021396942534</id><published>2006-04-10T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:43:34.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE----Two Truths and a lie- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. I was once involved in illegal gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True, I use to “payout” to people that won. Thank god I wasn’t around when the cops showed up. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. I have a secret crush on my brother-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lie. Not only do I not have a crush on him I can’t stand him. He is everything you never want in a man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. I have only had 5 boyfriends in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True. Although I dated a lot I only had 5 real boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thanks for playing 2 truths and a Lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Monday!!!!!&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/13904431-114468021396942534?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114468021396942534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114468021396942534' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114468021396942534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114468021396942534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/update-two-truths-and-lie-part-2.html' title='UPDATE----Two Truths and a lie- Part 2'/><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-114443372779031871</id><published>2006-04-07T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:27:53.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Truths and a lie- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1. I was once involved in illegal gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a secret crush on my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have only had 5 boyfriends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats the truth and whats the lie????&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/13904431-114443372779031871?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114443372779031871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114443372779031871' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114443372779031871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114443372779031871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-truths-and-lie-part-2.html' title='Two Truths and a lie- Part 2'/><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-114426463467569930</id><published>2006-04-05T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:20:51.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was tagged by LUVIN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10 qualities that make the perfect man to me are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Honest/Trustworthy - Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, without this you have nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Romantic- Always a must. I am a true romantic and there isn’t ever anything I deem “corny” when it comes to romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Spontaneity- There is nothing worse than routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Ambitious- I like a man that has goals. As long as those goals don’t interrupt our “ couple time”. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. A good sense of humor- A man that can make me laugh is always a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. Communicative- I need a man I can talk to that’s going to stimulate my mind not just my body. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7. Must love family/children- Speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Must be a great KISSER. I believe if the kiss is bad the sex will be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9. Sense of style- I love a man that likes to look good and smell good all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Love me- You have to really love me to be able to handle ALL OF ME. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tagg anyone but feel free to leave you  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114426463467569930?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114426463467569930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114426463467569930' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114426463467569930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114426463467569930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-10.html' title='My 10'/><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-114407872377546565</id><published>2006-04-03T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:49:40.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over sexed? I say No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been brought to my attention that lately my blogs focused has been mainly about sex. I disagree I don’t only talk about sex I do sprinkle in the sex part but I wouldn’t go as far as to say my blog is only about sex. It just happens that I enjoy sex and I enjoy talking about sex. Who was good, who was bad, and what I would love to try, but its not like I have these conversation by myself…. It would seem others are also interested I just happen to be the one bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a friend of mine while on the way to a sex shop (I was out of a few things. LOL) But I could see that she wanted to spill a few things but she look nervous… so I made it crystal clear to her that whatever she was into was her business and if she wanted to talk about it I wasn’t going to judge her … that’s just not my style.  Turns out what she’s into is nothing compare to other stuff I’ve hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sure that for the most part if you are in a relationship you feel comfortable talking about what you like with your partner but do you feel comfortable talking about it with your friends and I don’t mean the G rated version of the conversation I mean the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt; Rated version. The one were you would fully disclose you being into S&amp;M or something taboo like that.   So today’s question is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel comfortable talking to your friends about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt; rated version of  your Sexlife?&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/13904431-114407872377546565?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114407872377546565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114407872377546565' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114407872377546565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114407872377546565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/04/over-sexed-i-say-no.html' title='Over sexed? I say No!'/><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114373502824770318</id><published>2006-03-30T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:15:14.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not “Friendly Phil”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I get a lot a flack cause people think that I “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think Im the shit&lt;/span&gt;”. They assume that because when I get to my block, although I have lived there most of my life. I don’t really talk to the people that live in the building or even in the area. My husband or “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly Phil&lt;/span&gt;” as I like to call him says hi and talks to everybody. If were walking out our building and we have to pass 10 people on the way out he will say Hi to 10 people, I may say hi to 1. That doesn’t mean that I “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think Im the shit&lt;/span&gt;” it just means that I am not overly friendly with people that I don’t really know. &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 on to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly Phil&lt;/span&gt;… it urks me to no end that every time we are trying to go somewhere we bump into someone he knows and now he has to have the 30min conversation! Cant you just say Hi and keep it moving? &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;Another “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly Phil&lt;/span&gt;" habit I hate is how when ever we see a woman he knows he always greets the woman with “ Hey baby how you doing? WTF????????&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;The only “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;” you have is me (or one of your daughters) Don’t be getting these chicks comfortable with that whole “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;” bullshit cause they don’t realize your just being “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;” they think “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh he wants some of this&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG BIACH!!!&lt;/span&gt; He’s just to fucking friendly . &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 todays questions are&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;Have you ever been accused of “ thinking  you’re the shit”?&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;Do you have a “friendly  Phil” in your life and how to do deal with it?&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/13904431-114373502824770318?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114373502824770318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114373502824770318' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114373502824770318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114373502824770318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-friendly-phil.html' title='Im not “Friendly Phil”'/><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-114356190154689315</id><published>2006-03-28T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:00:03.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so on Friday we got together with some bloggers and one of my blogger buddies had a male friend with her who told us he was into S&amp;M. Now I’m curious about things I’ve heard of but haven’t been exposed so of course I had a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get into S&amp;amp;M?&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been doing this?&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the things you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Etc…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we got into details and he goes on to give examples of the stuff he’s done and I notice that my blogger buddies is nodding her head in agreement, Like she knows first hand. So now I am really dumb founded cause at first you think that this guys is just talking shit but now I was getting confirmation! They even agree that he is so skilled he cause my blogger buddies to pass out!!!! Not nod out , PASS out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little scary if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself don’t like pain with my pleasure, that’s not to say that I don’t have a little freak in me but my freak is tame in comparison to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you feelings on S&amp;amp;M?&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/13904431-114356190154689315?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114356190154689315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114356190154689315' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114356190154689315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114356190154689315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/sm.html' title='S&amp;M'/><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-114347568186162490</id><published>2006-03-27T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:08:01.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend- WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me a liquor just don’t mix. I had about 5 drinks and It was all good until the next day, I felt like I was still drunk! I don’t like the way that feels so I think I am going to take a break from the “Forbidden fruit” called Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with the bloggers was awesome as usual.  We drank, we laughed. We shook our asses on the dance floor! A good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why , why were these chicks at the lounge scamming on my girls? HELLO! We don’t get down like that,  keep that shit over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t we order any food at the lounge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Nicky and I (and our Husbands)  wait an hour or so to eat at RED LOBSTER? Why did I have the apple pie? I need to hit the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is build-a-bear so dam cute? I think I am going to take the girls back in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is on pause today so you’ll get a real post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13904431-114347568186162490?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114347568186162490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114347568186162490' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114347568186162490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114347568186162490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-why.html' title='The Weekend- WHY'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114314722914632417</id><published>2006-03-23T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:03:05.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A MEME  :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Sex Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. How old were you the first time?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name of your first- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Papo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Good or Bad? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name of the worst and why- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Papo, first time  nuf said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name of the Best and why- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Angel, I love the way he handles me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Weirdest place you ever had sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In a basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite position? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On top, I Like to be in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever fake and Orgasm? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you admit it if the person asked? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite time of day to have sex?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In the morning. I like to start my day with a bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most times you have had sex in one day?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Same person?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever fantasize about someone other than the one your with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Restrictions during sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Not many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Accessories? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Whipped Cream, Ice etc….&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;17. Done it in the rain? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wish. That’s one I’ve always wantted to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Done it  in a car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Had a Threesome? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Want to have sex now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Im thinking about it. LOL&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;I tag everyone on my bloggroll..... dont be shy. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114314722914632417?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114314722914632417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114314722914632417' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114314722914632417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114314722914632417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/meme.html' title='A 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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114286936048239309</id><published>2006-03-20T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:46:30.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIAR,  LIAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;When is a lie considered a Lie? If you tell me the sky is green and I let you believe that the sky is in fact green is that a lie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;See this is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; area of lying. If you tell me your going to the movies and something happens to where you don’t go to the movies, but then I mention the movie and you talk to me like you’ve seen it is that a lie? Could it be that you just don’t want to make me feel bad so you let me think what Iwant to think? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s a lie!!!! It’s a lie by omission but  its still a lie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;So which is worse. The out right “ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you I was at the movies and I wasn’t&lt;/span&gt;” Lie  or the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you thought I was at the movies so I let you believe that&lt;/span&gt;” Lie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Now, Im sure we’ve all told a “white lie” every now and then but when your caught in the lie don’t you think its time to fess up? Or do you make that worse by adding another lie? When someone lies to you do you blow it off or do you now wonder if everything they say is a lie?&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/13904431-114286936048239309?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114286936048239309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114286936048239309' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114286936048239309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114286936048239309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/liar-liar.html' title='LIAR,  LIAR'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114252304367362619</id><published>2006-03-16T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:34:02.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two truths and a LIE- UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. I stalked my husband a year before we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;True, I saw my husband at a party a year before I ever spoke to him and I would keep track of when ever he came to my block cause of the licenses plate of his car. We had mutual friends so I would find out where he was going to be hanging that night and make it a point to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;2. I was a phone sex operator a few years back to make extra money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lie, I don’t give good Phone Sex so I don’t think I could make any money off it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;3. I wont have sex on religious holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;True, I feel funny. Like the 1 major for me would be Good Friday. I just can’t get my freak on when I think off what Jesus went through for my sins. I know it sounds crazy but I cant do 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(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thanks for Playing Two truths and a LIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114252304367362619?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114252304367362619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114252304367362619' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114252304367362619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114252304367362619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-truths-and-lie-update.html' title='Two truths and a LIE- UPDATE'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114243651041851840</id><published>2006-03-15T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:56:38.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess, Two truths and a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I stole this from Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I stalked my husband a year before we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was a phone sex operator a few years back to make extra money.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wont have sex on religious holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats true and whats the lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-114243651041851840?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114243651041851840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114243651041851840' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114243651041851840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114243651041851840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/guess-two-truths-and-lie.html' title='Guess, Two truths and a lie'/><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-114226872519365343</id><published>2006-03-13T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:52:05.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When did my uterus become everybody’s business? I truly believe that the rudest question that anyone when has asked me is when they hear that I have 3 kids, the first thing that comes out of their mouths is “ your not having any more right?” WHF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the issues of my having kids become YOUR problem?????  I could see if I lived off the government &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not that there’s anything wrong with that)&lt;/span&gt; or I was contently asking people to baby sit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the only person that’s every really help with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids Is my MOM)&lt;/span&gt; Or I didn’t take care of my kids but that’s not the case. I bust my ass with my kids. I may not be able to give them everything that they want but I make they get everything they NEED even if I have to go with out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not gonna lie I have tossed the idea of having another child back and forth and I Haven’t, I repeat haven’t made up my mind but whether or not I decided to have a baby that’s between me and my Husband! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this?&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/13904431-114226872519365343?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114226872519365343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114226872519365343' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114226872519365343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114226872519365343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-baby.html' title='Another Baby?????'/><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-114193353163368759</id><published>2006-03-09T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:55:06.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo? why not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thykness.blog.com"&gt;Thykness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; suggested I do a post on what I like to call “solo sex”. Most people do it but not every one will admit, to it but why not? Who knows your body better than you? There is nothing wrong with masturbation. Sometimes you need to get yours off and there’s not man/women in the picture so you got to take care of yourself. Nowadays you can find so many “accessories” to help you along. LOL. I for one suggest women invest in the “rabbit” vibrator. This is almost better than the real thing cause afterwards you don’t have to make it breakfast!You just put that bad boy back in the nightstand for future use. LOL. Is it considered sex? I’m going to say no cause I think sex goes on between 2 people, but hell if it don’t feel just ass good!&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(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;So people  lets keep it real, how many of you Masturbate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Accessories: Yes or no and Why?&lt;br /&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/13904431-114193353163368759?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114193353163368759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114193353163368759' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114193353163368759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114193353163368759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/solo-why-not.html' title='Solo? why not!'/><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114174909627987677</id><published>2006-03-07T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:26:34.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, this seems to be my favorite subject lately. I was watching a rerun of Martin and it’s the episode where Martin and Gina agree to go with out sex for two weeks. The episode is hilarious by the way but on to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today’s topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can you go with out sex? I mean in a relationship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if your alone and sex isn’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;readily available that don’t count)&lt;/span&gt; I can honestly say that sex has been on my mind for a while now but I have now problem putting on the breaks, so much so that I have been accused of “practicing to be a nun”. Now I don’t know if it’s a man vs. woman thing but I think women can hold out longer then men. I have know scientific proof of this but when my man goes without for a long time (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to him anything longer than a few days&lt;/span&gt;) he is all kinds of cranky that everything seems to bother him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how long can you go with out SEX? &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/13904431-114174909627987677?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114174909627987677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114174909627987677' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114174909627987677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114174909627987677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-again.html' title='Sex Again?'/><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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114131137610039671</id><published>2006-03-02T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:56:16.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!!...... Circumcision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a sensitive issue for you men but I’m a little curious. How many of you are circumcised? I know this is an awkward topic but my friend’s man had this done yesterday and he is 25! I just wondered if your not already “cut” why do it now? I’m sure that there may be issues (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;some guys don’t take care of them selves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;) but to go get it done now… scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel different for them after the fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference as far as the women? Can you tell the difference between one that’s “cut” and one that's not? Do you have a preference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have your son circumcised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knowthis is weird but my friend brought it up and I thought I'd share it with my fellow bloggers&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/13904431-114131137610039671?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114131137610039671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114131137610039671' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114131137610039671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114131137610039671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch-circumcision.html' title='OUCH!!!!!...... Circumcision'/><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113216961645181239</id><published>2006-02-28T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:05:53.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry - just a meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I’ve been feeling a little under the weather these past few days and , Yes I am taking the easyway out with a meme but at least you have something to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1} Last thing you burned while attempting to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cake... I forgot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2} Describe yourself in three “s” words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sweet, Sassy, Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3} How long does it take you to get ready for your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;an hour more or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4} Favorite place to blow $50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nine West. I looooove shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5} How many people have you thought were “the one”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6} What is something that turns you off about your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ummmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7} What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;None. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8} What’s in your CD player/ipod right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A little bit of evrything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9} What celebrity would you have coffee with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ophra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10} What celebrity would you NOT have coffee with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tom Cruise - Im soooo sick of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11} What kind of toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Colgate with the breath strips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12} What time do you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;10:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13} Last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoodwinked.  What? I have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14} Last TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15} Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nicky &amp; J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16} Who in your family do you best get along with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; My Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17} Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I take the 5th on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18} What time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;10:54am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19} Are you planning a vacation/travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Miami in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20} When/Where was the last time you traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Puerto Rico last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21} How many times have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22} How old will you be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23} Where do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hopefully living happily in my own Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24} Sinful snacking weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Most Desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25} Rollercoasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hell Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26} Ever run out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27} Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Only when I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28} Ever been on a blind date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29} Ever been to Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30} What would you do if you could be the opposite sex for one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pee Standing up. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31} Would you tell anyone it was really you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32} Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33} Have a crush on anyone you work with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hell NO!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34} What is something you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35} What is something you fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Loosing a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36} Big or smaller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37} What is the worst physical or emotional pain you have ever experienced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I rather not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38} What is your favorite television show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39} Ever photoshopped yourself to look better in a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I didnt even know you could do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40} Tell us something about your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was a dancer from the time I was 8 til I was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41} What would it cost for you to flash the person next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;My Boss is a perv.... but How much you offering? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42} Best time to catch you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Midday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43} If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Home in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44} Most prized possession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;My Kids.. I know their not possesions but they are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45} Would you ever sell it/how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hell NO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46} What is one of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I eat when Im under stress/depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47} Favorite kind of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Butter Pecan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48} Coolest thing that happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Im still waiting for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49} What’s your favorite part of a Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Hour!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50} What would make you most happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;To go back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113216961645181239?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113216961645181239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113216961645181239' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113216961645181239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113216961645181239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-just-meme.html' title='Sorry - just a 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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114071055595313580</id><published>2006-02-23T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:05:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it me or do you notice that entering your thirties your brain tends to sway to and from SEX?Thinking about it, doing it, remembering it, reading about it….. It seems to be everywhere. I’ve always enjoyed sex but it wasn’t something that I put much thought into unless I was actually engaging in the act but is seem that now its all I think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;* I can’t even believe I just said that*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard when you hit your thirty’s or your “dirty thirty’s” as some call it you just want it all the time and I’m starting to think there may be some truth to that. I know most men, with the exception of some, want it all the time but is this the same case for women? Have you seen a shift in your sexual appetite as you get older?&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/13904431-114071055595313580?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114071055595313580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114071055595313580' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114071055595313580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114071055595313580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-sex.html' title='More 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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114053617859628605</id><published>2006-02-21T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:46:00.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was having this conversation with one of my friends yesterday. If you had the body would you be a stripper? Her answer was a definitive NO…. I think she was shock and surprised by my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had no other means of supporting myself, I’d do it. Now let me explain. Growing up I was taught that strippers were whores and that your suppose to love yourself and not flaunt all you got on stage. For the most part I thought this to be true but as I’ve gotten older and have met people that have been strippers at some point in there lives my opinion of this “profession” has change quite a bit. Yes there are some women who just like showing of there body and that’s why they do it but there are many that do it cause they have a need for fast cash. Some have children that they are supporting, some are putting themselves through college and though most people would say they could be doing other things, they are taking care of themselves with out the help of others including the GOVERNMENT. I can appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an opinion about strippers but unless you’ve walk in there “stilettos” I don’t think it’s our place to judge. Would I let my man go to a strip club…absolutely. I think women have the misconception that a strip club leads your man to cheat when the reality is if he is going to cheat he is going to do it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do I like male strippers? ….. Hell No. I’m actually turned off by them but that’s just me but if my man decided he wanted to strip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hold on I am laughing at the image in my head*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so be it..  so here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings about Stripping/strippers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I am still laughing at the image of my man strippin* ;-)&lt;/span&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/13904431-114053617859628605?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114053617859628605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114053617859628605' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114053617859628605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114053617859628605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/stripping.html' title='STRIPPING'/><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-114010332106014574</id><published>2006-02-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:22:01.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletons in the closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;We all have them, that secret that if it ever got out would turn your world upside down…. Some people have many and keeping all that under wraps is work in its self. We all try not to think about it in the hopes that it will just “go away” but those bastards have the habit of coming out eventually and at the worse time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;So today’s question are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you have any skeletons in your closet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you worry that they may get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so how does that affect the rest of your life?&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/13904431-114010332106014574?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114010332106014574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114010332106014574' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114010332106014574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114010332106014574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/skeletons-in-closet.html' title='Skeletons in the closet'/><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-114001669630306772</id><published>2006-02-15T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:18:16.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Jewelry and SEX.. Oh My</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So last week my man took me to see the Lion King on Broadway as my Valentine’s gift. Which by the way was great if you haven’t seen it go see it. So he receive a ZALES catalog and we were flipping through the pages I saw a necklace and bracelet that I really liked but since he had already taken me out to the show and to dinner I wasn’t going to ask for another gift. Well yesterday before we went out to eat ( my treat of course) he hands me a bag and guess what’s inside…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeah you guessed it the necklace and the bracelet!!!! I was sooooo happy that after dinner I model the set for him wearing nothing else ala Kate Winslet in Titanic….. And you know what happened next. LOL. So all in all not the Valentine’s Day I’ve always dreamed of but pretty DAMN good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How was your Valentine's Day??&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/13904431-114001669630306772?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/114001669630306772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=114001669630306772' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114001669630306772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/114001669630306772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinner-and-jewelry-and-sex-oh-my.html' title='Dinner and Jewelry and SEX.. 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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113986915353379993</id><published>2006-02-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:46:18.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For you …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I cherish your friendship. I have shared things with you I would never with anyone else. I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep thinking of you, wondering how you are, if you're all right and if you think of me. I’ve been told that time heals everything. I've come to believe time just makes things a little easier to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will accomplish your dreams with strength and pride. I want you to have the best of life. Please take care of yourself because I truly care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vanetine’s Day&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/13904431-113986915353379993?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113986915353379993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113986915353379993' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113986915353379993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113986915353379993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-you.html' title='For 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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113993433000116998</id><published>2006-02-14T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:39:43.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In honor of valentines day I chose to list some of my favorite SLOW JAMS, most Old but some New…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Very Special          -               Debra Laws&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sexual Healing       -              Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tender    Love        -              Force M.D.'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come Go With Me      -                   Teddy Pendergrass &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let Me Be Your Angel         -          Stacy Lattisaw&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fire And Desire   -                          Rick James (W/ Teena Marie)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Between The Sheets    -                  The Isley Bros.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always And Forever  -                   Heatwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Silly                -                                 Deniece Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love You Down  -                           Ready for the World &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What You Won't Do For Love -   Bobby Caldwell&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lady In My Life   -                  Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love T.K.O.     -                               Teddy Pendergrass&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever Mine     -                           The O'Jays&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Superstar      -                                  Luther Vandros&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon As I Get Home     -               Babyface&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Secret Garden     -                    Quincy Jones  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If only for one night/creepin  -      Luther Vandross&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A House Is Not A Home     -           Luther Vandross&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You Put A Move On My Heart   -  Tamia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So Amazing   -                                  Luther Vandross &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Given A Chance        -                      Baby Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever You Want  -                    Tony! Toni! Toné!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kissing You            -                        Keith Washington  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ribbon in the Sky   -                       Intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Still In Love With You  -        Al Green&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's Stay Together  -                    Al Green  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here I Go Again    -                        Force MD's  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Like It           -                                DeBarge  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All This Love    -                              DeBarge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time Will Reveal         -                 DeBarge   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love Me In A Special Way     -        DeBarge  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is This The End    -                            New Edition &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets Chill          -                                 Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Dream  -                                          DeBarge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At Last     -                                         Etta James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Man I love            -                    Etta James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This Is For The Lover In You    -    Shalamar&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Make It Last Forever          -           Keith Sweat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna to be your man      -           Zapp&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ebony Eyes           -                           Rick James Featuring Smokey Robinson&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In Your Eyes       -                             Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scandalous          -                             Prince &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where Will You Go                  -     Babyface  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A House Is Not A Home        -        Luther Vandross        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diary                            -                     Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loving Me 4 Me        -                      Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Naked                     -                         Marques Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant Stop Loving You       -           Kem &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Call My Name      -                           Prince  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love Calls        -                               Kem  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Wanna Know   -                            Joe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Make You My Baby   -                    Joe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Without You         -                         Kem  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can You Handle It?      -                Usher&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cupid            -                                   112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing You        -                           Case&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Officially Missing you          -        Tamia   &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slowly                  -                           Syleena Johnson&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cross My Mind                -              Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take It From Here    -   Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Will Be Waiting At Home    -   For Real   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lady       -Tyrese   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately    -   Tyrese   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously In Love 2     -   Beyoncé   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So what are some of your favorites?&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/13904431-113993433000116998?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113993433000116998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113993433000116998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113993433000116998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113993433000116998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day !!!!!!'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113959807320529868</id><published>2006-02-10T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:08:35.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating -which is worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a conversation with some fellow bloggers at our last meet up and the topic came up. How serious is “emotional cheating”? When you bond with someone other than your spouse, and you share things that you may or may not share with your mate that’s considered “emotional cheating”, but is it really cheating….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let say you never got physical with this person but you shared intimate thoughts and secrets, depending on someone other than your mate for emotional support is that cheating? If so whats worse finding out your mate had hot, sweaty sex with someone else or that they have a friend that knows stuff about them that you don’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse?  Are you guilty of emotional cheating?&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/13904431-113959807320529868?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113959807320529868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113959807320529868' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113959807320529868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113959807320529868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheating-which-is-worse.html' title='Cheating -which is worse?'/><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113949965914668694</id><published>2006-02-09T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:40:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When its Over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When is it over? Are we honest with ourselves when relationships fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone reaches a point where they know that the relationship isn’t working but many people stay for different reasons. Some stay for the children, others stay cause the relationship is comfortable and they don’t want to loose that but many stay cause they can’t bear the thought of hurting there partner, but is this healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your ready to walk away from a relationship how important are these factors in making your decision? How do you walk away?&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/13904431-113949965914668694?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113949965914668694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113949965914668694' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113949965914668694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113949965914668694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-its-over.html' title='When its Over....'/><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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113941373728644919</id><published>2006-02-08T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:52:06.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you consider a secret and can you keep one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow a rule that anytime I am talking to one of my girls whatever is said is deem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“confidential”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don’t feel this way. Some say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“well she didn’t say it was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; secret”&lt;/span&gt;   but I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did she have to&lt;/span&gt;? I think if you know your real friends you KNOW when something is a secret…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is Do you ever tell? What if the secret is sooooo good would you risk telling someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all say things about other people cause we think these two are never going to meet but what if they do? How do you know that the person you told the secret to isn’t going to “ Spill the Beans”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets, do you keep them….or are you guilty of saying to much?&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/13904431-113941373728644919?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113941373728644919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113941373728644919' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113941373728644919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113941373728644919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><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-113925316506597220</id><published>2006-02-06T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:14:31.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girl/ Bad Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Growing up your taught that Good girls cross there legs, always say please and thank you and are very chaste and the Bad girls were the “ loose” girls, the easy girls ..... they were not the kind of women you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Note:(talk about your double standard but that’s a whole other post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s “a lady on the Street and a Freak in the sheets”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that women need to live a life of duplicity. We are suppose to be Suzy homemaker by day and Sexy seductress at night. Is this really what men want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, how do you feel about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t men live this double life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  personal note, I like to think of myself as a “Good Girl” with “ Bad girl” tendencies but that’s just me. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113925316506597220?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113925316506597220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113925316506597220' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113925316506597220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113925316506597220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-girl-bad-girl.html' title='Good Girl/ Bad Girl'/><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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113890952221300011</id><published>2006-02-02T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:45:22.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok  I have a confession to make……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been secretly watching “ The Flavor of love”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I cant believe I just said that* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I hate to admit it but I can’t help it. Its like a car wreck you just can’t look away. At first I would see the commercial and say “ I cant believe they’re wasting Money on that SHIT". Then one day there was nothing else on TV so I said "ok Im just gonna watch a few minutes"… I sat and watch the Whole thing and not just on episode, 3 back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think Flava Flave is the most dingy person I have every seen and there is no way you would catch me anywhere near him let alone fighting for his attention but the show its self is soooooo stupid its funny. These chicks, most of them decent looking, are fighting for this man…. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn’t watch it and its totally embarrassing but I think we all have something were a little embarrass to say we watch. Don’t 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/13904431-113890952221300011?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113890952221300011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113890952221300011' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113890952221300011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113890952221300011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/confession.html' title='A confession'/><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113882803309016738</id><published>2006-02-01T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:41:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were.... MEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were a ______ I would be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Car: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sadan---- cause Im cute and reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Book: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A romance novel--- cause I am VERY romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thriller---cause you never know what to expect from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Weather: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sunny Day with no Clouds in the Sky (but only around 75-80F)---- cause who doesn’t like a sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Drink: an Apple martini--- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause like me  its sweet but if you have to much it can knock you on your ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ice Cream Flavor: Sorbet--- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause its sooth and sweet, like me. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Song or Genre of Music:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Smooth Jazz----Cause  its very sensual like yours truly. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Shoe: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 inch stiletto--- Cause what is sexier that that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Food: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese food --- cause I fill you up but in 10 minutes you want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was fun.  I Tagg Everyone on my bloggroll and anyone reading 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/13904431-113882803309016738?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113882803309016738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113882803309016738' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113882803309016738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113882803309016738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-were-meme.html' title='If I were.... 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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113873165503353902</id><published>2006-01-31T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:38:14.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been call spoiled on occasion. Let me explain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in a family of 8 there isn’t very much room for one to be spoiled but I have always been my father’s favorite and there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for me. Flash-forward to my teenage years I never really asked my parents for much but when I did they made sure I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met my husband he was always generous with his time and his money… I never asked for anything he just wanted to give… to this day what ever I want he pretty much gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my life has been a lot of "getting what I want" or “ having things my way” I have grown accustom to that. Things not going the way I want them to can be very frustrating… Does that make me spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say yes… I say STOP HATING. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  I do all I can for the people in my life and I think they try to do the same….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/13904431-113873165503353902?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113873165503353902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113873165503353902' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113873165503353902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113873165503353902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled ??????'/><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-113863247054550924</id><published>2006-01-30T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:51:12.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;With Valentine's day on the way it seems love is in the air... or is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"If you can't have the one you love, love the one you have" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What do you think..... can you be in a relationship when your not "in-love"? Is it a lie? Could you do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113863247054550924?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113863247054550924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113863247054550924' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113863247054550924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113863247054550924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113829165032571822</id><published>2006-01-26T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:30:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let talk about sex.. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It seems that I have "sex" on the brain. Its one of my favorite topics of discussion so here we go ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you feel comfortable talking about sex? I don’t know about most but I have no problem talking about sex to my partner or anyone else for that matter. There are people who are just not satisfied sexually but feel funny saying that. I may need to learn a little tac when it comes to bedroom batter but I think I get my point across. Every body has a freeky side, whether you admit it or not we all do but today’s questions are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Do you feel comfortable asking for what you want in bed freeky or otherwise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Why or Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113829165032571822?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113829165032571822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113829165032571822' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113829165032571822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113829165032571822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-talk-about-sex-again.html' title='Let talk about sex.. again'/><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113820384597647421</id><published>2006-01-25T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:55:13.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION ALL BLOGGERS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need your help. The beginning of the year saw the departure of one of my favorite bloggers.. Nicky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is crazy cool and I enjoyed her blogg so much that I have started to go through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;" Blogger withdrawl" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. visiting her site daily when I know shes not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Hopeing to see if she replys to anyones post , so at least I know shes alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Sleepless night and sweates wondering " WHAT HAPPENED"&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(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok maybe that last one is over the top but you see where I am going with this..... I need this blogg back so here is my plea...... BRING BACK YOUR BLOG!!!!&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(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;People if you feel the same can I get an Amen!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113820384597647421?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113820384597647421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113820384597647421' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113820384597647421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113820384597647421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/attention-all-bloggers.html' title='ATTENTION ALL BLOGGERS!!!!'/><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-113805515492865055</id><published>2006-01-23T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:37:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSWERS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Here are the Answers to your questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MeCrazyMe Asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a crush on any blogger you have met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I really like all the bloggers that I have met but as far as a crush not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your best quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would have to say my Loyalty. Once I consider you my friend I am going to have your back all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like to give advice or receive advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I like both. If I have been in the situation and I feel that maybe I call help I’ll try. As much as I don’t always want to hear it I welcome advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was I missed at the blogger meetup being that I couldn't go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If someone came to your door with three small children saying that a old high school friend had you down as next of kin to raise her children (she passed way) what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would raise the kids. I have a soft spot for children and if the person felt that I was the right person to keep them I’d be honored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;24 that’s the date I was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the best compliment someone has ever gave you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That Im a great mom…. Its doesn’t get better than that for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why am I not at this damn meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don’t know, you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anonymous ASk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would u ever have a sexual relation with a blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No . Blogging can get personal but I don’t want to get THAT personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do u want to have a sexual relationship with a blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.Thongs, no panties or bloomers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I like panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Favorite singer only one please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Right Now its KEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why do u like blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It gives me an outlet for my frustrations with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If u could change 1 thing about your mate what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I could change one thing I would want him to be more romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there a blogger u really dont care for to much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What career would u really like to get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would really like to get into Social Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do u have a friend whom mate u are attracted too. If so have u even want to act on temptation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My husband has one friend who is FINE but that’s where it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What sexually wont u do even if u were paid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’m sure there are more but for now I will say bestiality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. They say anything can be brought. If you were/are in a serious financial bind and a fellow blogger, friend, supervisor would proposition u to sleep with them for one night and they would pay off all your debts&amp; give u $100,000 would u do it? Part 2 of this question is your mate must watch this go down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is the propositioner FINE? Ok, ok I think I’d do it and after explaining to my man that we would be debt free and have money spare He would either be fine with it or I will be the only one out of Debt. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one question is, What does your blog user name -- Msnhim -- mean? Please explain in explicit detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Msnhim (pronounced- Missing Him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I had a really good friend at a time in my life when things weren’t so great and he was there to be the friend I needed at the time. We spent many hours talking about life and the day to day happenings and it felt good to have someone to talk to that was kind of going through the same thing….. Life started changing for both of us and everything changed. The friendship that I depended on was no more and hasn’t been the same since. We still keep in contact but it will never be what it once was there for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am MSNHIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajan Queen ASked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you are your parent's favorite child.....do you have a favorite amongst your children?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love all my children but I believe that everyone has a favorite. I would same its my baby cause she is the most like me and I think its hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a typical day like in the life of Msnhim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I live the life of your typical mother of 3.  I have my day job and then I go home to " WORK".LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BK Asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes I can cook. do I like to cook? no not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your favorite dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My favorite To eat, shrimp Scampi. To cook is pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Has to be The Notebook. I cried when I read that book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite blogger post (by you)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My favorite blogger post by me would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; "G-String Horror"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I still don’t know how I survived that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kayla Asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="comment" id="comment-113807704232301791"&gt;   &lt;div class="comment-content"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1. Have you been doing any driving lately?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sadly no but im hoping to get a new car by summer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. What's your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anything that envolves warm weather and lots of romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. If you weren't an Administrative Assistant, what would you be doing?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something envolving children I love kids. I just dont always like them. LOL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Has the situation in the romance department improved for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not Really but I keep hope alive. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cutie Cola Asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div class="comment" id="comment-113807720627337851"&gt;   &lt;div class="comment-content"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1. What is the one thing (sexually) that you will never, ever, ever do??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bestiality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the one thing (sexually) that you have always wanted to do but have never done due to inhibitions or just plain shyness??&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmmmm Good question. I would say voyeurism . There something very erotic about the idea of someone watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now you know just a little but more about me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113805515492865055?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113805515492865055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113805515492865055' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113805515492865055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113805515492865055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/answers.html' title='ANSWERS!!!!!'/><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-113778840586579197</id><published>2006-01-20T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:26:12.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me Anything!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I just got back from taking the kids Iceskating and like Nicky said " I am no Dorthy Hamil"LOL. I am exhausted and I am getting together with Blogger buddies for drinks tonight. In order to make that happen I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to open myself up to ya'll . I don't realy have anything to write about right now so .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me anything? Doesn't matter what it is. I will post all answers in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them interesting question people, dont worry I can take it! Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit { These are interesting, I'll be posting my answers soon}&lt;/span&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/13904431-113778840586579197?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113778840586579197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113778840586579197' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113778840586579197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113778840586579197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask Me Anything!!!!!!'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113768527138869822</id><published>2006-01-19T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:39:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising a "MAN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can a woman properly raise a “man”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a conversation with a co-worker. We were discussing whether a woman can raise a boy to be a man on her own with no male figure in his life or Is the presence of a man intricate to a boy “becoming” a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think it would be great if there were a male figure in a boy’s life but I don’t think it’s a necessity. I think if you are a strong women the is nothing you cant do including raising a boy on your own. I have met people that were solely raise by women and they turn out fine and I have met men the were raise with the father figure in there life ad they turned out horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question for the day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think women can raise a boy to be a man? Why or Why not?&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/13904431-113768527138869822?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113768527138869822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113768527138869822' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113768527138869822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113768527138869822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/raising-man.html' title='Raising a &quot;MAN&quot;'/><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-113751276645807923</id><published>2006-01-17T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:46:06.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How important is sex in a relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;There was an article in the paper about a few couples that were struggling with their sex lives. Some men wanted it more than the women {no surprise there} and some women wanted it more than their man, but through all of the daily work, home etc. to some sex just wasn’t a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at the place where everything in my life can become so stressful that I am not really interested in sex no matter how good it may be. When my mind is busy with bills, choosing the right school for my kids and stuff I have to do at work I cant focus on anything else, but I don’t think that my not being in “the mood” should be cause for a 2 hour discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So my question is if everything else works in the relationship how important is the sex part to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Tuesday! I hope everyone had a good weekend.&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/13904431-113751276645807923?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113751276645807923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113751276645807923' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113751276645807923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113751276645807923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-important-is-sex-in-relationship.html' title='How important is sex in a relationship?'/><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113690681302729384</id><published>2006-01-13T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:38:01.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-laws Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I told you I'd be back with rants on my in-laws so lets start with the youngest of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCHES OF EASTWICK&lt;/span&gt;. We will call her the Selfish bitch. Here we go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know how she can call herself a mother! Any chick can have children but it takes a real &lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt; to call herself a mother. She drops her kids of to anyone who will have them and now She is giving her son to his paternal Aunt cause he’s too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout this "WTF did you think would happen to the kid if you let him do whatever he wants with no restrictions. Kids need discipline dumb ass but that’s beside the point HE'S YOUR SON deal with his issues and really be his mother!!!!" Oh and your welcome for the many times I kept your daughter for weeks when she was only suppose to come over for the day, your welcome for the summer clothes and the winter coats I bought her, oh and My kids never needed any of the Christmas and birthday gifts you never got them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I Just had to let that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To top it all off her man is a real asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Any man that stays at home sleeping until 2pm while she is at work, then goes out and buys himself the best with her check and her and the kids look like shit is not a man. She lets this stupid ass manipulate her with shit like " one day me and you gonna have everything" UMMM HELLO How about what YA NEED for today !!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok, OK &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;{grabbing ear lobes}&lt;/span&gt; Woosahhhhh!!!!!&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/13904431-113690681302729384?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113690681302729384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113690681302729384' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113690681302729384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113690681302729384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-laws-part-i.html' title='The In-laws Part I'/><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-113700486989311445</id><published>2006-01-11T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:57:05.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance, too much work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know that there are a lot of men that think romance is a waste of time but I was surprised to find that there are a lot of women out there that feel romance is corny or even a waste of time. WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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 don’t know about those women but I crave romance the way dieters crave cake. I want to be swept off my feet! I want the corny “mix tape” and the sappy love letters! I want the long walks through the park, the picnics and the long talks about life while watching the sunrise!!!! I want the impromptu weekend trips and the days off spent in bed. I want the text messages that say, “ I miss you” and the flowers sent to work just because!&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;Now I know this may sound like a lot but I’m not asking for this on a regular basis but it would be nice if they remembered that you should never stop courting you woman/man. If you do that you open that door for someone else to court your man/woman and then what will you have.&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;Please tell me if what I want is unreasonable…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/13904431-113700486989311445?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113700486989311445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113700486989311445' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113700486989311445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113700486989311445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/romance-too-much-work.html' title='Romance, too much work?'/><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-113690683029913407</id><published>2006-01-10T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:51:17.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It seems that everyone is taking a break or shutting down their bloggs altogether. I’m tempted to follow suite. If all my blogger buddies shut down, Who will I read? Who will read my post? It makes me wonder if it’s even worth posting anymore but I still have a lot I need to say so I think for now I’ll keep posting. I plan to devote a lot of post to the family of witches I call my in-laws. LOL but for now ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was thinking about relationships in general and as a woman I have used the "lets just be friends" line many times but honestly can you just be friends with someone you have been intimate with? I guess if the sex was bad than maybe but what if the sex was great how do you go on as "just friends”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113690683029913407?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113690683029913407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113690683029913407' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113690683029913407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113690683029913407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/breaks-and-friends.html' title='Breaks and friends'/><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113656517927812129</id><published>2006-01-06T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:12:08.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Meme of 2006</title><content type='html'>I seem to have stunned a few people with my last post ( although factual) I decided to lighten up a bit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Alphabet meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[A is for age:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 30 and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[B is for booze of choice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaretto Sours – Hey when is the next trip to Fat Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[C is for career]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administrative Assistant. Its ok for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[D is for your dog's name:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[E is for essential items you use everyday:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod mini – Cant make a move without my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[F is for favorite song(s) at the moment:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable- Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[G is for favorite games:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone for truth or dare… Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[H is for hometown:&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[I is for instruments you play:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play the recorder but that’s about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[J is for jam or jelly you like:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Jam on wheat toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[K is for kids]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  That's plenty for me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[L is for last kiss]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I dropped my kids at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[M is for most admired trait:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[N is for name of your crush:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the 5th on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[O is for overnight hospital stays:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3  The birth of my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[P is for phobias:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[Q is for quotes you like:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you will”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[R is for biggest regret:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[S is for sweets of your choice:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[T is for time you wake up:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 am. On a good day 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[U is for underwear:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like stuff that’s comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[V is for vegetables you love:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[W is for worst habit:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating when I am under stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[X is for x-rays you've had:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few as a child… I was a little accident-prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[Y is for yummy food you make:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make a pretty good cheesecake, right Nicky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;[Z is for zodiac sign:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus is symbolized by the Bull. You may be stubborn, but your grounded, steady demeanor makes you someone others can count on. You're also a sensualist who loves good food, physical affection, romance and material goods -- and only the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about the material goods but the rest is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113656517927812129?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113656517927812129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113656517927812129' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113656517927812129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113656517927812129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-meme-of-2006.html' title='1st Meme of 2006'/><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-113648934626896083</id><published>2006-01-05T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:34:44.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother in law</title><content type='html'>I was over at Organized's spot and he was talking about meeting the parents and that lead me to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time out to say a few words to my Mother-in-law…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm….. You’re a bitch and I hate you……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That felt good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you cause you were a horrible mother to your son and you are even worse grandmother to his kids. If I had known this 13 years ago I probably would have left your son alone. You think that he owes you something? Bitch he don’t own you shit! What the fuck did you ever do for him or any of your other messed up children for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be thanking me. I’m the reason your son is now a man. I’m the reason his ass didn’t end up in jail like your other son. Yeah bitch me the chick you cant stand for no other reason than that you can never be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you near my kids. You are cold and evil and you get enjoyment out of others misery. You taught your kids to be like that and so none of your children will ever be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you this you may have pulled the wool over everyone else’s eyes with your bogus depression and anxiety attacks but Bitch you aint fool me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s a bitch and what you do comes back to you ten fold …..So save that shit for&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause I don’t believe shit you say…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for you patience bloggers. LOL&lt;br /&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/13904431-113648934626896083?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113648934626896083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113648934626896083' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113648934626896083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113648934626896083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/mother-in-law.html' title='Mother in law'/><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113638905851892945</id><published>2006-01-04T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:40:52.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Image</title><content type='html'>So I am trying to amp myself up to loose some weight by April but there are some things that weight loss won't fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people have something about them physically that they would change if they could. After looking at myself in the mirror this morning I realized there are just parts of my body that I would defiantly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nose&lt;/span&gt;--- I have been told many times that I have a big nose. It is kind of big I’m not going to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thighs&lt;/span&gt;--- I just want to get Lipo. My rest of my legs are pretty decent but the thighs need some “tweaking”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Stomach&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;-- After have kids its hard to get that flat stomach again. Not that my stomach was ever really flat but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Chin&lt;/span&gt;---- No matter how much weight I loose my chin always looks fat… Yeah I would defiantly get the fat sucked out of my chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets pretend by some “ Miracle” a very reputable doctor is going to give you whatever cosmetic surgery you want. What would you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113638905851892945?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113638905851892945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113638905851892945' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113638905851892945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113638905851892945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/body-image.html' title='Body Image'/><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-113630378632169978</id><published>2006-01-03T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:11:45.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006 !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>New Year! New Look! New Attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 came in pretty quietly for me but I am hoping to make major changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to (notice I said Have to) loose some weight. I wouldn’t classify myself as a “big girl” and most people would say I look fine but there is a deference between “fine” and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINNNNNNNE!&lt;/span&gt; I would like to be the latter. I know what your going to say but I need to feel comfortable in my own skin and right now I just don’t so I’ll be making the gym a regular part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a lot about it and I have decided not to give out any more advice! Yeah you heard me!!!!! I love my friends dearly but I doubt they’ll be my friends much longer if I keep getting “ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPRAH&lt;/span&gt;” on them. My objective is going to be to just “listen” No Judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I am going to put in the “ alone time” I keep talking about. I know it won’t be easy but I am determined to make it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a great new year!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113630378632169978?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113630378632169978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113630378632169978' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113630378632169978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113630378632169978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006 !!!!!!!!'/><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-113580536263515790</id><published>2005-12-28T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:29:22.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health Days</title><content type='html'>I will be taking the next few days off.... I am in deseparate need of some mental R&amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Holiday &lt;/span&gt;and we will  talk in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113580536263515790?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113580536263515790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113580536263515790' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113580536263515790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113580536263515790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/mental-health-days.html' title='Mental Health Days'/><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-113569656785948382</id><published>2005-12-27T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:40:31.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For 2006.....</title><content type='html'>With 2006 just a few days a way I decided that a wouldn't make any resolutions this year just list of the things I would like, so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would like to spend more one-on-one time with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I’m usually the disciplinarian but I would like to do more fun stuff with them and not so much "go take a bath"!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would like to go back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Once I figure out what I would like to do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like to take some time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I think I need to make more “alone time” for me. I need to relax more and learn its ok to do so.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would like to buy a car and drive myself around on a regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[J and Nicky you better not laugh.. I can do it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would like to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Who wouldn’t right?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I would like to develop a relationship with a guy that has nothing to do with love or sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Sometimes I just want a guys opinion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would like to make peace with my body and all its flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I really need to work on this ASAP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.{EDIT}Hanging out once a month at FAT BLACK - Thanks to my buddies Nicky and Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to at least accomplish 3 things on this list but I guess we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113569656785948382?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113569656785948382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113569656785948382' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113569656785948382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113569656785948382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-2006.html' title='For 2006.....'/><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113535000599696730</id><published>2005-12-23T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:00:06.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strike is over</title><content type='html'>Thank God people can get back to their normal routine..Im feeling blue today so Iam going to leave you with a MEME. I got this from Orgazined Noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 gifts I want for X-mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 One hundred dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 New Outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 New Pairs of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Gift certificates for Spas in the city (I need of a massage) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 DVD's (Since I never get to go to the movies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Warm Sweaters(I’ve put on a few Pounds since last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 More Hours of Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Extra Vacation Days ( Don’t really use them but there good to have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 New Pillows (the ones I have now don’t qualify as pillows anymore) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Days to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tickets to Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour of Peace and Quite ( yeah like this is ever going to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113535000599696730?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113535000599696730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113535000599696730' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113535000599696730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113535000599696730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/strike-is-over.html' title='The Strike is over'/><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-113518327727231146</id><published>2005-12-21T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:47:13.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two!</title><content type='html'>Day two of this transit strike and I must say Im a little annoyed now cause I still have some shopping to do and I need to get down town. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy doing nothing at work so here is a little something for you to do... get back to me with names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicy Sweet Cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Elf Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113518327727231146?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113518327727231146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113518327727231146' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113518327727231146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113518327727231146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-two.html' title='Day Two!'/><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-113509205128561446</id><published>2005-12-20T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:20:51.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!</title><content type='html'>If you dont live in NYC then you may not know this but we are experiencing a TRANSIT STRIKE.... thats right the MTA has pretty much shut the city down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your expected to be at work today your either walking, rollerblading, carpool or you slept at your job last night. All NYC public schools are on a 2 hour delay schedule so kids are rolling out of bed at 8am and class starts about 10am..... I dont think they are so upset about that LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only live about a mile from work but took my time getting in since I knew I would be the firsst no matter what time I got here. The strike doesn't bother me that much other than I am not done with my x-mas shopping but I guess I will be giving out I.O.U's instead..... So Im just taking it in stride and hoping tomorrow will be a beter day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in NYC stay warm and pray this ends soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113509205128561446?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113509205128561446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113509205128561446' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113509205128561446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113509205128561446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn.html' title='DAMN!'/><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-113500591404169505</id><published>2005-12-19T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:34:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good Day// Tagged</title><content type='html'>This is rotten day and its only 9:30am… to start my kids lie……all week long I asked them “ did you do your homework” and all I got was “ I did it already” so last night while my kids slept I decided to check it. They just decided that they weren’t going to do part of it cause “ they didn’t know they had to do that part”. WTF!!!!!!!! So this morning they had to do it as fast as possible cause they were not going in late and I wasn’t going to cover for their lying asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drop them off on the bus I get home to get ready for work and Guess what? There is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO HOT WATER!!!!  &lt;/span&gt; I can’t believe this shit!!!! So I had to take it back….. I started boiling water so that I could take a bath…. {Don’t act like ya’ll never done it} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I have to go and change a shirt I bought for my niece cause it’s to big and I really don’t want to go to stores after work, I just want to go home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trying to buy boots on-line when I haven’t paid my rent? I’m not even done with my x-mas Shopping !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve been tagged by Alli-babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go into your archives&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to it)&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five other people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth sentence in my 23rd post is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To some extent I agree but that’s just the way I was raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Nicky, J, Golden, Will, Bajan queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya’ll have a better day than I’m having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113500591404169505?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113500591404169505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113500591404169505' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113500591404169505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113500591404169505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-good-day-tagged.html' title='Not a good Day// Tagged'/><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-113467391713177206</id><published>2005-12-15T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:14:19.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Talk about sex</title><content type='html'>I was watching a talk show and the topic was “CHEATING Spouses”. There were men that cheated on their wives, wives that cheated on their husbands and a psychologist that said,  “Monogamy is unnatural”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking, yes I believe in marriage but I understand what the Psy-doc was saying.  How many of us really stay with one partner forever. Whether its husband &amp; wife or Boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever a lot of people still love their partners but go outside the marriage just for sex. For example  Swingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These couples say that they love each other and wouldn’t consider divorce but sexually they need something else. Years ago if I had seen this show I would have said “ these people are crazy” but after being in a marriage for almost 13 years I understand what these couples are talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Side note: Not that I’m saying that i'm gonna start swinging… the only swinging I’ll be doing is from a rope around my neck if I ever mention some shit like that to my man but I see what they mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your together for so long you know each others bodies so well that it becomes routing and once that happens having sex is more of a “have to” than a “want to” So these couples do what they do just for the pleasure but remain faithful to their spouses emotionally.  I’m interested in how they handle the other lovers, what are the rules? And how does one keep the emotions about of the bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is, What do you think about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113467391713177206?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113467391713177206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113467391713177206' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113467391713177206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113467391713177206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-talk-about-sex.html' title='More Talk about 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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113450820845865413</id><published>2005-12-13T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:16:59.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about SEX</title><content type='html'>Ever have the most amazing sex that for the rest of the week thats all you can think about? What makes the sex so great? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me its more than just the physical. I like to feel like we have connected on some  level.... sex without a connection to me is just a waste. Now Why is it that some people can have casual sex and never feel connected to the other person while some cant even be intimate without first knowing your whole life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the whole "friends with benefits” song and dance from people, but can you really have sex without feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113450820845865413?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113450820845865413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113450820845865413' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113450820845865413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113450820845865413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-talk-about-sex.html' title='Lets talk about 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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113440562061074365</id><published>2005-12-12T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:40:20.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY-Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I always get stuck walking behind people that walk like they don’t have no where to go…… MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people take their kids to toyRus during shopping season…. Your strollers are slowing everyone down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my boss giving me dirty looks… Yeah I said I was looking for a new job but so is everyone else…. Im just the only one to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the coat that I want on back order? DAMD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I stop eating like Ive never seen food? I NEED TO GET TO THE GYM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven’t I got my kids their Christmas Presents? I wish I knew what they wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113440562061074365?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113440562061074365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113440562061074365' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113440562061074365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113440562061074365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-random-stuff.html' title='WHY-Random Stuff'/><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-113414416962228120</id><published>2005-12-09T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:02:49.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets be Kids Again</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the New games console that are out today and how all these kids are going crazy over them…. Whats the big deal? then I thought about the games I use to play when I was a kid and all these warm and fuzzy memories came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pac-man/Ms. Pac-man&lt;/span&gt;- I think these were the first real games I had ever played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donkey Kong&lt;/span&gt; – I use to love this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frogger-&lt;/span&gt; I can honestly say I use to crack up when the frog got run over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kaboom-&lt;/span&gt; you had to have a different joy-stick for this but it was an easy game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vanguard-&lt;/span&gt; When you get extra points it had this really cute song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitfall-&lt;/span&gt; I loved watching the man swing from vine to vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Space invaders- &lt;/span&gt;You could shoot and other spaceships and save the people( shaped like a box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few but I found this site thats really cool you can play some of these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/download_games.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113414416962228120?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113414416962228120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113414416962228120' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113414416962228120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113414416962228120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-be-kids-again.html' title='Lets be Kids Again'/><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-113399032627061991</id><published>2005-12-07T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:24:39.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED BY GOLDEN</title><content type='html'>Here are the instructions: Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people you want to infect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always take a bath before I go to bed even if my last bath was an hour before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a small coffee addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am both of my parents favorite child. Its true, and my other 7 siblings know this and some of them still have issues with this but not everyone can be the favorite. People get over it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once when me and my friends cut school they got picked up by the truant officers and were sitting outside in the van, I thought about going home but then I thought I’d be bored so I turned myself in….LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I go with my instincts and if I don’t like you from jump I will never like you …. Doesn’t matter what you do after that if I get a bad vibe from you I will always go with that first vibe…. It has yet to steer me wrong. I consider myself a good judge of character and never second guess my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lucky winners are!&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll please*….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutiepiej.blogspot.com//"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mecrazyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;mecrazyme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brooklynbabeblossoms.blogspot.com"/&gt;Brooklyn babe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adivainscrubs.blogspot.com"&gt;Dee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bajanqueen.blogspot.com/"&gt;bajanqueen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113399032627061991?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113399032627061991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113399032627061991' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113399032627061991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113399032627061991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged-by-golden.html' title='TAGGED BY GOLDEN'/><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-113398167156506709</id><published>2005-12-07T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:56:16.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing J</title><content type='html'>After the semi-nasty comment left by someone (MECRAZY ME) I decided to write a formal introduction for &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutiepiej.blogspot.com//"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; My little sister by choice.... I have known J since 1999. She is just to cute for words and she has a big heart.... She is funny and loves to dance and will come out in the snow to attend your party ( thanks I still remember that)So please help me wish a warm WELCOME to J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113398167156506709?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113398167156506709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113398167156506709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113398167156506709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113398167156506709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/introducing-j.html' title='Introducing J'/><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-113390201684274562</id><published>2005-12-06T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:47:58.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of the drinking we did friday night...</title><content type='html'>I want to know what drink are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mai Tai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/mai-tai.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113390201684274562?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113390201684274562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113390201684274562' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113390201684274562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113390201684274562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-honor-of-drinking-we-did-friday.html' title='In Honor of the drinking we did friday night...'/><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-113379981230671848</id><published>2005-12-05T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:39:16.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interesting night out with the bloggers…</title><content type='html'>I’m not even going to go into too many details but Friday night was a hell of a night.We all decide to meet to celebrate Nicky’s birthday. We get to the place and the drinks are flowing all is good except my neck is giving me some problems, I contemplate leaving but Nicky’s my sister and I’m not going out like that so I take some IBUPROFIN and keep it moving ……. After about 4 0r 5 Drinks the ladies… well were a little out of it but thankfully we were in the company of gentlemen so everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happens…… One of use is not feeling so good. This person is not having a good experience but fortunately  this person had 2 angels looking out for this person cause the rest of us were to drunk and we were  ready to shake our asses on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is cool but we are starting to feel the GUILTS we have left half of our party upstairs so its time to leave and take care of that person…. Now I wanted to take this person to the ER but this person was having nun-of-it. So we decide to take this person home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now catching a cab in NY is hard enough, trying to get one to go to the Bronx almost impossible So MCM goes into action and I’m getting a little nervous cause I’m still drunk and it looks like we may be having to fight (thanks to MCM) and I am so not ready to… but that’s my girls so I gets ready…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: Thankfully no fighting had to go down cause as toasted as I was I think I would have gotten my ass kicked. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after MCM finally gets a cab….the rest of us attempt the same but no dice .. Yours truly had to ride the “Iron Horse” Now if you know me you know I hate to take the train but believe it or not after all that liquor I wasn’t even mad at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story is either eat before you drink of don’t start a fight when you’re drunk! LOL :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113379981230671848?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113379981230671848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113379981230671848' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113379981230671848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113379981230671848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-interesting-night-out-with.html' title='Another interesting night out with the bloggers…'/><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113354828858153933</id><published>2005-12-02T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:31:30.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>Its Friday... time to get my drink on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out tonight with fellow bloggers to celebrate Nicky's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113354828858153933?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113354828858153933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113354828858153933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113354828858153933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113354828858153933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13904431.post-113346495510540442</id><published>2005-12-01T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:26:00.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicky</title><content type='html'>Not much to write about just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113346495510540442?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113346495510540442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113346495510540442' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113346495510540442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113346495510540442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/12/nicky.html' title='Nicky'/><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-113336545976089663</id><published>2005-11-30T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:44:19.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life + Stress= Valium</title><content type='html'>These last few months I've probably had the most stress I have ever had in my life.... Everything seems to be a big ol mess. I know every one has been there; you have work, kids, family, and finances.. Everything going on at the same time and you take it til 1 of 2 things happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.You get feed up and send everyone to hell&lt;br /&gt;2.Your body starts to shut down forcing you to re-evaluate your situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had my annual physical, I've been getting these really bad headaches and seem to always have a pain in the Neck. Turns out I have tension (duh) in my neck creating muscle spasms. So my doctor prescribes Valium.... Great Now I get to turn into a junkie. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I know I now have muscles spasm is only stressing me out more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel my body is making me "re-evaluate" my situation.... this could take awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113336545976089663?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113336545976089663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113336545976089663' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113336545976089663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113336545976089663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-life-stress-valium_30.html' title='My Life + Stress= Valium'/><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-113234350750954738</id><published>2005-11-28T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:48:40.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Countdown of My Life</title><content type='html'>Sorry but Im not feeling well, but I am following the rules... Heres something to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten Countdown of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. First Best Friend: Maritza &lt;br /&gt;2. First Hamster: I don’t know if I named him&lt;br /&gt;3. First Piercing: My ears.&lt;br /&gt;4. First Crush: Hirom I was 8 or 9&lt;br /&gt;5. First CD: I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;6. First Love: Moses&lt;br /&gt;7. First Stuffed Animal: What?&lt;br /&gt;8. First Concert: Some Salsa concert in 88 or 89&lt;br /&gt;9. First Kiss: Hirom&lt;br /&gt;10. First Speeding Ticket: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Alcoholic Beverage: Amaretto Sour&lt;br /&gt;2. Last Vehicle Ride: Bus&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Phone Call: Nicky&lt;br /&gt;4. Last CD Played: Mix CD of Dance Music&lt;br /&gt;5. Last Bubble Bath: I don’t have time for Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;6. Last Time You Cried: A week ago&lt;br /&gt;7. Last Time You Ate: 3 Hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last Shower: This Morning &lt;br /&gt;9. Last Time out: Almost 2 Weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever skinny dipped: No, but I would&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been on TV: Years ago&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever kissed someone and then regretted it: Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you knew: Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been in a fist fight: Not really &lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU'RE WEARING&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey and Black Slacks&lt;br /&gt;3. Lab Coat&lt;br /&gt;4. My sneakers&lt;br /&gt;5. Earrings&lt;br /&gt;6. A watch &lt;br /&gt;7. Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. Got the girls Ready for School&lt;br /&gt;2. Drop them off to school &lt;br /&gt;3. Check on Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;4. Online Shopped&lt;br /&gt;5. Started my X-mas List &lt;br /&gt;6. Finished up some work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE FAVORITE THINGS IN NO ORDER&lt;br /&gt;1. friends&lt;br /&gt;2. music&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogging&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading Bloggs&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL [ALMOST] ANYTHING TO&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicky&lt;br /&gt;2. J&lt;br /&gt;3. Janet&lt;br /&gt;4. my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;1. eat or drink? eat&lt;br /&gt;2. fast or slow? Depends on what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;3. pink or black? black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;2. Feel Comfortable in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING YOU REGRET&lt;br /&gt;1. I should have taken that call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113234350750954738?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113234350750954738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113234350750954738' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113234350750954738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113234350750954738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-ten-countdown-of-my-life.html' title='Top Ten Countdown of My Life'/><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-113277378997451100</id><published>2005-11-23T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:23:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of all the food we will eat tomorrow, a food test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pumpkin Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/pumpkin-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13904431-113277378997451100?l=msnhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/feeds/113277378997451100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13904431&amp;postID=113277378997451100' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113277378997451100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13904431/posts/default/113277378997451100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msnhim.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!'/><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></feed>
