<?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-35453831</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:11:51.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumthin on my mind.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-191638529750724800</id><published>2007-09-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:55:00.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been To Long</title><content type='html'>I haven't visited here in so l0ng. I have been so busy, I missed all of you so much.  A lot has happened since the last time I visited.  I'm basically getting on here to say hey to all my buddies and I miss reading your blogs everyday.  In about a month I should be back in here like old times, back to my addiction.  Well I gotta go!  Blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-191638529750724800?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/191638529750724800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=191638529750724800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/191638529750724800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/191638529750724800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-to-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been To Long'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6515188564081124154</id><published>2007-02-21T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:55:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much has been going on since I last blogged.  I was about to go out and get me a computer last week but I had to be responsible and play catch up on past bills and save some for a rainy day.  I was hoping with in the next month if things go right I will be able to get one.  Today is the last day of class I took all my finals and everything and I start my externship on Monday I can't wait ..........well yes I can.  Can you believe the Green Mile filed a grievence for wrongful termination.  She feels that I should have been sent home and fired to cause she lost control of her self.  I actually had to go to the meeting and because she pay her union dues she has a right to a fair hearing.  It damn near turned my stomach when I seen the union trying to defend her I just wanted to peuke (mispelled?) but the union president said they have to defend her by law.  I felt kind of bad for my mom cause she lost her best friend on I think it was Monday.  They had been friends for over 40 years.  I am having the strangest case of deja vu.  Can't explain it.  Tomorrow I officially start vacation I can't wait I am gonna sit up and watch movies and rest and do absolutly nothing until Monday when my externship starts.  Yaaaaay!!!  I am gonna clean up real good I hate sitting in a junky house and I got babygirl and my clothes all over the place so I am gonna wash when I come back from my doctors appt. tomorrow.  Well that is enough of my rambling on and on so I holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6515188564081124154?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6515188564081124154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6515188564081124154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6515188564081124154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6515188564081124154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/02/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-391800116985047982</id><published>2007-02-11T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:36:44.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice Has Been Served</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much has happened since I last logged on to you.  I guess I will start from the top, which is last week.  The building that my school is in caught on fire Tues, but thank God no one was hurt and the school was not damaged.  It was an electrical fire on the 8th floor but it was not big, but the school was closed for 2 days cause the power was out.  I still have not got my car fixed yet due to the fact that I have been kind of busy.  The Green Mile's hearing is coming up this Monday and they are gonna give her her walking papers so justice have been served.  I hope everyone weekend was good.  Holla at you later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-391800116985047982?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/391800116985047982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=391800116985047982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/391800116985047982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/391800116985047982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/02/justice-has-been-served.html' title='Justice Has Been Served'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1687435250829951210</id><published>2007-02-01T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:04:01.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assaulted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had the worst time at work last night. I have mentioned the girl known as the Green Mile in my post before. That child is always fucking with me and I can't seem to figure out why. Last night is the straw that broke the camel's back. The story begans;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came into work as normal spoke to everyone, that's when I noticed my supervisor Ne Ne and she didn't look so good. So I said Ne Ne you don't look so well are you coming down with a cold? That's when the Green Mile butted in and said don't be talking about her like that Ne Ne you tell her that she don't look good. So I said in a nonchalant tone I am not talking to you. And I left it at that. So I continued to talk to my supervisor then the cashier I was relieving  said come and count your drawer down, I said ok. The first thing I said was EXCUSE ME and tried to get pass the Green Mile she was sitting in the chair so as I tried to pass the back of her chair that crazy bitch pushed back into me and had me pinned against the wall and the chair. She was literally pressing into me with the chair to the point it hurt my stomach. So my first reaction is to push the chair off of me, so when I did that she got extremely upset and said hell naw Bitch I will blow your mouth out jumped up and swung and I blocked it hit me on the arm So I stepped out of harms way and said Look I am not your child don't put your hands on me. Then I said put your hands on me one more time and you will see what will happen. Then she started screaming and yelling and cursing. Customers were looking at her so I started counting my money and putting my things away like she didn't even matter. That's when the supervisor tried to intervene and come between us but at that point it was over on my part she was still screaming and yelling. I called for the head Supervisor to come up cause she kept hurling insults at me and I was not saying anything to her. When he came up there he totally played me off like It was my fault and I have a room full of witnesses saying that I was the victim who was assaulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now what do you think I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I already filed a security report and wrote a statement to my operation manager so I have to wait and see what is going to happen cause personally I don't want her in that booth with me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not trying to get anyone fired but she over stepped her boundaries when she put her hands on me. The only reason I didn't knock that bitch out was because I NEED MY JOB!!! How can I explain to Babygirl that we are gonna be homeless cause mommy beat the shit out of a crazy bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a Good Friday and be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1687435250829951210?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1687435250829951210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1687435250829951210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1687435250829951210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1687435250829951210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/02/assaulted.html' title='Assaulted'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6886403787801394263</id><published>2007-01-30T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:32:27.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I feel kind of bad today.  My friend went and got an abortion over the weekend, when I talked to her on Thursday she said she wasn't sure.  SO I left it at that no thinking she would really do it then she comes to work and tell me she got the procedure done.  I personally don't believe in them but I don't judge anyone who feels they have no choice in getting them.  For some strange reason I feel I should have said something to her but what?  Maybe I feel this way cause this is her 3rd one that I know of.  I don't want her to keep doing that to her body, but who am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6886403787801394263?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6886403787801394263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6886403787801394263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6886403787801394263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6886403787801394263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-8208605004708770061</id><published>2007-01-29T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:35:12.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdLUSj_ouiE/Rb6BfKlH4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tR0SmXQv2K4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025596606608040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdLUSj_ouiE/Rb6BfKlH4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tR0SmXQv2K4/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was not very eventful for me, after I got off of work I went to the bank paid what needed to be paid and I came home and went to sleep. When I woke up I took Babygirl to get her hair done. Then my car started to act up. I tried to turn my car off and the damn thang would not cut off I then drove around for 1hour trying to find someone to shut the damn thing off. I finally came across my mechanic and he told me how to do it, I have to go under the hood and unplug a wire then unplug the battery. Ain't that a bitch!!! So until I can get that fixed I have to do that everytime I want to shut the damn thing off. Hopefully Friday I will be able to get my car fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we had a blast at mom's party. Everyone showed up all of my moms kids were there and her grandkids and nieces and nephews. When we song happy b-day she almost cried, it was such a beautiful moment. Not to mention the cake was so cute.   My sister decided to put 999 on there, which represented her birthday.  Everybody thought that was funny especially my mom.  The party started at 5 and it ended around 11 so afterwards Babygirl and I dipped out and went over to her dad's house.  He wanted to watch movies like a little family so I said ok.  While he and Babygirl sat and watched movies I caught up on my zzzz's.  When I woke up he was sleep and Babygirl was ready to go so we could watch our own movies.   So we left around 1am, he wanted us to spend the night but I said hell no I gotta go.  So we left.  I did homework and house work all day Sunday.  So that was my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-8208605004708770061?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/8208605004708770061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=8208605004708770061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8208605004708770061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8208605004708770061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend Events'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdLUSj_ouiE/Rb6BfKlH4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tR0SmXQv2K4/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6877268350380797792</id><published>2007-01-25T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:29:21.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>Today is my mom's Birthday and she turns 65 years old or young as she likes to say. We're throwing her a party Sat, it's gonna be huge cake, ice cream, plus a huge dinner that my sister is preparing. Not to mention all our friends and family and music. My mom does not drink or smoke so it will be a kid friendly party. I took off Friday for the special event just so I can be ready. I hope all is well with you in blog world enjoy ur weekend and I will get back to ya on Monday. Have a safe and wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6877268350380797792?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6877268350380797792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6877268350380797792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6877268350380797792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6877268350380797792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5355599894273885593</id><published>2007-01-24T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:07:29.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading System</title><content type='html'>I know I have been in school long enough to know a proper grading system. Well I ran into a problem with the way my teacher grade her papers. Let me give you an example, you have a class assignment, homework, test, quiz, midterm, and final. You should not get the same percentage for all those assignments. That is the way she grades she gave 100% for each assignment. I've been in classes where, you get 50%for class assignments and 20% for homework and 100% for test and 100% for quiz and 150% for midterm and 200 for final. Those are just examples I think she is smoking dope. We got into the biggest diagreement. How can you give the same percentage for every assignment? She end up giving me a B+ I could have slapped the shit out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think is her grading system proper or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5355599894273885593?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5355599894273885593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5355599894273885593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5355599894273885593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5355599894273885593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/grading-system.html' title='Grading System'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6768180440047187069</id><published>2007-01-19T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:33:30.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over</title><content type='html'>I am so happy to inform everyone that it is almost over.  I have come a long way and sacrificed so much and I am happy with the outcome.  I have a couple of more test to take and a few more things I have to complete.  Anyway I still have a lot of work to do, that is why I have not had a chance to write in my blog.  I missed you all so much.  I gotta go I have 6 more typing assignments to do.  I will blog you later.  Miss yall!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6768180440047187069?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6768180440047187069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6768180440047187069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6768180440047187069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6768180440047187069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-3189896010664178307</id><published>2007-01-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:42:10.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the worst customer that I have ever experienced.  He was so rude and mean and just down right evil.  But me being the professional that I am, I handled the situation very well.  The meaner and nastier he got the more my professionalism kicked in.  I even called my supervisor to come and get that man away from me, but he was no help.  Finally I got him to leave.  I haven't had a pop in 1 day I know it's not a real big accomplishment but for me that is doing hell of a good.  Today we are watching a movie The Pursuit of Happiness so I gotta go.  Don't have to work this weekend and so I am gonna get some much needed rest.  Have a great weekend and enjoy Dr. King bday.  Blog u later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-3189896010664178307?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/3189896010664178307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=3189896010664178307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/3189896010664178307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/3189896010664178307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1786157036334770143</id><published>2007-01-11T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:08:30.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Day</title><content type='html'>Ten things that irritate me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My precious boots were thrown in the garbage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to the gas station to get a pop and a 24oz. Faygo pop is $.99.  That shit is rediculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My teacher gave us no work today.  So I am sitting here thinking about all the other shit I could be doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girl with the fat roll still has that damn thing hanging out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My supervisor keeps trying to catch me doing anything that is not in my job discription.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My baby daddy started talking back to that bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This girl keep looking back at my screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a transcription test to take today and it is long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stop drinking pop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need an oil change and don't have the time to get one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These things that I am complaining about is minor compared to all the things that I have to be thanful for.  Even though the good out weigh the bad sometimes I just like to vent.  Other wise I am having a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1786157036334770143?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1786157036334770143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1786157036334770143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1786157036334770143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1786157036334770143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/irritating-day.html' title='Irritating Day'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5151838537162178334</id><published>2007-01-10T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:53:57.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Pat Me On The Back</title><content type='html'>My arms are to short. I feel good despite a few bumps in the road. Do you want the good news or bad news first? Ok the majority rules bad news first. I failed one of my quizes and I got a low score of a 68%on one of my test. I almost cried, when my teacher handed it back I look at the mistakes and realized that I could not have been in my right mind when I took both of these exams. As looked at it I realized that I knew damn near every answer on the fucking page except for maybe 2 and I had pretty good guesses on those. Now I am sure I need to get more rest. I can't believe I did something that damn stupid. Thank God I get good grades normally so it won't affect my grade all that much. Any who the interview went well and I am happy about that I got my cite I will be working at and I found out that I am getting paid for it. God is good. Not to mention I went home and got some sleep and over slept for work. I woke up at 11:00 and I suppose to be there at 11:00 so I got there at 12:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. happy hump day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5151838537162178334?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5151838537162178334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5151838537162178334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5151838537162178334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5151838537162178334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone-pat-me-on-back.html' title='Someone Pat Me On The Back'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-8498965605233190422</id><published>2007-01-09T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:21:53.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Day</title><content type='html'>My day has been so stressful and not to mention I am dirt tired.  I had a externship interview to go on today and I could not afford to be late.  I got off of work at 7:30 got home by 7:48 cause traffic was kind of heavy.  Took a quick shower and mom did my hair, and I got dressed.  I began to look for my matching boots to my outfit.  That's when I discovered they were missing I literally tore up everything in my house and nothing came up.  I remembered Babygirl and I cleaned up for the New Year so I called her school and asked her where are my brown boots and she said I put them in the bag that went to the trash.  OH MY GOD!!! I almost had a heart attack.  I was so fucking angry, but with the cutest and sofest and concerned voice she asked Mommy did I do something wrong.   I thought you said throw that bag in the trash.  I was angry at the same time I felt sorry for her cause she began to cry and kept apologizing over and over  again.  I had to calm her down and I told her to go and wash her face and go back to class and don't worry about it.  She asked me again and I assured her that she was not in trouble but it was 9:30 and the interview was at 10:00.  I put my all black shoes on and rushed out of the house.  I felt so bad in a way cause my poor baby just melted like puddy, but at the same time she was wrong.  Well actually she misunderstood.  That's what started the stress.  I haven't had sleep in almost 30 hours. I got 2 hours of school left I can't wait to go home and get some rest.  Gotta go I have a stupid typing test to take.  Blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-8498965605233190422?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/8498965605233190422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=8498965605233190422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8498965605233190422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8498965605233190422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/stressful-day.html' title='Stressful Day'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6008911201467968491</id><published>2007-01-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:28:52.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>Drama! Drama! Drama!  And it's not my own.  My friend Sandy called me crying on the phone, to the point I could barely understand her.  When I finally realized who it was I tried to calm her down.  When she finally calmed down she began to tell me her problems.  Her sister had a baby by this Loser and she moved it with the Loser and his mom and her boyfriend, basically it was 8 peoople and 2 dogs in a 3 bedroom house.  The sister never got along with the mother, they always argued and so on.  Anyway, it was the sister responsibility to pay the gas bill, her being 20 and a little irresponsible she forgot and they got a shut off notice.  The mom got mad and they got into a bad arguement.  The Loser tried to come in between them and one thing lead to another and the sister got best down by the mother and the Loser.  Did I mention in front of her child.  So Sandy called me (cause I have a car) so we could go and pick her and the baby up.  Me being the sweet and angelic soul that I am did it.  We took her to a shelter and got her and the baby checked in and everything.  The program promises to help her find a job and a house within 2 months.  Great program.  Problem; her dumb ass called him and he came and picked her and the baby up and took them back to the house.  *insert blank stare* FOR WHY?  Sandy was so upset when she found out she said to hell with her if that is the life she want for her and her baby then so be it.  2 days later she called Sandy and told her that he fucked her up again this time worst than before she had to go to the hospital and now he won't give the baby back.  To make a long story short now she is running around like she don't even want to get the baby back.  Bouncing from house to house and hanging and partying smoking cigarettes.  She just gone wild.  My heart goes out to Sandy cause she is so stressed out trying to help someone who doesn't want help right now.  Her sister even called me and tried to ask me for help but I had to turn her down cause she is still on that other shit.  I helped her once and she turned and did the same thing I can't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong for not wanting to get involved for the 2nd time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she WAKE UP and get her self together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6008911201467968491?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6008911201467968491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6008911201467968491' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6008911201467968491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6008911201467968491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1811869973908169034</id><published>2007-01-04T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:14:45.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did I Pick Up the Phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it when you are trying to mind your own business someone always bother you, and make you part of their problem? Yesterday I was at home trying to get some rest, when my phone ranged. I looked at the caller ID and it was Babydaddy. Now a part of me said Lady don't answer the phone, but another part of me (the curious part) said pick it up. Needless to say I answered the phone he started off by asking me how I was doing and was everything ok. I automatically thought that was strange, so I said everything is everything what can I do for you. That's when he began We broke up. I said what do you mean you broke up. He said Me and Kelly we finally broke up. Now keep in mind this is the girl he cheated on me to be with. So I should care why? So I tried to hide the I don't give a fuck in my voice and asked what happened? He said he could not take the verbal abuse anymore. I felt kind of bad for him because I had knew should was verbally abusing him but had no idea to what degree. He went on to explain how bad it was and believe me it was bad. Then he asked me for my advice and I just simply told him you are better off without her cause she never respected you as a man anyway. If you love someone you don't try to tear them down mentally you would think she would want to build him up. Of course it is 3 sides to every story, but the one that I heard I didn't like it one bit. I hate the fact that he called me of all people to tell about his mishap, but now I feel bad for him and angry that she did that to him. Regardless to how I feel I am gonna still keep my guard up cause I don't want him to think he can get some rebound ass from me. He asked me can he come over when I get out of school today I told him yeah but little do he know I am gonna be sleep while he is there. So I hope he enjoy my small DVD collection or bring his own movies to watch to keep him company. Cause I am not going for his bullshit I don't want her sloppy leftovers especially if he is acting all weak and feeling sorry for himself like I think he is. Gotta go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I handled the situation right or could have done better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1811869973908169034?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1811869973908169034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1811869973908169034' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1811869973908169034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1811869973908169034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-did-i-pick-up-phone.html' title='Why Did I Pick Up the Phone!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5852649136566070384</id><published>2007-01-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:42:49.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>This year I decicded not to make a New Year's Resolution.  I usually make one every year just to mess it up around feb or mar.  So I didn't even bother.  My past two weeks has been very boring I didnt' do anything interesting except get drunk on New Year's by my self. (stupid desicion)  Then had to turn around and go to work.  I almost got into a bad accident on the freeway, I hit a puddle and it shot me all the way across the lanes of the freeway.  Boy was that scary.  I spent Christmas with my daughter and her father side of the family.  We had fun then I went to my peoples house and had a great time over there.  I wish I had more time to blog but got to go, class is about to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5852649136566070384?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5852649136566070384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5852649136566070384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5852649136566070384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5852649136566070384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6142074627902309304</id><published>2006-12-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:10:26.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost overslept last night for work. I was so scared when I looked at the clock, but when I saw it was only 10:10 I had 50 mins to make something happen. It's a good thing that I don't live far from work. We got our bonus checks today which is a good thing cause I was afraid we might not get them, cause of the fight that broke out 2 weeks ago. I finally get a chance to finish my Christmas shopping today. I took off of work today so I have 3 whole days off I am so glad. Babygirl and I are gonna have a ball this weekend. Why do her dad keep trying to get me to come to his house? I am gonna trick him, I am gonna show up but I am going to have babygirl with me, and she is going to be under us both so much that if he wants to try something he can't. LOL I can't wait to see the look on his face. I got a chance to meet Ruben Studdard last night and he is a big teddy bear. He is so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should have cashed my check before I came to school, now I am going to have to wait before I grab a snack. I was so happy today when I got the mail out of the box and saw that my friend from jail wrote me a letter. It was so good hearing from him. I need something done to my hair before I go out to this get together. I guess my afro will have to do for now, which that is getting to be so out of control. It needs to be shaped. I really dont' have anything to blog about so Enjoy ur holiday as well as your weekend and I will blog you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6142074627902309304?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6142074627902309304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6142074627902309304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6142074627902309304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6142074627902309304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-almost-overslept-last-night-for-work.html' title='My Rambling'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1888873647108306596</id><published>2006-12-21T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:45:58.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today I am having such a good day.  It feels like a dream and I don't want to wake.  Even though the weather is crappy I will survive.  I have been sick for the past week, I think it was the flu.  My whole body hurted, felt like I took a body shot from a train and wrecked the train.  I had to send Babaygirl over her dad's house so she would not catch my germs.  She called and checked on me everyday, telling me how she should be there taking good care of me.  That little girl is so sweet.  My friend at work got some bad news the other day she found out that her 13 year old girl was pregnant.  She was totally devastated and she needed a shoulder to cry on so I was there for her, I just didn't get to close (cause of my cold).  She has been so upset that she keeps drinking.  I tried to tell her that drinking is not gonna make that baby go away.  So she sobered up and came to the conclusion that she didn't want any grandkids running around so she is  taking the girl to get it terminated.  My heart gose out to both mother and child cause I was once that scared little child with a life growing inside of me.  I just hope and pray Idont' have to go thru any thing like that with my baby.  SO far so good.  Well I got to get to class blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1888873647108306596?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1888873647108306596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1888873647108306596' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1888873647108306596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1888873647108306596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6958605701423273234</id><published>2006-12-20T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:40:25.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>I have been so sick these last couple of days.  I miss my blog fam and I will update probably tomorrow, cause I won't be so busy.  I am in a new class where I have to do transcription.  That is a lot of freaking typing.  I guess that is why I type so lazily when I get here.  Any way I will blog yall later and have a happy hump day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6958605701423273234?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6958605701423273234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6958605701423273234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6958605701423273234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6958605701423273234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-2357923991681409005</id><published>2006-12-12T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:16:01.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks To Be Me</title><content type='html'>Today has been very tiring. It has bearly started for me and I am tired already. My first irritation started last night when I found out I might be signing my own write-up. We were suppose to take turns looking out for a supervisor while the others nap. Needless to say this BITCH fell asleep with the rest of us. Supervisor rolled up on all three of us, he said he might have to write us up. I can't afford to get any write-ups I am the union steward. That is so fucking tacky. I cursed her dumbass out. She said she seen him coming but she dozed off any way without a warning to either of us.  We are all just fucked in the game.&lt;br /&gt;*insert blank stare* I could not wrap my brain around that ignorant shit. So I repeated it , You mean to tell me you saw him coming and you fell back to sleep within 3 seconds................ she says yes. I wanted to club her over the damn head. She's kicked out of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Irritation is Baby daddy is being extremely nice to me and I dont' know why? I guess I need to enjoy this while I can. Only thing I don't like is how he show up unannounced. That is not cool he did it twice. He thinks cause his daughter is there then he can just show the fuck up. No honey it does not work like that. I already told him he is gonna have to call first. He said ok but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third irritation Mr. Mildew called me and tried to sell me a 1988 escort for can you guess what he tried to sell it for ........ I'll wait.................. Ok since you give up 1600.00 yes a whopping 1600.00 I hung up on him. He called me back and asked me did your phone drop the call I told him no I dropped it. I am allergic to bullshit. He goes on to tell me that it runs well that he drove it all the time when he was in high school. I said oh ok but you are 36 and that car is 18. Dumb ass so I hung up again and turned off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough venting I gotta go we are doing CPR today so I have to go and suck face of a Dummy named Annie I hope she is hot!!! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-2357923991681409005?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/2357923991681409005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=2357923991681409005' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/2357923991681409005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/2357923991681409005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-sucks-to-be-me.html' title='It Sucks To Be Me'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5285201870441628806</id><published>2006-12-08T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:33:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People</title><content type='html'>Damn! The Green Mile has struck again.  She flipped out a cursed out a supervisor.  It's crazy because she did not get in trouble.  I could not believe it.  This is what happened, A supervisor is giving a Christmas party and she only invited a select few for the party.  The Green Mile was under the impression that she was invited but she was not.   She was going around telling everyone what she was going to wear and so on.  So when she found out that she was not invited she totally spassed out, and went and cursed out the supervisor.  Told her Fuck you and your party.  I don't give a fuck about your party.  I was thinking she was in trouble but no girlfriend was back at work the next day like it was no body's business.  I'm just thinking how many times is she gonna get away with dumb shit?  Are they scared of her?  I don't know all I can do is worry about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the madness gonna stop.  Another supervisor got suspended for sexual harrassment.  He told a female employee that he can stick his dick in her and make her feel good.  She got upset and told.  They are gonna take it all the way to the board.  I feel real bad for him cause he is my friend but at the same time he was wrong.  I hope he don't lose his job, just make him go to a sexual harassment seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go.  We have to finish decorating out door for the Christmas Contest.  Have a great weekend and be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5285201870441628806?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5285201870441628806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5285201870441628806' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5285201870441628806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5285201870441628806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-people.html' title='Crazy People'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5087257921093255806</id><published>2006-12-06T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:27:38.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of my diet.  I hate to use the word diet so I will say healthy living.  I am cutting out all of the unhealthy snacking.  I think my biggest problem is that I dont' have enough time to eat and that slows the metabolism down.  When I do eat I grab candy or chips.  So my friend has helped me advise a plan on what to eat and how often to eat.  Maybe I should wait until I go grocery shopping.  Yea that makes since.   So Friday will be official start day, but I am going to give up snacks and pop.  For the first week I am going to drink nothing but water to cleanse my system.  I've been a bad girl and haven't drunk much water lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any body have any good tips on dieting oops I mean healthy living feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!  Blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5087257921093255806?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5087257921093255806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5087257921093255806' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5087257921093255806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5087257921093255806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/start-day.html' title='Start Day'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-8832912266013806579</id><published>2006-12-04T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:20:12.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Blog About?</title><content type='html'>Today in class after we finished out assignment we started sufing the net about sex offenders.  I was getting ready to call my friend Red and tell him I seen him on the sex offenders list.  I know it was a cruel joke but it would have been funny.  I know he would not have believed me but still to just pass the time.  Baby Daddy called me yesterday telling me he had a dream about me and he wanted to come over.  So I told him when I get back I will call him and maybe he can come by.  Well he called me and I was gonna tell him to come by and leave before he got there, but instead I told him no thank you and why is he cheating on his girlfriend.  Then he went on to tell me that she be trippin and she this and that I was so not interested in what she was doing.  I told him if he feels that way then he need to leave her alone and find someone else.  He didn't want to hear nothing I had to say, so he ended the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend called me and she was very upset.  I asked her why and she began to tell me that she found out that her mom was gay, complete with long time girlfriend and she never knew.  I asked how long have she been that way she told me for the last 15 years.  I said Damn she hid that well.  Cause when we were in high school I use to hang out at her house and her mom was just regular mom who fussed at us, made us do our homework, gave us curfews, and use to take us to school dances.  I was also very shocked to hear the information.  I thought about it if it was my mom I would probably be on some Dr's couch talking about when I was a kid how she use to bake me cookies before she went to work.  On the flip side she really can't get mad cause her mom raised her and her 4 brothers so it her time and if she chooses to spend the rest of her life that way then  so be it.  Maybe thru out the years she had been giving out clues like the time she cut off all her hair and got brush waves which she still wears today.  I just thought she got tired of long hair.  Any way I tried calling her but she turned off her phone, I guess she don't feel like talking to no one right now.  I'll call her later.  My heart goes out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out one of your parents were gay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-8832912266013806579?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/8832912266013806579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=8832912266013806579' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8832912266013806579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8832912266013806579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-to-blog-about.html' title='What to Blog About?'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-8148581880652917011</id><published>2006-12-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:02:39.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>My job can be very irritating.  I work with a lot of women and that shit is for the birds.  It is so many attitudes you have to deal with.  People think that the customers are my hardest task , but it is actually the coworkers.  For instance The Green Mile she continues to irk me.  We only see each for 1 to 2 hours a night.  She is so fucking nasty, she has bronchitis really bad (she is a chain smoker) She hawks loogie's in the garbage all damn day.  In other word she coughs up cold and spits in the garbage.  I told my supervisor to discretly pull her to the side and tell her that she can't do that.  That is the first thing that irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;The door men at my job always trying to do my job.  It's not my fault that the doormen only make 6.00 and hour, so that make them work extra hard for a tip.  They are always trying to kiss the customers ass and annoy me like it is my fault the customers car havent' arrived.  If you didn't know by now I am a valet cashier.  It is sad that I had to let the bitch out on them.  Now if they see me in the window they won't even look my way. lol It is so funny I will see them hurrying over to my booth with a customer ready to front on me then they stop dead in their tracks when we make eye contact, and they will just send the customer.   It is much easier to deal with the customer as oppossed to the doormen.  Customers love me.  They never have a problem out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that the customers love me, this is where me and the valet drivers bump heads.  I like to laugh and joke with the customers just to take their mind off of how long they might have to wait for their vehicles.  The average wait time is 5 to 10 minutes.  Anyway a week ago this customer gave me a 30 dollar tip for no reason.  We just vibed real well needless to say it got back to the valet driver of the car.  The man only tipped him 3 dollars, ol boy was pissed talking about I owe him money.  He kept trying to argue with me and I told him once no, and that was the end of conversation to me, but he kept on and on  and on telling me I owe him money.  So I politly pulled him to the side and say Lookahere (and yes that is a word. lol) If you don't stop harrassing me about this money that I done already told your ass you ain't gonna get it's gonna be some smoke in the city.  Needless to say he left me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is I hate to act like that.  When ever the other side comes out ppl look at me like I am not allowed to be that way cause I come off as such a nice person.  I never act that way unless is provoked.  I am always nice and polite, even when I am having a bad day so when I let the coo coo out of the clock ppl look at me like I am Reagan off of the Excorcist. (is that spelled right?)  anywho gotta go   have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-8148581880652917011?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/8148581880652917011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=8148581880652917011' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8148581880652917011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/8148581880652917011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/12/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-345279963446421518</id><published>2006-11-30T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:30:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my 2 nieces so much.  My sister and I got into a huge mess right before Thanksgiving and had not spoken to each other since.  I have not been to her house either but the really bad part is I miss my nieces so much.  One is 13 and the other will be 2 on Dec 27.  She is so funny, I talked to her on the phone and she said she love me.  The problem is my sister have a hard time forgiving ppl.  No matter what the problem is she just wont' let shit go.  The bad part was it was her and my nephew fault.  I want to call her but she would just start another argument.  I really wish she wouldn't be that way, sometimes I think she has a mental problem cause she march to the beat of a different drum only when it comes to her temper.  What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate take home test.  They suck so much.  My teacher told me the saddest strory about this 13 year old who was charging a dollar for blow jobs.  That almost brought tears to my eyes.  Once child protective services was involved, they figured she got it from her mother.  I could never imagine steering my baby in that direction.  People don't need to have kids that they don't want.  This girl just asked me to borrow a pen and her breath just curled my eyelashes.  I think I feel dizzy.  Anyway I have a summary I have to finish on Patient Consent.  I think I am gonna write about Rush Limbaugh and that medication case he went thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I got to go I will blog you tomorrow.  Hopefully I will have something to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-345279963446421518?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/345279963446421518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=345279963446421518' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/345279963446421518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/345279963446421518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/randomly-thinking.html' title='Randomly Thinking'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-326618130468859670</id><published>2006-11-29T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:08:19.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I got to work in a very good mood. I was singing Christmas songs and everything, then all of a sudden I see the Green Mile. So I decided to be nice to her, I notice she was wearing a hat so I said Hey what's up with the hat. She turned around and said Bitch fuck you and don't fucking worry about my hat. Then she went on to say You get on my fucking nerves always talking about somebody. *Insert blank stare* So I said OK This bitch needs a time out. I walked away. She kept going, on and on and on. So I politly said Lookahere you can chill with all that talk if you ain't gonna get off your big retarded ass and do something You need to shut the fuck up and finish your work so you can get up out of my booth. She got mad and called the supervisor, he pulled both of us to the side and asked what happedned and she told him everything and guess what. She got wrote up for cursing and being rude and making a scene in front of the customers. That just goes to prove you dont' have to get all out of pocket to get ur point across. Or to the bottom of a situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am getting so tired of ppl taking my kindness for weakness. I am happy to announce the fat roll is covered!!! *everyone stands and applause* I never thought the day will come when I wouldn't have to look at that damn roll. I don't know what exactly it took for it to happen but Thank God it is covered. I have a test to review for so I gotta go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-326618130468859670?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/326618130468859670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=326618130468859670' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/326618130468859670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/326618130468859670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/addiction.html' title='To Kind'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-9026557978068687432</id><published>2006-11-28T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:26:37.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me (UNCUT)</title><content type='html'>I have decided to answer questions about me so you all can get a better understanding so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladynay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's ur career choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a medical office administrator which consist of a whole lot of office work along with medical billing and coding. After I get experience in the field I want to be a teacher and teach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, but I would love to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was your child planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at the age of 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you belong to a particular faith system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a christian. I believe in God and I know where my blessings come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, I wonder what does that say about me? I don't know why I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left or Right handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right hand. A fact you probably didn't know was to be left handed is a handicap. It is a right handed world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimate favorite meal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken, red beans and rice, corn bread, and macaroni and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure can. Haven't killed anyone yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much longer in school do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until March and I graduate in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever post pictures on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe on my blogerversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How fast does grass grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never took the time to see or even cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke grass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, not my style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do people still call it grass? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you will hear refer before you hear grass lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Favorit kind of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds especially gospel that is my first love everything else is secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Own an ipod? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but now I own a MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts on reincarnation? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; but I think it funny when ppl think they were someone else in a former life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Going for a masters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know I think I am gonna get my career started first and get on my feet then I will go back. Cause I want to be a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doctorate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;may be somewhere in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to relax?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I am learning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes only when I go out and I try not to overdue it unless I am with someone I can really trust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot bath or Hot shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot shower any day they are so relaxing, plus my shower has a massager.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deepnthought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you do for love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It depends on how long I've been in love and how drastic is it that he wanted me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to have more children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, only if I get married. I will be willing to do it for a husband and not a baby daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want your legacy to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be remembered as a person who never met a stranger. A kind, giving, and intelligent person. Someone who had a good sense of humor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freaky...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What won't you blog about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know I am a pretty bold person so it's not much that I won't talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A computer, dinning room set, money and WORLD PEACE. ( I use to want to be a beauty pagent contestant)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything off limits sexually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will not shit or piss on me and I will not shit and piss on you. sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could kill three ppl without fear of arrest jail or any type of retaliation Who do you kill and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never dreamnt of killing anyone. I don't hate anyone enough to want them dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would win between Baby New Year and Cupid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cupid cause love conqueres all. Yes I know that is cheesy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are three qualities you can't stand in females?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lack of self esteem and confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad attitudes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and just plain ol stupid or dumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;mistress...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like animals and do you have any?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes I love animals but no I don't have any. I am actually scared of most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ladynay Again lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you ever met any of the other Michigan bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I only met one and that is The Freaky Man himself Mr. Freaky Deaky, he was the one turned me on to Blogger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shereejoi... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born May 26 I am a Gemini and I love don't believe the hype about Gemini's cause we get misrepresented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What is your favorite position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has to be sitting a guy in a armless chair and riding him with my back facing him. guys love that position. not to mention that way I get to hit my own G-spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Would you give it up on the 1st date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldn't want to, we would really have to be totally in to each other for me to do that and lately the dates I have been having never. but never say never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are you the jealous type in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I am gonna trust you until you give me a reason not to. Then if I can't trust you then I have to go cause I can't put myself thru that especially now since I am older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for all of your question if you have more please feel free to submit more if you want to know more. I had fun answering these questions. Thanx and Blog you later. I am interested in hearing ur feedback.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-9026557978068687432?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/9026557978068687432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=9026557978068687432' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/9026557978068687432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/9026557978068687432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-to-know-me-uncut.html' title='Getting to Know Me (UNCUT)'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6495766607241664181</id><published>2006-11-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:51:29.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date From Hell</title><content type='html'>I got to start off with a question: Why don't I ever listen to my inner me?  After I got my hair done I should have took my happy ass home and watch T.V. But no not me I had to out with this guy who I thought was a nice dude.  Even though we talked on the phone for about two months it would have never prepared me for what I was getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I pick him up at his house at 7 pm, it's dark out.  He can't drive cause Michigan has this new thing called driver's responsibility fee, that is for people with outstanding tickets and etc... Needless to say he owes a shitload of money so his liscense are gone.  He comes out of the house first thing I notice is his sunglasses (insert blank stare) For Why?  For the life of me I could not figure that out so I let it go.  He gets in we speak and he gives me a half hug, ok that's cool.  As we are driving I am listening to Meatloaf (the singer) so he shouts out MEATLOAF really loud out of the clear blue like he got tourettes, scares the shit out me.  He was so proud that he got that right, so we start to talk and he begans to brag about all the stuff that he bought which was basically the whole out fit down to the Jordans he was sporting and those damn sunglasses.  We gets to the movies and walk in all of a sudden I started to see something sparking out of the corner of my eye I look over it is his damn belt buckle.  It was the biggest and shinniest thing I had ever seen.  He saw me look at it and then he started to smile and say look it spins to.  I thought I was gonna pass out.  Then I notice he is walking funny so I ask him what's the matter he says "I know I wear a size 12 in shoes but I swear these feel like an 10".  So I look down at the shoes and say DAMN maybe you should loosen up the shoe strings some.  Those damn shoe strings were so tight it looked as if a person got on each side of him and had a damn tug of war with his strings then he tied them.  He said Naw they alright it's just that my feet hurt.  *Insert blank stare*  Whatever we sit for the movie, he puts his arm around me, No he did not start to complain about his eyes are hurting so I suggested he remove his sunglasses then he says hell naw I look sweet in these.  Well fuck it damn it stop complaining.  Then I began to smell something.  Oh HELL NAW this mutha fucker smell like mildew or dirty mop water take ur pick.  Now  I am really irritated so I have a major attitude.  My only relief was another guy sat next to me who smell so good and he was my savior.  After the movie he wanted to go bowling I snapped at him and said why so you can take ur tight shoes off, hell no I am taking you home cause I have to pick up my mother.  OH I forgot to mention thru out the whole date he had been coughing like he had a terrible plague.  When he got out of the car he  tried to kiss me.  Pump ur breaks please.  I told him no I had a cold and he exited the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so irritating to me.  I have a question do I have a right to be mad about that experience?&lt;br /&gt;Give me ur imput please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6495766607241664181?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6495766607241664181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6495766607241664181' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6495766607241664181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6495766607241664181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/date-from-hell.html' title='Date From Hell'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1728473603436747543</id><published>2006-11-25T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T08:06:16.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I am so glad I am getting my hair done right now.  I can't wait until she is done.  I have a full day ahead of me.  I wanted to take my MP3 player over my friend Red's house but if I can't use my mom car then I am S.O.L.  I want him to download music on it for me so I can stop carrying around this skipping ass cd player.  I can give it to my daughter.  Then I have a date today with this guy I met about a month ago, we suppose to go and play pool.  He is real cool but I am gonna have to keep my guard up cause he act like he care a little to much.  He is always concerned about my day and what I do and everything.  It is almost like a dream come true.  I hope we can hit it off.  He has a good sense of humor which is always a plus and he is respectful to me.  He has no kids and he works at a factoryl.  Last night I got a chance to meet Rick Ross he is so nice he sat there and kicked it with me and my girl.  My silly ass was to scared to ask for a pic so I kinda feel I missed out.  I almost fainted when I seen T.I. OH MY GOD that man is so fine.  I tried to speak but the words got caught in my throat, all I could do was sit and wave like I was an idiot.  I hope all of you had a good Thanksgiving.  Mine was ok but my sister and I got into it really bad so I did not go over her house.  I stayed home by myself.  My daughter was with her dad and his girl so I did not intrude.  I wanted to go shopping but I was not in the mood.  So I turned all the lights off and laid down.  My neighbor knocked on the door and gave me a plate I ate and went back to sleep then my mom came over and she pressed my hair and I took a bath and got ready for work.  Well that was my Thanksgiving.  Gotta go time to wash the conditioner out of my hair blog you Monday.  Peace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1728473603436747543?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1728473603436747543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1728473603436747543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1728473603436747543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1728473603436747543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6309532857821537319</id><published>2006-11-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:36:07.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Last night at work was so boring the whole crew damn near slept for 3 hours with out any interuption. Not even the supvisor was awake. When I seen that I said oh shit we all gonna be unemployeed for the holidays. So I got up and started cleaning the place up, needless to say in the middle of wiping the counter off I fell asleep for another 1/2 hour. I finally deciced to get up for good then it was 6:30 I was so excited cause I got off in another hour. I'm glad I got that rest cause I had to be at school at 10 am so now I am not that sleepy. I am up set I got a C+ on my test today I am so hurt it's time to get on the grind. Another reason I am so irritated is because my job did not give us our checks. We won't get them until Friday those cocksuckers. Boy do they get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair dresser is healed she had a bad rash from a out break in her apartment building. She told me she is finally better so I will go and get all this hair done either Friday or Sat. To bad I got to look like a crazy lady for the holidays but I'll make it look good. I need to go shopping so I can get baby girl that coat she want. Either a baby phat or a Jlo. It's a girl at my job I think she is jealous of me cause everytime she see me she always got some shit to talk. Then she try to do it in a joking way. We had some words last night while I was still conscience and she said I embarrassed her. She tried to embarrass me by calling me a black spot. I truly didn't find that funny cause my skin is clear and beautiful. I work hard to keep my skin moisturized and healthy looking. Anyway so I called her The Green Mile only cause she is about 6'2 then she started to cry. Did I feel bad? Hell no cause when the big bitch ran out she called me a fat ass. Once again I did not appreciate her calling me that and I never get complaints about how fat my ass is. So I called her a mole face, Jolly Green Giant, Big Foot, Missing Link bitch. I know I know that is very childish but I have ignored this child for so long it just could not go on any longer. Now she vows to never speak to me again. GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who Everyone have a wonderful Turkey day and I will Blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6309532857821537319?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6309532857821537319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6309532857821537319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6309532857821537319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6309532857821537319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-6234603389290241337</id><published>2006-11-20T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:33:09.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions</title><content type='html'>1. Why do people with bad breath always get in your face and want to say things that start with sh.. or h..&lt;br /&gt;2. Why have I had a crush on the lead supervisor at my job for 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why have I started watching porn again?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why haven't I talked to my brother in 2months?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did Jim Jones get jumped by Lil Cease and his crew and Cam fled?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do this girl in my class type so hard that my finger tips hurt?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why am I the only person in my building that works?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why if this bitch sitting next to me get smart with me one more time when I am only trying to help her out I'm gonna slap the fuck out of her and make her glasses fall off?&lt;br /&gt;9. Why am I in love with Dwayne Johnson bka The Rock?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why is it I find my co-worker attractive and it's a female? (scary) that is a whole nother blog 11. Why am I having a hard time making it to church on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;12. Why do my baby dady irritate the hell out of me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Why do he think I am his counselor for him and his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;14. Why is my class mate about to bleed from her lip if she ask me can we trade seats again?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why did we get a review for a test we have to take tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;16. Why did this 19 year old boy at my job just get a jheri curl?&lt;br /&gt;17. Why did this lady cut my mom off and called my mom a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;18. Why is this married white man keep calling me asking me can we hook up?&lt;br /&gt;19. Why do I get the blues around the holiday?&lt;br /&gt;20. Last but not least Why in the &lt;strong&gt;FUCK &lt;/strong&gt;is this damn fat roll still fucking looking at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I am still accepting questions for my upcoming post Getting to Know Me (uncut)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-6234603389290241337?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/6234603389290241337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=6234603389290241337' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6234603389290241337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/6234603389290241337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-2201433892131522499</id><published>2006-11-20T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:33:49.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>My job is tripping major.  I work midnights and it is so slow that sometimes I don't even get customers.  Most of the time I do my homework or I talk on the phone, but sometimes that don't even help to stay awake.  We had a meeting Friday and my supervisor said they had pictures of people sleep at their work locations.  That is so embarrassing, I said to myself if I doze off and some asshole is in my face taking some damn pic of me sleep I am gonna beat the shit out of him with that damn camera and break it over his damn head.  Everyone was paranoid cause we all snooze at some point or another.  They finally told me who it was, thank God it was not me.  I was so stressed out about that dumb shit.  Now we have a buddy system where we watch out for each other if they are gonna sleep.  I am so happy no school Thursday or Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so boring today I just finished my work and now it ain't nothing to do.  I thought about going ahead and doing some other assignments but decided against it.  I am gonna hold off on that getting to know me post for a few days just to make sure everyone got their questions in.  Baby Girl went to her dad's girl friend house for a sleep over, cause her daughters b-day.  She did not even want to go.  So I told her she didn't have to, but then her daddy bribed her with money and she went.  Sell out!!!  She told me it was ok but the girl kept trying to act funny cause her cousins were there.  I told her as long as none of them put their hands on her she didn't have a problem.  Needless to say I don't like my ex's girl friend.  Thank God it was no problem cause I would hate to act a fool over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor he is so nice he's gonna give me a MP3 player today I can't wait.  I'm gonna get my friend Red to down load some stuff for me.  I guess I gotta give him a Christmas gift.  Any way keep the questions rolling in and Blog you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-2201433892131522499?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/2201433892131522499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=2201433892131522499' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/2201433892131522499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/2201433892131522499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-5829353405816676845</id><published>2006-11-17T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:50:43.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank everyone for welcoming me to the blogger community.   I would like to do a getting to know me  post.  I want you all to ask me any question that is on your mind about me.  No question is dto personal, cause I have choices wether to answer them or not. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a crazy day and it bearly began.  I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  My sisters and I all decided to take a family portrait this year.  I can't wait it will be the first one we took in 15 years so we all have changed since then.  Plus my mom is getting up in age she is now 64 and still going strong.  It's funny cause she takes care of senior citizens and she is one herself.  She is also a supervisor of a security company.  I wish she didn't work so hard but that is what she choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have kids now so the pic is going to be much bigger.  I have one, my oldest of my mom kids have one, and my sister next to me have 3.  My brother he has none, I don't know what he is waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my job we had to fill out paper work for our 401k and out of all the representatives in the place I had to get the one with tourettes.  It was very difficult to talk to him with out blinking just like him or someother invoulentary facial movement.  It took all the power I had to consentrate on not doing something to embarrass myself or him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with the fat roll still refuses to pull her shirt down.  It is cold as fuck and her fat roll is still peeking at me.  Thank God I changed my seat, so now it is no longer in front of me it is on the left side of me.  She had on a hoodie that still didn't cover that damn thing.  The sad part is she is not that big.  She is probably 275, ok she is big as hell but still.  I am a big girl my self but I make it look good.  She gives big girls a bad name.  Any way I gotta go.  Make sure you give me some good questions.  talk to you Monday and have a good weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-5829353405816676845?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/5829353405816676845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=5829353405816676845' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5829353405816676845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/5829353405816676845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-to-know-me.html' title='Getting to Know Me'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-1379828272621964663</id><published>2006-11-16T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:24:57.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away!</title><content type='html'>Why is it when it rains, it pours.  When I was little I never did understand that old saying, but now I do.  First of all it has been raining outside since last night, that makes everything so dreary.  Last night I had to sign termination papers for one of my  co-workers, he just had a baby and now he is fired right before Thanksgiving.  Boy, I know that really sucks for him.  I hate to say it but it was his fault.  His attendence was awful and he had more write-ups than the law allowed.  This morning coming home from work I couldn't even get down my street because someone decided to shoot an old lady in the head while she was on her way to work.  For no reason.  And he shot 4 other people 2 are dead and 3 are critically injured.  Last but not least my teacher fucked up my grades so now I have to bring in assignments to prove that I did the work so on my report card I get an incomplete until she turn my grades in and they have to redue them.  So I am really bummed out about that.  Luckily for me I keep everything so it aint no thang.  To bad she is a stupid ass and I don't have to deal with her anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-1379828272621964663?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/1379828272621964663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=1379828272621964663' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1379828272621964663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/1379828272621964663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116300841209588152</id><published>2006-11-08T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out Loud</title><content type='html'>I voted yesterday and yes I felt good.  This guy pissed me off yesterday and said fuck voting wow he is so ignorant.  That really irritated me oh well he will learn one day.  School is kicking my ass.  Working is a little overwhelming.  Can't wait until the weekend.  Rest.  I'm not doing nothing but resting.  Yea right I will probably be out shopping like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question:  Would you get offended if someone you were dating for about 2 weeks asked you to go to the clinic with them so you both can take aids test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that is a great idea, but I asked a friend of mine what he thought and he didn't like the idea.  Anyone who don't like the idea probably got something to hide.  Can't wait to go shopping for the holidays.  I am buying me a computer for Christmas.  I am almost finished with Baby Girl shopping just got to pick her up some clothes and I will be done.  I have nothing much to talk about today.  It is just one of those days.  My hair is a mess but yet I feel sexy as ever.  Maybe it's the lace undies I am wearing.............yea that got to be it.    My daughter's father called me and pissed me off.  All he wanted was to complain about his girlfriend and how stupid she is.  I can care less about his girl, so I cut his silly ass really short and told him I am not in the mood.  He is so irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to class hopfully I will have something to blog about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116300841209588152?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116300841209588152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116300841209588152' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116300841209588152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116300841209588152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking Out Loud'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116258634811731852</id><published>2006-11-03T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Ova</title><content type='html'>Hey what's up everybody! I just got over the worst sinus head cold I have ever had it was terrible. It included sinus drainage, migraines, and more sinus drainage. Yucky. Any way I got ova, so I am happy about that. I am upset cause I was late for school messing around with Cherry.  That damn girl has gotten herself in trouble once again.  She went over to her ex house and had sex with him, then his girl comes in while her dumbass is in the shower.  Girlfriend is banging and banging on the door for her to bring her ass out.  Then the ex and his girl started fighting.  She calls me and tells me she might need me to come and get her.  So I am waiting around for her to let me know what the fuck her silly ass gonna do then I said fuck it I am leaving for school, and you need to get ur dumb ass back home with ur kids and your statutory boyfriend.  She called me back 1 hour later at Red Lobster and said he is taking her to lunch.  *insert blank stare*  I have a question.  Why in the fuck are you going out to lunch with this loser?  She did not answer me.  So I asked another one.  Where is the girlfriend? " At the apartment, he whipped her ass.!"  OK at this point I cannot wrap my mind around what's going on.  Yall pray for her.  She is so book smart, but lacks common sense.  I hung up on her and turned my phone off.  Then snuck into the computer lab to write about my dumbass best friend.  Cause now I am irritated.  I love her but what is it gonna take for her to get off the bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go before my teacher notice I am not there.  Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116258634811731852?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116258634811731852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116258634811731852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116258634811731852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116258634811731852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-ova.html' title='I Got Ova'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116225021927187639</id><published>2006-10-30T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>I usually don't attend parties to often, not unless it is a special occassion.  Well Saturday night was no special occassion I was just bored.  So I decided to go to my Best Friend Cherry ghetto ass house party.  It was a sad sight to see up in their, every ghetto ass reject from the hood was there.  Everyone had drinks in their hands, while others sat in the corner tryin to get to know each other better.   When I walked in I felt like a famous person just stepping on to the red carpet, at least 3 ppl ran up to me asking me what's my name? Do I want a drink? Do I have a man?  I had to take a step back and ask them are they doing a census, cause I was not releasing any info to these hood ass folks.  Anyway I walked in the dinnig room and they had a hand of spades going on, so I got in on that (big mistake)  This dude kept fucking with me.  Telling me that Jesus put me and him together tonight for one purpose and that was for us to be together, so I asked him are you sure it wasn't the devil in a ditry robe and a bad wig?  I had to cut that fool very short.  They tried to have a cake/food fight but my girl put her foot down.  At that time it was time for me to go, I had to end up taking one of her friends home cause she got drunk and couldn't drive.  That put me out of my way cause I stay on the west and that fool stayed on the east.  It was all good she gave me some money to do so anyway.  His stupid ass end up leaving a opened beer in my damn car and I didn't even know it.  (wait until I talk to him) Last but not least the idiot that I blew off at the party, Cherry drunk ass ended up giving him my number, that fool called me 15 times in a row.  Pay back is a mutha.  Gotta go now blog u all tomorrow about my boring date I had Sat b4 the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116225021927187639?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116225021927187639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116225021927187639' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116225021927187639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116225021927187639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116189160655524256</id><published>2006-10-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celerbrations</title><content type='html'>I am feeling pretty good today.  I really don't know why cause today is my daddy's birthday.  He's been dead for 7 years.  Usually this time of the year is hard for me, but I am not sad this time or depressed.  Don't get me wrong I miss my dad more than anything in the world.  It's no doubt about it I was a daddy's girl for sure.  We spent a lot of time together.  He was the only person that listened to the same type of music that I listened to.  What was so special about him, was his sense of humor it was sick pretty much like mine.  He wasn't a very affectionate man (the type to show his feelings) but I could always tell how he felt, especially about me and my daughter.  We were everything to him and he was everything to us.  My daddy died on October 23, 1999 when he was 72 years old if he could have just held on for 3 more days he would have been 73.  I am glad I don't have any regrets when I think of him.  I took good care of him.  Even though he was never sick, he got around like a 30 year old, always on the go.  If I had the chance to tell him one thing right now and I know he was listening I would just simply say "Daddy I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND DON"T YOU EVER FORGET THAT."  I know if he was still alive he would be so proud of me.  I can hear him say right now, "You are a hard worker.  Good Job that's how I raised you to be, Independent."  It's really strange cause when I think about him it don't feel like he has been dead that long.  It's not a day go by that I dont' think about him.  I know he would not want me to be sitting around all sad and depressed anyway.  I guess that is why I am smiling and feeling really good.  Plus I just got my test back and I got a 100% on it that helped to. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's time for me to go home and do  some fun homework yippee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116189160655524256?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116189160655524256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116189160655524256' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116189160655524256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116189160655524256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/celerbrations.html' title='Celerbrations'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116180551061784509</id><published>2006-10-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>Hello ppl of Blog world.  I miss yall, but I have been so weighted down with work and school I sometimes don't have the time.  Can you believe I have 6 books for one freaking class.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I really have nothing to blog about.  I had 2 test today and I think I passed both with an A.  Can't wait to get them back.  My weekend was not at all what I had planned but oh well better luck next time.  I did enjoy myself anyway.  I hung out with some friends I hadn't seen in a long time.  We played cards to the wee hours of the morning.  Unfortunately I have a new case to represent at work.  This lady got fired over some stupid stuff so now I have to help her get her job back that should be fun!!!  Right now I am in between classes now so I have to go.  I will be back tomorrow with something interesting to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116180551061784509?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116180551061784509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116180551061784509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116180551061784509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116180551061784509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116137319053905658</id><published>2006-10-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Life?</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem, I hope it brightens ur day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift.......Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge.........Meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure.......Dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sorrow.........Overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy........Face it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty........Perform it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game.......Play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery.......Unfold it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song........Sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an opportunity.........Take it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey......Complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise........Fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beauty.........Prize it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle........Fight it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a goal......Achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a puzzle......Solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt; I hope you enjoyed the poem.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweetest Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116137319053905658?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116137319053905658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116137319053905658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116137319053905658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116137319053905658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-life.html' title='What is Life?'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116129671709864850</id><published>2006-10-19T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>I was so happy yester day I was finally able to get my car fixed.  Even though my machanic showed up late as hell and he had to fix my brakes in the dark, he did it anyway.  I was a little concerned about him doing it in the dark, but they work and that is all that matters.  On top of that he know off 50 bucks because he was being an asshole, so that was good also.  It don't help none I wore my sexy underwear and I am feeling so sexy it hurts.  I even thought about touching myself tonight, we'll see if I still feeling this way.  And I went to Lover's Lane and bought a couple of things from there.  I spent almost a h0ur in there just flirting with the sales man he was trying his best to sell me everything.  But I had my mind made up when I went in there.  When I go back I am gonna get the new vibrator it look like a honey comb and it is so intense.  Ladies if you ever want to see how a vibrator would feel on your clit, then try it on the tip of ur nose.  Then you will get a little sample.  That is just one of the many tips I got yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some time after class to get into the computer lab so here I am posting another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't wait for the weekend.  On Friday I am getting all my nieces and nephews along with my baby and we are gonna watch scary movies until we drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I hope to have Fuck Fest 2006 with Red if he decides to come over if not then I will just give him his gift and find something else to get into, might even go bowling with my sisters.  Those hoes single. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could go out with this girl I met not to long ago.  We can hang and have some fun cause she said her and her boyfriend are not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well either way it  go I will have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will really holla at yall tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116129671709864850?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116129671709864850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116129671709864850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116129671709864850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116129671709864850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116128188714348711</id><published>2006-10-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Classes</title><content type='html'>Hey blogger world.  My new classes are so demanding I am not going to have much time to spend in here with reading blogs.  I will make as much time as I can.  I think my teacher has gone crazy and just start giving us work like she has lost her mind but I will be back tomorrow to blog my problems away.  Wish me well in my two new classes and I will talk to yall later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116128188714348711?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116128188714348711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116128188714348711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116128188714348711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116128188714348711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-classes.html' title='New Classes'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116110438551198231</id><published>2006-10-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Fair Day</title><content type='html'>Most people go to the fair to have fun and enjoy the food, at least that's why I use to go.  But on May 31, 2004 turned into one of the worst days of my life.  That's when I was finally able to put a face on the woman that my boyfriend/baby daddy was cheating with.  I always knew in the back of my mind but I never had enough proof until now.  It was a nice day out when (he) Scrappy, my daughter Baby Girl, and I decided to go to the fair.  When we got there, they got on some rides so that automatically elected me to hold everyone's junk so I did.  Scrappy had a pic phone, so I decided to take a few pictures of my 2 babies on the ride.  They were so adorable.  When I went back to look at the pic I had took I almost passed out I could not believe what I had saw on that phone, it was a woman wearing nothing but a smile and some red pumps.  I instantly got sick, but because of Baby Girl I decided to hold it together.  I didn't want to ruin her good time because I had fucked around and  tried to kill her daddy.  I couldn't avoid that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach ( come on ladies u know what I am talking about) I started to vomit and I had a really bad headache I  tried to hold it together but my nerves were a wreck.  Him and Baby Girl were so concerned about me asking me what was the matter but I kept telling them nothing so we decided to go home.  When we got there he took care of Baby Girl and put her to bed.  I decided to take a shower and lay down.  He kept asking me what's wrong, but I couldn't find the words to tell him how I felt.  At that moment that's when the other twin came out of me (u know I am a Gemini) I said stuff to him that I didn't even understand.  I cursed and fussed until I made myself sick again then I confronted him with the phone.  His ass denied everything to the bitter sweet end.  He come telling me that he got the pics out of a magazine.  After going back and forth for a little while he still didn't admit to it so I left.  I have a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when a man get busted they always try to stick to the first lie even when they know they are busted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh eventually he admitted to the pics that ended 10 years of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116110438551198231?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116110438551198231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116110438551198231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116110438551198231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116110438551198231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-fair-day.html' title='A Bad Fair Day'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116102595714680726</id><published>2006-10-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Problem???</title><content type='html'>Ladies you know how men are always complaining about women not working and being lazy and not participating in the finacial aspect of the relationship.  They call us every name under the sun.  Now what happens when you find a woman that don't mind working and helping out.  Now she works to much.  Men need to make up their minds.  Not only do they accuse u of working to much they also accuse u of fucking everyone u work with.  It is so nerve wrecking.  I have men who don't want to date me because they say I work to much and dont' have enough time for him.  Just like I tried to explain if I had someone I wouldn't have to work so hard.  I would make time for him if he just gave me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are happy to see egg on Ms New York face once again.  That just goes to show pussy don't get you everything u want.  If she would have just behaved like a lady and had some wits about herself she could have walked off with her Flav.  I am proud of Deelyshis even though some things she did was a little questionable but she maintained and held out to get what she wanted.  Even though they are not together now.  That shit is so made for TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116102595714680726?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116102595714680726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116102595714680726' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116102595714680726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116102595714680726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-problem.html' title='What&apos;s the Problem???'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116076183458963245</id><published>2006-10-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my neighbor lost his mind. He started shooting at his wife, while she was in the middle of the streets in her night gown. Thank God he was a bad shot cause he missed her all 6 times he pulled the trigger. I have no idea what they could have been arguing about to make him want to shot her but it must have been big. The &lt;a href="mailto:f@$&amp;ed"&gt;f@$&amp;amp;ed&lt;/a&gt; up part is when I got ready to go to work last night she was back at home with that fool. For Goodness Sakes WHY??? I came up with one conclusion, it had to be FOREPLAY. I guess the sex was great that night.  It would have been no way in the world I would have went back to that crazy MOFo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an update on Cherry and her situation, she decided to try to let it fade it away.  Which I don't understand how you can just play with someones feelings that way.  Oh well to each there own.  Plus Cherry just met another guy and they are now currently dating.  Even though she is still dating the little boy.  She to know how to balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two security officers died at my job this past week it was so sad.  They have my condolences (Is that spelled right). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my teacher never showed up and we just sat here looking real stupid on the internet.  This is crazy as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great day and a safe weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116076183458963245?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116076183458963245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116076183458963245' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116076183458963245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116076183458963245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116067285966481316</id><published>2006-10-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Get on my Nerves!!!</title><content type='html'>Ladies let me know if you can relate to me on this one.  Don't you hate when you start talking to a guy and you are actually kind of interested in them, then they go and say something stupid like " Yea, I love to eat pussy, I will eat yo pussy real good".  First of all that shit don't move me.  All that is telling me that you are a nasty mutha fucker who eat any and every one pussy you come in contact with.  They actually think we are suppose to be impressed by that.  It don't impress me at all all it do for me is repulse me.  Look I can get my pussy ate before I get a meal in my tummy.  I can get it ate before I can get gas in my car.  So fellows if that is all you have to say, then don't say nothing to me cause I don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies if you can relate holla at me.  Guys if this is ur lame ass holla at me and tell me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116067285966481316?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116067285966481316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116067285966481316' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116067285966481316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116067285966481316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/men-get-on-my-nerves.html' title='Men Get on my Nerves!!!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116059258581558143</id><published>2006-10-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I get to class to find out we are having a 2 part final.  First part is open book.  Is it me or is open book is worst than any other final.  I would rather have a oral final.  (Don't even think it Freaky. LoL)  where you have to get up in front of the class and the teacher ask you random questions.  Then the second part is an exam with about 75 to 100 questions on it.  Excuse me for a sec....&lt;strong&gt;SHIT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;....... ok I'm back.  That is going to tie up my whole weekend.  Not to mention that the open book portion covers 15 damn chapters.  Wait hold on......FUCK!!!......ok I must be coming down with something.  Anyway I just hope I can maintain my 4.0, I would be so devastated if it drop just a little.  Especially since my competition sits right next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone sympathize with me just drop me a few lines and enjoy the rest of ur day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116059258581558143?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116059258581558143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116059258581558143' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116059258581558143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116059258581558143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-me.html' title='Why Me!!!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116050176139685355</id><published>2006-10-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Irritate Me</title><content type='html'>1. If your house is infested with roaches, stop trying to offer everyone something to eat. No one wants macaRoach and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you ask me for directions, please wait until I am finish talking before you hurry off. That's the case I hope ur dumb ass get even loster stupid and end up in gang territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are bigger than me don't ask to borrow none of my clothes. Why the hell do you think I want my shit stretched all out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are driving slow in front of me, don't get mad when I pass ur driving miss Daisy ass up. When they see you trying to pass them that's when they want to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO NOT try and have a conversation with me when you see I am on the phone or reading a book. DUHHH Apparantly I am trying to ignore you on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I loan you something, I should not have to ask for it back. You should bring it back. What the hell, you tryin to make me forget dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I go on a date with you and you agreed to pay for everything then don't get mad and start complaing about how much everything cost. Cheap ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ladies if weave is what you do, please have enough hair to cover the track. And guess what safety pins do not work. Try bobby pins. It's less painful. Don't have everyone wondering why blood is running down your face, cause one came a loose and stabbed you in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To all the parents, Please dont' call ur small children Bitches. That just don't sound right. Ur one year old is crying and you yell out SHUT UP BITCH!!! That just don't sound cool at all. Calm down and be a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally, If I tell you I am going to sleep and I will call you when I wake up don't call me 30 mins later asking me what am I doing and can I talk to you cause now ur about to get hung up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of many irritating things that really get to me. Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116050176139685355?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116050176139685355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116050176139685355' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116050176139685355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116050176139685355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/10-things-that-irritate-me.html' title='10 Things That Irritate Me'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116042306060713127</id><published>2006-10-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems...</title><content type='html'>I usually don't blog twice in one day, but my girlfriend has a problem and she is asking for advice.  I told her I will post it and see the comments my fellow bloggers make.  Here goes: My girlfriend which we will call her Cherry.  Cherry met this lady named Mary about 6 months ago and they became friends.  Mary has a 17 year old son his name is Donny.  Donny was so infatuated with Cherry, he started hitting on her.  First it started off as innocent flirting then slowly but surly it became something else.  I failed to mention that Cherry is 29 years old.  So needless to say she started fucking the little boy (well to me he is not a man) prior to her having sex with him she already knew he was just getting over another young lady.  He tried to kill himself because of it, but she proceeded with this relationship.  It got to the point that they started telling each other they love each other.  Mary tried to object but she knew once they started sexing it was nothing she could do about it.  So Mary told Cherry if I have to choose it will be my son hands down.  Anyway to make a extremly long story short now Cherry is tired of the little boy and wants to get rid of him and she don't know how cause he said without her he don't know what he will do.  He even said he would commit suicide if his mother tried to break them up or he she left him.  SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all the advice I can get feel free to ask question if you need a better understanding.  Please leave ur comments and concerns so Cherry can get rid of her Problem.  Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116042306060713127?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116042306060713127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116042306060713127' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116042306060713127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116042306060713127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/problems.html' title='Problems...'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116041501179229618</id><published>2006-10-09T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies or Nasty Girls?</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone in blogger world. I am so irritated with the way these so called ladies out here are behaving. They are making it bad for real women like me. I am always talking about the men, but today I need to get on the ladies. Some ladies need to learn to conduct themselves like ladies. If you go out and sleep with half the men at your job, don't get mad when they are sitting around discussing how bad the kitty smell while they were hitting it. Don't get mad if you go to a party and no one is excited or happy to see you because you already slept with half the men in there. Oh and please don't get upset when it is a rumor going around that you have a STD cause ur kitty is smelling through your clothes. You know what those are not even ladies I call those nasty girls. Apparently they have never been taught to be a lady. One more thing don't get affended when you make a mistake and drink out of someone elses drink and they freak out and quarentine the drink like you got ebola, cause you got that big cold sore on you lip. So if this fits you don't get mad. CHANGE before it is to late. Get a role model or something. You can even get a hobby. For some of these same reasons, this is why guys don't respect us. They figure we are all like this so that's how they try to treat us. We need to make a stand and not take their bullshit and start acting like real ladies. Let me end this right here before I be preaching to who ever looks in my direction. I can be very passionate about some things so on that note, everyone have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116041501179229618?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116041501179229618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116041501179229618' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116041501179229618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116041501179229618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/ladies-or-nasty-girls.html' title='Ladies or Nasty Girls?'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116034706305326992</id><published>2006-10-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Needs a Friend</title><content type='html'>Hey blogger world.  When I say everyone needs a friend I mean everyone.  My friend came to visit me and we will call him Red.  Friday night I didn't go to work cause of car trouble, so I invited Red over to keep me company.  He brought a movie with him needless to say we both have to rewatch the movie.  We were all over each other.  He was a much needed deversion from my everyday mundane existance.  I should call him my blunt cause I was oh so high.  Red made me feel so relaxed and carefree for the short time we spent together.  We have a crazy type of relationship that I can't put a label on.  I referred to him in a previous post as our relationship being Strange Love.  Only difference is he is not ugly and I am not a tall white woman with a heavy accent.  I know when I go to work everyone is going to notice me glowing.  Anyway gotta go holla back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116034706305326992?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116034706305326992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116034706305326992' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116034706305326992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116034706305326992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-needs-friend.html' title='Everyone Needs a Friend'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116015990959712193</id><published>2006-10-06T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>Mr. Freaky Deaky sent me this meme and told me to fill it out. I was as honest as I could be. This was a nice simple assignment. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My grandpa once: I have no idea, he died before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I: Slept with a female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was younger, I: extremely shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High school was: HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: I talk a lot and fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I really cried was: About 2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now: My husband and I would have sex for one week straight with out leaving the house or having visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair is: irritating and curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My feet are: wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I got the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas: After we opened presents, I got drunk and passed out. What a great christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left: I am sitting next to this nosy ass bitch. Oops I mean my class mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When I turn my head right: I am looking at the wall. Eeww it is a grease stain on it Oops did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My life is not complete without: My God and child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. By this time next year: I will be working in a medical office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a hard time understanding: stupid ass people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One time at a family gathering: I wanted to have sex with my cousin. I can honestly say I didn’t know he was my cousin at first, but feeling still remain the same. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Take my advice: Wear a condom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My ideal breakfast is: sausage eggs and toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you visit my home town: wear a bullet proof vest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My friends are: crazy as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you spend the night at my house: you are sleeping on the floor. Look on the bright side I will be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I would stop my wedding if: I found out my fiancé was fucking the best man. In a sick way that’s kind of hot. I need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The world could do without: cigarettes that shit stank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: lick any man’s nasty ass again LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The most recent thing I've bought myself is: Another month in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. And, by the way: Did you know blood is a liquid organ. It’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The last time I was high: I feel asleep on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. In the past I shouldn't have been: Starting college after highschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Once, at a bar/club: a drag queen did my hair in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last night, I: had phone sex at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If I didn't have any obligations tomorrow: I would go to Chicago and New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. A better name for me would be: Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. In the last 6 months: I have been broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If I ever go back to school: I am already in school to late for regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36: I bet you didn't know: I don’t like bad small children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I am: sweet and kind and spoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I read: Erotica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Every birthday: I get depressed about getting older then I have a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I regret: having that one night stand last September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing at midnight last night? Getting tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What¢s your current computer¢s wallpaper? A pic of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who gave you the last compliment you heard and what did he/she say? My friend and he said no one can make him cum like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who was the last person you gave a compliment to and what did you say to him/her? Only you can make me this horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was the last person to say they loved you? My friend last night after I made him cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was the last person you said I love you too? My friend after I made him cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If you could go back in time and start life over from that point, knowing everything you do now, how old would you be and why? I would be 18 cause I have been thru a lot and I was a very wise at 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What¢s the last thing you said that was misinterpreted? Asking someone to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What¢s something most people you know like but you don¢t? my sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What¢s something you like but most people you know don¢t? the music I listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Who was the last person to make you laugh? My girl friend meekie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Entertain us, say something funny. I have been staring at this girl fat roll peeking at me from under her shirt for the last 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you think about the person who tagged you? I think he is intelligent, funny, and sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116015990959712193?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116015990959712193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116015990959712193' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116015990959712193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116015990959712193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-116007265458150420</id><published>2006-10-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Good day to all the bloggers out there. I feel so much better than I did yesterday. I was feeling BURNEDOUT and it started messing with my mind in a major way. I have tried several times to cut back on my work schedule and school, but without taking a major loss that I can't afford it seems impossible. So day in day out I function off of anywhere from&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 to 3 hours of sleep. Every now and then it takes its toll on me and I have to shut down and recoop. But not this week I can't so I have to double up on the coffee and Red Bulls and roll with the punches. Not to mention my silly ass signed up for overtime on my chill day so I am really fucked this weekend but I am going to make it all happen cause I am a survivor. When I was feeling really down yesterday my friend called right before I was about to lose it and he totally calmed me down. I met him like a month 1/2 ago and he is really cool we have conversations that guys my age can't even comprehend let alone join in. He is older than me by 22 years but that's ok for me. The attraction is there but he is always a total gentlemen. He knows how to treat a lady. At first it was kind of strange cause after being around knuckle heads for a while you for get that there are still real men out there. To bad he has to be old enough to be my dad. LOL. He told me exactly what I needed to hear at that time and that made me feel real good that someone cares. Plus he has a heavy work load himself so he definitely understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends play a big part in my life and I have 3 special friends that I talk to everyday no matter what is going on even if I have to lose some of my 3 precious hours of sleep. One friend she is something else she keeps everything in perspective and keeps me encouraged. My male friend, he is so funny and intelligent he keeps me on my toes and I definitely have to keep my A game on around him. Sometimes its like a challenge with him I don't like to let him see me slipping. I call him my special friend cause we have a strange relationship. We could really be the next Strange Love, but he is not hardly hard on the eyes like Flav and I am no Bridgettte Nealson ( I don't think I spelled that right) Any way but I do have it going on. One day I will give you the scoop on he and I. My other girlfriend I call her my Bestest she is my total opposite and she keeps me entertained I love her so much. She is silly and very outgoing she do things that I only dream about doing. I live out my fantasies thru her. Even though she is a little off centered she is really a great person. Anyway bottom line I need to cut back somewhere and I am still looking if anyone have any suggestions please feel free to comment and help a sista out. I'll catch you all later I did not intend to write this much. When ladynay said welcome to my addiction, now I really know what she meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-116007265458150420?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/116007265458150420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=116007265458150420' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116007265458150420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/116007265458150420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-overwhelmed.html' title='To Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-115999184222627783</id><published>2006-10-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have a Heart???</title><content type='html'>I thought the purpose of a heart is to move the blood thru the body.  So it kind of confuses me when people say they have a broken heart.  Is the heart where you harbor ur feeling at?  Well if it is mine is hurt.  So that makes me have a broken heart.  I feel I am so misunderstood by people who I thought should know me.  Sometimes I can come off in a different way than I attend to, but that is all apart of knowing me.  I would never hurt someone I care about attentionally.  I try so hard to understand people and their feelings and I don't think people give me the same chance and sometimes that just hurts.  When I sit back and think about my behavior I know it is some things that I need to check, and in due time I will.  I try to as straight forward and as honest as I can possibly be.  Today when I woke up I was going to blog about something else but I had a slight change of plan and direction today.  I just want people to try and understand my intentions before judging my actions.  That sounds kind of crazy I know but it is possible.  This blog probably sounds not thought thru and kind of choppy its only because I am in a hurry but I needed to post this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-115999184222627783?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/115999184222627783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=115999184222627783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/115999184222627783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/115999184222627783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-i-have-heart.html' title='Why do I have a Heart???'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35453831.post-115990435755503882</id><published>2006-10-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:26.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up???</title><content type='html'>Hey Blogger this is ur girl Lady J and I am new to this blogger thing so if you can be so kind and help me along I will appreciate it. That is only if I have any questions. I have a question. How do you tell someone who has a bad body odor, that they stank? Unfortunatly I was put in a situation that had my nose on life support and the person was totally oblivious to the fact that she reeked of ass and very bad perfume. The bad part was she was fanning her ass around like she didn't smell bad. Then people started saying that she stank real bad and started spraying. I think at that point she kind of knew it was her then she sat her ass down. Next time in that situation I am going to try and say sumthin but I don't know her that well and she might get offended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35453831-115990435755503882?l=juicylips526.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/feeds/115990435755503882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35453831&amp;postID=115990435755503882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/115990435755503882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35453831/posts/default/115990435755503882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicylips526.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up???'/><author><name>Lady J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04555791505899523637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/223/domibeartrixxx9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
