<?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-3455858593208373866</id><updated>2012-01-25T18:17:58.719-05:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='People'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='sex'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='issues'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='petpeeves'/><category term='Love'/><category term='self-talk'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Self Talk'/><title type='text'>Issues and Situations</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about issues and situations we all may experience in our lifetime. Issues concerning love and relationships, children, family and friendships. Situations to make you think, and a vehicle to help you vent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1152411531794558566</id><published>2010-12-15T14:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:14:55.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>No Pain No Gain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/TQkhfjOig6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/oZ_qMWrOp1g/s1600/hope.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551004841626731426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/TQkhfjOig6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/oZ_qMWrOp1g/s320/hope.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything we go through in life God has a purpose behind it. He uses circumstances to develop our character. No one is immune to pain or insulated from suffering, and no one gets to ride through life problem/pain free. Infact, if you think about it...life is a series of problems. Everytime you solve one, another is waiting to take its palce. Not all of them are big, but all are significant in your growth process. Many of our problems stem from making bad choices. We have the innate ability as humans to make good or bad choices for ourselves. No matter how great you think you are... sometimes, we inevitably fail at making good choices at some point in our lives. I believe God uses these mistakes in bad judgement to bring you closer to him. It is during suffering that we learn to pray our most authentic, heartfelt, honest to God prayers. When you are in pain, you really don't have time for the Amen corner or the energy to waste on superficial prayers. We need to recognize that temptation simply provides choice. We think temptation lies around us, but it really begins within us. If you didn't have the internal desire, the temptation could not attract you. Temptation always starts in your mind, not in circumstances. Many of us thrive on attention. We need to be desired, loved, valued or to feel pleasure. In order to move forward, you literally need to take a good hard look at yourself. Take responsiblity for your choices. Most importantly, open your heart to others who have your genuine best interest at heart. This is not a time to give up..... It's a time to GROW UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1152411531794558566?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1152411531794558566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1152411531794558566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1152411531794558566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1152411531794558566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain No Gain!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/TQkhfjOig6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/oZ_qMWrOp1g/s72-c/hope.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3770711099185971071</id><published>2010-01-22T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:57:06.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>It's just a movie people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nKYiJFnDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PwUUQ16XB3k/s1600-h/Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429593348602436658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nKYiJFnDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PwUUQ16XB3k/s320/Avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the best movies I have ever seen next to E.T and the Titanic was "AVATAR". The movie's special effects and story line were both exciting and engaging. I sat there not even caring that I'd been sitting for almost three hours straight. In all honesty... when the movie ended I still wanted more. It was a Great movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, this leads me to this story that I read about fans of the movie who say that the movie made them depressed because they don't live in a utopian world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1242409/The-Avatar-effect-Movie-goers-feel-depressed-suicidal-able-visit-utopian-alien-planet.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1242409/The-Avatar-effect-Movie-goers-feel-depressed-suicidal-able-visit-utopian-alien-planet.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CNN reports that there have been more than 1,000 posts on the "Ways to cope with depression of the dream of Pandora being intangible" forum on a fan site. What the hell? I have to laugh at this because some people are just plain crazy. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is my opinion that there was an inbalance in place before they even saw the movie. Maybe, along with popcorn, soda and candy....concession stands should also serve PROZAC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember when I was little, people would do this game called dungeons and dragons. It started as a movie but then became some kind of freaky cult game. Where people actually believed they were the characters in the film. I would not be surprised if AVATOR accrued a massive cult following as well. Movies are made for pure entertainment purposes only. Maybe, they should include a warning label on the previews...may cause you to laugh, cry, think, or feel something. Not recommended for people who are already in jeopardy of going off  the deep end. Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do you think? Are people going to far? Comments are welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3770711099185971071?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3770711099185971071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3770711099185971071&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3770711099185971071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3770711099185971071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-just-movie-people.html' title='It&apos;s just a movie people!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nKYiJFnDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PwUUQ16XB3k/s72-c/Avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8975731970654018295</id><published>2009-07-07T06:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:31:53.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>This is a Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SlMqi0lI6NI/AAAAAAAAANM/XI7hyqinouM/s1600-h/mcnair-tmz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355671159591987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SlMqi0lI6NI/AAAAAAAAANM/XI7hyqinouM/s320/mcnair-tmz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Men:  DON'T CHEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow..was this really worth it. He had a beautiful wife at home and four children. He had a successful career in a sport that he loved. But, that wasn't enough...he had to also have a 20 year old woman on the side. Bottom line is unless you have done an extensive criminal back ground check, a full clinical psychological evaluation,  and a complete blood work up on this person that you are willing to risk your life for....then maybe you should reconsider the what if's. What if I get caught? Do I really want my marriage to be over? What if she infects me with something? How am I going to tell my wife? What if  she tells my wife? If my wife leaves me do I really want to be with this other woman? What if She IS CRAZY????? Hello..this should be the first question you need to ask yourself? What if she harms me, my wife or my kids? Yeah, if she's crazy she just might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Women: THEY NEVER LEAVE THEIR WIVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How many times have we heard this scenario. Man sees woman at a bar. Man is good looking. Man is married. Woman is young. Woman is intrigued. Man flirts with woman. Woman flirts back. Woman knows man is married. Woman sleeps with him anyway. Man promises woman he'll leave his wife. Woman believes man. Man never leaves his wife. Woman fucks up her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Married men never leave their wives unless their wife finds out and makes their asses leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why entertain the idea. Do you think so little of yourself that you are willing to share a man? You get to be his beck and CALL GIRL. You get to spend all of your holidays alone knowing that he is somewhere enjoying the holidays with his wife and kids. You get to hide and sneak around in the shadows of restaurants and hotel rooms. While his wife is proudly paraded in public. Yeah, he takes you on trips and buys you nice things. Every now and then he may throw cash your way. But at the end of the day you are just his little piece on the side. His wife really holds the cards. All you get to hold is his d!ck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8975731970654018295?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8975731970654018295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8975731970654018295&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8975731970654018295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8975731970654018295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-public-service-announcement.html' title='This is a Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SlMqi0lI6NI/AAAAAAAAANM/XI7hyqinouM/s72-c/mcnair-tmz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-802317280066467189</id><published>2009-03-03T14:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:14:39.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>What is wrong with this picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/Sa2AD0uiM5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6v9HxnRqHpk/s1600-h/Barnes+and+Noble.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309040338921468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/Sa2AD0uiM5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6v9HxnRqHpk/s400/Barnes+and+Noble.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Barnes and Noble mean for this to be a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I missed the ha..ha..moment.  I guess you would literally have to be a MORON to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-802317280066467189?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/802317280066467189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=802317280066467189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/802317280066467189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/802317280066467189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What is wrong with this picture?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/Sa2AD0uiM5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6v9HxnRqHpk/s72-c/Barnes+and+Noble.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6855344589195778155</id><published>2009-02-22T17:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:20:20.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>IGNORANCE IS NOT AN EXCUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SaHOSpNbU3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L4yenJRr_E4/s1600-h/stimulus+bill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305748655714292594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SaHOSpNbU3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L4yenJRr_E4/s400/stimulus+bill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a letter to the Editor of the New York Post who printed this offensive illustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Editor:I'm trying to understand what possible motivation you may have had for publishing that vile cartoon depicting the shooting of the chimpanzee that went crazy. I guess you thought it would be funny to suggest that whomever was responsible for writing the Economic Recovery legislation must have the intelligence and judgment of a deranged, violent chimpanzee, and should be shot to protect the larger community. Really? Did it occur to you that this suggestion would imply a connection between President Barack Obama and the deranged chimpanzee? Did it occur to you that our President has been receiving death threats since early in his candidacy? Did it occur to you that blacks have historically been compared to various apes as a way of racist insult and mockery? Did you intend to invoke these painful themes when you printed the cartoon? If that's not what you intended, then it was stupid and willfully ignorant of you not to connect these easily connectable dots. If it is what you intended, then you obviously wanted to be grossly provocative, racist and offensive to the sensibilities of most reasonable Americans. Either way, you should not have printed this cartoon, and the fact that you did is truly reprehensible. I can't imagine what possible justification you have for this. I've read your lame statement in response to the outrage you provoked. Shame on you for dodging the real issue and then using the letter as an opportunity to attack Rev. Sharpton. This is not about Rev. Sharpton. It's about the cartoon being blatantly racist and offensive.I believe in freedom of speech, and you have every right to print what you want. But freedom of speech still comes with responsibilities and consequences. You are responsible for printing this cartoon, and I hope you experience some real consequences for it. I'm personally boycotting your paper and won't do any interviews with any of your reporters, and I encourage all of my colleagues in the entertainment business to do so as well. I implore your advertisers to seriously reconsider their business relationships with you as well.You should print an apology in your paper acknowledging that this cartoon was ignorant, offensive and racist and should not have been printed.I'm well aware of our country's history of racism and violence, but I truly believe we are better than this filth. As we attempt to rise above our difficult past and look toward a better future, we don't need the New York Post to resurrect the images of Jim Crow to deride the new administration and put black folks in our place. Please feel free to criticize and honestly evaluate our new President, but do so without the incendiary images and rhetoric.Sincerely,John Legend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;John Legend spoke his piece...what do you have to say about it? The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6855344589195778155?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6855344589195778155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6855344589195778155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6855344589195778155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6855344589195778155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2009/02/ignorance-is-not-excuse.html' title='IGNORANCE IS NOT AN EXCUSE!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SaHOSpNbU3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L4yenJRr_E4/s72-c/stimulus+bill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3372819440164464119</id><published>2009-01-30T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:18:54.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>Just Wondering.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SYMX6erNzNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1_t93E2R8ec/s1600-h/buzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103880152009938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SYMX6erNzNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1_t93E2R8ec/s400/buzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder if my cute little neicedog knows how cute she looks or does she do it just to make mommy happy? Just wondering......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder if the health department knows the nation is about to face a wide spread epidemic of Carpel Tunnel Syndrome. Just wondering....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder if the guy in the car driving behind me knows how crazy he really looks singing to the radio? Just wondering....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Inauguration started late would that be considered CP time? Just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does a mother dressed in a full-length fur coat send her kids to school in just sweaters when it is freakin 20 degrees outside? Just wondering......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does this same woman let her disabled kindergartner walk by herself in the rain and tells her that mommy can't get out of the car sweetheart because she doesn't want to mess up her hair? wow....Just wondering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why do people let there kids run around in restaurants, scream in movie theaters, church, weddings or anywhere else where they are intruding on others enjoyment? Just wondering......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does everything have fiber and probiotics in it ? Don't we all deal with enough crap on a daily basis? Just wondering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why are 3rd graders walking around with B cups? Is it something in the food? Just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does my first grader have homework everynight in atleast 4 subjects? Maybe if the teachers had the opportunity to actually teach instead of following a script my kid could do all of his work in school instead of bringing what she didn't get a chance to get to home. Just wondering......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder how many significant others out there have joined me in the Blackberry Widows club? The quiet, quality time you use to share is now invaded with the sounds of (click,click, click) Just wondering.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How many people do you know who actually live in reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just wondering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How many people including yourself if applicable are really happily married? Just wondering.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why do men take forever to propose? I mean after 3 + years you should know if you want to be with that person for the long haul? Just wondering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does time seem to speed up after you turn 25? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just wondering...........What's on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3372819440164464119?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3372819440164464119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3372819440164464119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3372819440164464119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3372819440164464119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering.......'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SYMX6erNzNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1_t93E2R8ec/s72-c/buzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5158154136916809539</id><published>2009-01-26T11:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:00:28.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>NO MORE EXCUSES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SX3j_fiAypI/AAAAAAAAALk/KooNduqQOVw/s1600-h/Change+has+come.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295639416792992402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SX3j_fiAypI/AAAAAAAAALk/KooNduqQOVw/s400/Change+has+come.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some of us don't recognize our potential. We live a life of "I can'ts" and "But I don't have's" and "I don't know how to's". We allow our fear of the unknown paralyze us from even trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Certainly, there are some things we just can't do, but we shouldn't dwell on our limitations. We need to concentrate on the gifts and abilities we do have. Look at Barack Obama. If this man let the fear of the unknown paralyze him he would never have had the courage to run for the highest office. There has NEVER been a Black President of the United States. I'm sure he had people snickering behind his back; waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under him.( Yeah..this N*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;er has some nerve thinking he could ever become President of the United States...blah..blah..blah..) He didn't let them stop him. He stepped out on faith, stayed focused and changed the minds of millions of people everywhere. He believed he was the right man for the job. Most importantly, he made us believe it too. God gave him the gift to lead, to empower, and to inspire others. His campaign slogan "Yes We Can" swept over our nation like rain during a drought and empowered us all to believe that we matter..we ALL can make a difference. Thanks to President Barack Obama "You can be anything you want to be if you put your mind to it" is no longer a catchy buzz phrase used to motivate some and to alienate others but a true statement for us all. We all have a responsibility to follow his lead. We owe it to ourselves to put our gifts to work!  Think about this... If you could choose whatever you wanted to do for a living, what would you do? Why aren't you doing it?  Don't let fear paralyze you from  finding your true potential!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5158154136916809539?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5158154136916809539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5158154136916809539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5158154136916809539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5158154136916809539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-excuses.html' title='NO MORE EXCUSES!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SX3j_fiAypI/AAAAAAAAALk/KooNduqQOVw/s72-c/Change+has+come.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7197978521730580342</id><published>2008-12-27T10:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:37:35.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SVZLFkeBGUI/AAAAAAAAALU/ff5_A5r3UAM/s1600-h/wedding+proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SVZGJzX7JLI/AAAAAAAAALM/QopxWOXtM-s/s1600-h/Brides_Proposals_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488346989175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SVZGJzX7JLI/AAAAAAAAALM/QopxWOXtM-s/s400/Brides_Proposals_widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did you know that Christmas and New Year's Eve are the top dates that people get engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would have thought Valentine's Day would have been #1. I guess Valentine's Day is so overly commercialized as a day for lover's that the proposal itself would fall flat. Gone are the days of traditional proposals. Many men are going all out to make their proposal the ultimate grand gesture. I got an e-mail last year of a man who rented out several rooms in the Ritz Carlton and had all of their family and friends involved in the proposal. It was absolutely beautiful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entrepreneurs are taking advantage of the trend by setting up businesses that offer assistance with intricate proposals. The mission of Go Get It!, in New York, is "to create one-of-a-kind proposals that make your loved one feel like the most important person in the world," according to its Web site. Samantha von Sperling, of Polished Social Image Consultants, also in New York, helps well-heeled clients orchestrate proposals that involve flights to Paris, rooms at the Ritz, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/28255335/?GT1=43001" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt; from Cartier (her services include providing the proposer with breath strips and special lotion to de-sweat palms). But she doesn’t feel the price tag tells the whole story. No matter what the cost, she says, "the proposal is the only area, from the first date to the wedding, where the man is in total control — it’s his moment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When my husband proposed to me 9 years ago it wasn't exactly a grand gesture. There was no crowded restaurant or walk on the beach, no helicopter ride with will you marry me in the sand, no hot air balloon ride or empire state building. It was just he and I in my condo. I can still remember the look of love in his eyes when he asked me. It was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, how did you/he propose ? Or if you haven't been proposed to yet...how would you like it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7197978521730580342?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7197978521730580342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7197978521730580342&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7197978521730580342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7197978521730580342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-proposal.html' title='The Perfect Proposal'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SVZGJzX7JLI/AAAAAAAAALM/QopxWOXtM-s/s72-c/Brides_Proposals_widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2550290667421554379</id><published>2008-12-18T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:04:28.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>The Era of the Professional Spare Changer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUqMZ-9WomI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3WVg7igJfPs/s1600-h/panhandling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187891070280290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUqMZ-9WomI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3WVg7igJfPs/s400/panhandling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every week that I go to this particular store there is this man holding a sign begging for spare change. The first time I saw him there, I gave him a couple of dollars that I had. The second time I saw him there I didn't feel compelled to give. The reason for this is that as I passed the man and shook my head no I saw a "HELP WANTED" sign in the window of the store. This picture does not add up. This man is out here begging for spare change and this store needs someone to help. The equation seemed simple enough but was it really? When I came out of the store the man was still there. I asked him did he see the "HELP WANTED" sign on the store window. He said yeah. So...you don't want to apply for the job? I asked him. He told me that he wasn't interested. What the hell? I had to laugh a little at that. He said that the store only pays $4.75 an hour and he makes almost 200.00 a day just standing out here asking for spare change. He told me that to work in the store would be a waste of his time. Wow! Economically speaking he is right. So, what we are talking about in this situation is a person who is a professional Spare Changer. This is his job to beg people for spare change. In this man's situation he is not even homeless. He drives a car and has an apartment nearby the store. He said if I ask for .50 cents some people will give me exactly that. But, most people will just give me a dollar. Clearly, he has thought this out. He revealed, holiday season is when he makes the most money because people are in a happy, giving mood. Last Christmas season he made $3,000 in just two weeks. At this point, I'm like dude...do you have an extra cup? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What do you guys think about this? The blog is now open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2550290667421554379?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2550290667421554379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2550290667421554379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2550290667421554379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2550290667421554379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/era-of-professional-spare-changer.html' title='The Era of the Professional Spare Changer'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUqMZ-9WomI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3WVg7igJfPs/s72-c/panhandling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4170043616675633646</id><published>2008-12-17T14:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:32:52.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>A Little Thanks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUlTGfZU8XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dA41E9TZQms/s1600-h/rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280843409040666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUlTGfZU8XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dA41E9TZQms/s400/rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm driving in my car headed to the mall. There is a car in the right lane trying to get over in front of me. I slow down and let him over. wow...no wave, no head nod...(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO THANKS&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pull into the mall and I have the right away to turn. Another car is in the middle of the road so I motion for them to go ahead of me. wow...no wave, no head nod...(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO THANKS&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go into the mall there is a person coming in the door behind me she has her hands full of bags. I hold the door open for her. wow...no wave, no head nod...(&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO THANKS&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm standing next in line and the woman behind me only has one item. I offer to let her go in front of me. wow...no wave, no head nod.....(&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NO THANKS&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving the mall and there is a woman in the car waiting for a space. I motion to her that I am pulling out. I get in the car and back out of the space. Just as I am about to pull off. I hear it. A little beep....A smile.... A Wave... wow...she said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we are all caught up in our own agendas. Juggling fifty million things on our minds. But remember, A little Thanks...goes a long way! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ai&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;after a storm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4170043616675633646?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4170043616675633646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4170043616675633646&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4170043616675633646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4170043616675633646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-thanks.html' title='A Little Thanks....'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUlTGfZU8XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dA41E9TZQms/s72-c/rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1200141114765918042</id><published>2008-12-16T10:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:48:33.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>The Bad Gift Battle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUfKvH9kIPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_Rn08NgNdWk/s1600-h/George+Forman+Grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280411999055126770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUfKvH9kIPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_Rn08NgNdWk/s400/George+Forman+Grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...I hate to tell you this but some men are clueless about gift giving. Who hasn't heard a holiday horror story along the lines of "He got me a George Foreman Grill because I'm always asking if I look fat!"? DUDE....You don't want to be that guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to guide you along the path to gift enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; and Ye Shall Receive&lt;br /&gt;The key to award winning gift giving is simple: it's called&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; listening&lt;/span&gt;. Women want to avoid a bad present as much as you do and most of us start dropping hints a few months before the holidays. So start &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paying attention&lt;/span&gt;. If you're watching TV together, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't fast-forward&lt;/span&gt; through the commercials. Pick up on subtle clues like when she says "Ooh, that new GPS system looks really cool I wonder if it comes in pink?" If you're walking through a mall, chances are gift hints will pop up at random as she lingers over that soft leather coach bag or those sparkling diamond stud earrings in the store front window. And don't be afraid to drop hints about items you'd like to receive — Gift giving is a two way street after all. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just Ask Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the year you got her a George Foreman Grill? We know, the infomercial is engrossing, but that doesn't mean it should be purchased, least of all for your wife (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you know that now&lt;/span&gt;). Before you wander off into uncharted territory again, find out what she really wants. Don't be afraid to just come out and ask her.  You never know she might want a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; complete with the Rock Band Game!  You see, her top pick could be your ideal present too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If all else fails ask her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All women have a confidante who knows their deepest and darkest desires. Plus, you'll get bonus points for doing extra research and planning ahead. On the flip side, if she doesn't like it, you can always blame the girlfriend! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's hear it...just in case your significant other reads my blog. If they don't pass it on to them! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do you really want for christmas&lt;/span&gt;? DON'T HOLD BACK! The blog is now open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1200141114765918042?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1200141114765918042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1200141114765918042&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1200141114765918042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1200141114765918042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-gift-battle.html' title='The Bad Gift Battle!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUfKvH9kIPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_Rn08NgNdWk/s72-c/George+Forman+Grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7612713927613007630</id><published>2008-12-15T12:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:02:50.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>Who Are You Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUaZAbjIe8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nR65Y9Hcj2I/s1600-h/DSCF0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075845812648898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUaZAbjIe8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nR65Y9Hcj2I/s400/DSCF0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUaYcaazMKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lFECzy2ZLu4/s1600-h/DSCF0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Parenthood gives us depth, compassion, and a level of love and awareness so heartfelt it is indescribable. When children come into our lives, we take on another personae known as "MOM" or "Daddy". All to often we try so hard to fit the mold of " Super Parent", and our whole point of existence seems to revolve around our children's comfort and happiness. It is not uncommon for us to lose ourselves through this process. I often wondered where was the confident, fun loving person I was B.C (Before Child)? Did being a good mom mean that I had to put my own goals and dreams on hold? The truth is you can't be the best parent when you are holding back your true self. I believe you have to stay true to yourself and indulge guilt free in the little things that make you happy. The trick to finding your inner passion is to grab back your identity and discover or rediscover who you are! As a mom of two little ones I had to question why do I just settle for being last on the list? That's when I stopped accepting excuses from myself as to why I can't and started putting an action plan in place to reconnect with my inner passion. A new year is approaching. Change is in the air. Now is the time to be who you want to be and not who anyone else thinks you should be. It's time to be bold, to be smart, to be true to your heart. It's time to love who you are as a person and as a parent. After enduring labor and delivery TWICE, it broadened me forever and added strength to my character. It truly gave me a new perspective on my life. I know now that in order to give my children the best possible life, I have to first be the BEST possible me. So, here's a question for you&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with who you are right now? Is there balance in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for reading..the blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7612713927613007630?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7612713927613007630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7612713927613007630&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7612713927613007630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7612713927613007630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-are-you-really.html' title='Who Are You Really?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SUaZAbjIe8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nR65Y9Hcj2I/s72-c/DSCF0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6802384527842676995</id><published>2008-12-04T13:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:44:59.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-talk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STgkq96TwyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PU16rKMSbsw/s1600-h/DSCF0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276007284056769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STgkq96TwyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PU16rKMSbsw/s400/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When is the last time you took a nice long look at yourself in the mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt; I'm not talking about one of those quick dashes to fix your hair and run looks. But, a nice long look at yourself after you get out of the shower. I know, I know...your body isn't the same like it was when you were in your twenties. Of course it's not, some of us have been stretched to capacity from pregnancies and some of us have been spending years eating our emotions. It's been a long time coming but at 35 I am finally beginning to realize that it's more important how I perceive myself than how others perceive me. Sounds weird I know. But, it is very true. We have to stop comparing ourselves to the twenty-somethings we see in magazines and on the television and really start to embrace our own unique beauty. Reflect on this fact: There is no one else on this planet like you. That in itself is truly amazing! Your children learn their relationship with their bodies from you. So, if you don't like who you are, how can you expect them to like who they are? Your primary relationship is with yourself and all of your other relationships reflect this. The more we learn to love and appreciate who we are, the more love and appreciation we will receive. Here is a question for you..What are your assets? What do you love most about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6802384527842676995?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6802384527842676995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6802384527842676995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6802384527842676995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6802384527842676995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-is-last-time-you-took-nice-long.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STgkq96TwyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PU16rKMSbsw/s72-c/DSCF0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8081900008782226263</id><published>2008-12-03T11:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:53:27.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Talk'/><title type='text'>LIBERATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STa3ypmMSwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aznbldBxpJI/s1600-h/risk+taker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275606094298499842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STa3ypmMSwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aznbldBxpJI/s400/risk+taker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Personal liberation is about freeing your soul from those ties that bind you. When you can let people go, peace will flow through your life. Free yourself of all inhibitions, including those which may emanate from what others may think, say or feel about you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This quote is taken from one of my favorite books that a very good friend co-authored.(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I Don't Mean To Smash Your Tomatoes &lt;em&gt;honey&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a Glimpse At Life's Perspectives From A-Z&lt;/span&gt; pg.68-69) Dr. Bernadette Lawson-Williams &amp;amp; Tracie K. Thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIBERATION&lt;/span&gt;!!! Lord knows....just saying the word sounds like music to my ears. When I think about this word it makes me think of freedom. Freedom to do whatever my heart desires. Freedom to express myself in anyway I see fit. Freedom to just "BE". No matter what anyone else may think or feel. My most liberating experience has been to reclaim my power to say "NO". I know that sounds simple enough but it really is big for me. All of my life, I have been a pleaser by nature. Family, friends and others knew that anytime they needed this, that or the other.....I would take care of it. Even, if I already had ten thousand other things on my plate. I would still add one more because I couln't say "no". I was so consumed about what the person would think of me if I didn't comply with their request. Then I would feel guilty because I let them down. Now, at 35...If I don't feel like doing something or getting involved ... I don't. I am no longer influenced by the power of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;manipulation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The best part is there's no guilt. Just complete....devine..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIBERATION&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has been your most liberating experience? The blog is now open....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8081900008782226263?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8081900008782226263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8081900008782226263&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8081900008782226263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8081900008782226263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/12/liberation.html' title='LIBERATION!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STa3ypmMSwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aznbldBxpJI/s72-c/risk+taker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5674357914891984473</id><published>2008-11-30T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:10:28.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>WARNING SIGNS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STKoNrFbMkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bPh2jj1iCnA/s1600-h/Payback.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463066461516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STKoNrFbMkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bPh2jj1iCnA/s400/Payback.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING SIGNS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. He spends more time away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. He stops asking for sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3.He picks fights more frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4.He avoids your calls or texts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5. He avoids eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do people cheat? I use the pronoun "He" because I am speaking from a female perspective. However, infidelity is a two way street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Men who cheat say it is because of emotional dissatisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"He feels unappreciated"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only 66% of men feel guilt when they cheat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;men can compartmentalize their feelings..so they can have their fun now and deal with you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has a good friend who cheats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hanging around friends that step out helps to legitmize cheating as a possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He met her at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She praises him, looks up to him, and compliments his efforts. In turn he feels valued and appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only 12% of men thought the "other woman" was more attractive than their spouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not the hot body he's cheating for. It's the emotional void he's trying to fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only 6% of men had sex with a woman after meeting her the same day or night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, atleast we know he has standards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHEAT PROOF YOUR RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Take charge of what you can control "Your own behavior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Don't hesitate to show your appreciation for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Prioritize time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Initiate sex MORE....MORE.....MORE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. IF ALL ELSE FAILS....REEVALUATE IF HE'S  EVEN WORTH THE EFFORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5674357914891984473?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5674357914891984473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5674357914891984473&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5674357914891984473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5674357914891984473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-signs.html' title='WARNING SIGNS!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/STKoNrFbMkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bPh2jj1iCnA/s72-c/Payback.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7722025900659647604</id><published>2008-11-07T13:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:42:32.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>WHAT THE F$%&amp; ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRSKwLRaucI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xALd8flXEng/s1600-h/hope.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265986424567151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRSKwLRaucI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xALd8flXEng/s400/hope.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My family and I live in a predominantly white community. Our son attends a predominantly white public school in our community. During the election, we saw signs of McCain supporters and a few Obama supporters in our community. School was closed the day of the election because our community uses the public school as a voting precinct. The day of the election the nation spoke loud and clear about who they wanted to be their President of The United States. Anytime, you have an election to choose the next President it is an historical event. Mainly, because it is a part of our American history. Well, I was shocked this morning, when I asked my son if the Principal made an announcement on the intercom at school the day after the election about who was selected as our 44th President. My son said "NO". I thought this must be a mistake. Maybe, he was talking and wasn't paying attention to the announcements and just missed it. I asked my aunt who works at the school and she said that no announcement was made. This really bothered me. It bothered me so much that after I discussed it with my husband on the phone...I drove back to the school. I confronted the principal about the situation. When I asked him why no announcement was made. He told me that it was his call. He chose not to do it. I asked him why. He said that he didn't think the issue was appropriate to be announced at school. WHAT???? I said..let me get this straight. This is an institution of learning and you are telling me that announcing who the 44th President of the United States is not educationally appropriate? I told him that in elementary school the students take social studies as a subject. In the social studies book is a chapter on the Presidents with their pictures and names 1-43. He started turning red in the face. He said "like I said it was my call and if McCain had won...I still wouldn't have announced it on the intercom." Basically, It took everything in me not to lose it. First of all, don't freakin patronize me. I told him "whether you choose to accept Barack Obama as your President or not....He is OUR 44th President of the United States and He WILL AND ALWAYS WILL BE A PART OF OUR HISTORY. Therefore, he will be in our history books and he will be taught in our schools." This "issue" as he put it has been all over the news and in the papers. It is a current event! What the F$%&amp;amp; ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? What do you guys think? Am I overreacting? What would you do or say in this situation? The Blog is now open....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7722025900659647604?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7722025900659647604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7722025900659647604&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7722025900659647604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7722025900659647604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-f-are-you-talking-about.html' title='WHAT THE F$%&amp; ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRSKwLRaucI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xALd8flXEng/s72-c/hope.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1034242001023092316</id><published>2008-11-05T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:31:33.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Check out the Victory Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREvZwS_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SwcoAYCROpI/s1600-h/Obama+Palin+Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041558880644066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREvZwS_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SwcoAYCROpI/s400/Obama+Palin+Dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsWpvkLCvu4" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsWpvkLCvu4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's cool and he can move..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1034242001023092316?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1034242001023092316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1034242001023092316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1034242001023092316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1034242001023092316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-out-victory-dance.html' title='Check out the Victory Dance!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREvZwS_6-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SwcoAYCROpI/s72-c/Obama+Palin+Dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6383779939312132437</id><published>2008-11-04T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:01:13.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Martin's Dream....Obama's Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREknwXiLCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K5hN8Q7cALk/s1600-h/MLK+mountain+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265029704789928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREknwXiLCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K5hN8Q7cALk/s400/MLK+mountain+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREkhG5ldWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUcCRSj_q-k/s1600-h/America%27s+First+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE ALL NEED TO CELEBRATE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE DID THIS! WE KNOCKED ON DOORS, WE MADE THE CALLS, WE VOLUNTEERED OUR TIME, DONATED OUR HARD EARNED MONEY, AND MADE A HUGE DIFFERENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE THINGS HAPPEN! OUR VOICE MATTERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS PROUD VICTORY....BELONGS TO ALL OF US!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE 44th PRESIDENT  BARACK OBAMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Many emotions are running through me right at this moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WITH HOPE...ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If no one else tells you this for casting your vote today. Let me be the first to say "THANK YOU"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6383779939312132437?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6383779939312132437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6383779939312132437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6383779939312132437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6383779939312132437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/martins-dreamobamas-future.html' title='Martin&apos;s Dream....Obama&apos;s Future!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SREknwXiLCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K5hN8Q7cALk/s72-c/MLK+mountain+top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-495672506331975533</id><published>2008-11-04T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:56:27.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I VOTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRCaLV2VJUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GaBO8AtXc1o/s1600-h/sea+of+people.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877484030371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRCaLV2VJUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GaBO8AtXc1o/s400/sea+of+people.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these people came out to Support Barack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are You Proud That You Stood Up And  Let Your Voice Be Heard Today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign the Roll Call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-495672506331975533?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/495672506331975533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=495672506331975533&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/495672506331975533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/495672506331975533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html' title='I VOTED!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRCaLV2VJUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GaBO8AtXc1o/s72-c/sea+of+people.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2604378758254769090</id><published>2008-11-04T07:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:52:56.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I, TOO, SING AMERICA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRA99dKw1sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/khw6xcFn2TI/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264776090407196354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRA99dKw1sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/khw6xcFn2TI/s320/calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRA9kGm1R_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3NEPOYdcl2A/s1600-h/Obama+swearing+in+ceremony+2005.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264775654854182898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRA9kGm1R_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3NEPOYdcl2A/s400/Obama+swearing+in+ceremony+2005.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; What does hope really mean? According to Webster's dictionary it is "To want or wish for something with a feeling of confident expectation  to hope against hope to continue hoping for something even when it may be in vain".  Well, Today WE ALL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO HOPE! Today, we can bring our wants and needs into fruition by getting out and voting for Barack Obama. The picture above is Obama swearing in for the U.S Senate. Let's bring this image full circle and watch him swear into the White House! I know many of you have expressed concerns about his safety and the safety of his family. I have those concerns as well. But, I have to believe that because of our history...he will be well protected. Don't let fear keep you from going to the polls and giving this man and all of us an opportunity to change history for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After today, the face of America will never look the same. This time the face will look like you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I, TOO  By: Langston Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I, Too, sing America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am the darker brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They send me to eat in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When company comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And eat well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And grow strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll sit at the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When company comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody'll dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Eat in the kitchen",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Besides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They'll see how beautiful I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And be ashamed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I, too, am America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2604378758254769090?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2604378758254769090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2604378758254769090&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2604378758254769090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2604378758254769090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-too-sing-america.html' title='I, TOO, SING AMERICA !'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SRA99dKw1sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/khw6xcFn2TI/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7601170963907651075</id><published>2008-11-02T07:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:41:17.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Jennifer Hudson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SQ2mjtmem-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hlv3zPygbMo/s1600-h/jennifer_hudson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264046671932595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SQ2mjtmem-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hlv3zPygbMo/s400/jennifer_hudson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson's mother, 57-year-old Darnell Donerson, and brother, 29-year-old Jason Hudson, were found shot dead in their home on Chicago's South Side. Her nephew Julian was missing, the Dreamgirls actress offered a $100,000 reward for his safe return.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, his body was discovered in an white Chevrolet Suburban in Chicago's West Side. He had also been shot.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the convicted criminal suspected of the murders told police he is innocent but refused to take a lie-detector test.&lt;br /&gt;William Balfour, the 27-year-old stepfather of Hudson's nephew and estranged husband of her sister, told detectives he had a good relationship with the Hudson family. I guess I must be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing something the last time I checked if someone kicks you out of their home....you don't have a good relationship. In my book, somebody is lying! According to CBS News, when detectives asked Balfour to take the polygraph test, he stopped cooperating and refused to take the test. I don't know about you all, but that doesn't add up to me. If you are innocent like you claim...wouldn't you be breaking your neck to take the polygraph test? I also watched an episode of Nancy Grace last week in which Balfour's mother was a guest. She insisted that the media is portraying her son as a monster and that he was innocent. The woman became so irrate that she and Nancy Grace got into a heated argument live on the show. My heart goes out to Jennifer and her sister. The pain she must be feeling right now is inconceivable. I was listening to her cd yesterday in the car and heard track 13 "He Promised me a Home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but tear up wondering if she was listening to her track to help ease her pain. Take a listen for yourself. It is crazy how life puts you on a emotional roller coaster. This time last year she had climbed her way to the top. Now, she is plummeting down at a ferocious speed. God Willing...she will be able to rise back up again. Somehow, we always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a snippit of the song. Go out and buy her cd and listen to the entire track. The girl's voice is annointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Jennifer+Hudson/_/Jesus+Promised+Me+A+Home+Over+There?autostart"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Jennifer+Hudson/_/Jesus+Promised+Me+A+Home+Over+There?autostart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7601170963907651075?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7601170963907651075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7601170963907651075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7601170963907651075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7601170963907651075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/11/jennifer-hudson.html' title='Jennifer Hudson'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SQ2mjtmem-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hlv3zPygbMo/s72-c/jennifer_hudson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-434730881932684947</id><published>2008-10-21T20:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:07:21.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Real Image of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SP51jeBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BTNArdtybAw/s1600-h/Obamaloving+his+wife.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770667030460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SP51jeBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BTNArdtybAw/s400/Obamaloving+his+wife.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To witness the true image of love click on the link below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPYMaF2vAmg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPYMaF2vAmg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Love's Image" By: L. Renee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we're together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and breathe you in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I slowly touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the soft velvet of your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I melt into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet warmth of you and kiss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;realizing there's no word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to describe such a love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inspired by Russell :  To  Whom I have dedicated all of my tomorrows !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who inspires the love in you? The blog is now open.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPYMaF2vAmg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-434730881932684947?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/434730881932684947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=434730881932684947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/434730881932684947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/434730881932684947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/image-of-love.html' title='The Real Image of Love'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SP51jeBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BTNArdtybAw/s72-c/Obamaloving+his+wife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3928414646945300710</id><published>2008-10-19T21:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:37:18.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Man Behind The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPvcZUJwjNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zA-K6W11UdE/s1600-h/Obama+for+President.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259039317349666002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPvcZUJwjNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zA-K6W11UdE/s400/Obama+for+President.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPvaQPqYKtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h_vcbyWnxGA/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259036962502224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPvaQPqYKtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h_vcbyWnxGA/s400/calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEtZlR3zp4c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEtZlR3zp4c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this video. It absolutely amazes me how stupid John McCain must think the American public is. He keeps changing his strategy and his story; trying to keep up with Obama.  What he really needs to do is to take  a daily Ginko biloba vitamin to help him remember the lies he has already told and fire his PR people who are just hanging a seventy plus year old man "Out To Dry". LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Today was a big day for the Obama camp. Gen. Colin Powell a well known republican backed Obama today. Sure, some people will try the okie doke and say that black folks stick together. But, if that were necessarily the case Colin Powell would have been on board the Obama train from the beginning. The truth is this man was a John McCain supporter. A die hard republican who  donated money to his campaign. This man made an informed decision.   He said that at this point in the game, he doesn't trust McCain's judgement. He said that after watching Palin's interviews and her debate with Biden, he  is convinced that she is not ready to be President.  He also didn't approve of McCain's terror tactics. Trying to get his supporters to believe that Obama is in bed with terrorists. He said that was ludicrous. He realizes that McCain is floating on a sinking ship.  Party or no Party......He knows that Obama is the best man for the job. I salute you General.....you did the right thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3928414646945300710?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3928414646945300710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3928414646945300710&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3928414646945300710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3928414646945300710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-behind-mask.html' title='The Man Behind The Mask'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPvcZUJwjNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zA-K6W11UdE/s72-c/Obama+for+President.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7537632030964862364</id><published>2008-10-17T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:39:09.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen: Joe The Plummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPiUQofCA2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ajlVCTmo2A/s1600-h/OHMR105_Joe_The_Plu_6624027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258115578421445474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPiUQofCA2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ajlVCTmo2A/s400/OHMR105_Joe_The_Plu_6624027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT A JOKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, ''Joe the Plumber,'' as he became nationally known when Sen. John McCain made him a theme at Wednesday night's third and final presidential debate, may work in the plumbing business, but he is not a licensed plumber. The New York Times reports that&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Joseph, the business manager of Local 50 of the United Association of Plumbers, Steamfitters and Service Mechanics, based in Toledo, said Thursday that Wurzelbacher had never held a plumber's license, which is required in Toledo and several surrounding municipalities. He also never completed an apprenticeship and does not belong to the plumber's union, which has endorsed Obama. This man also owes alot in back taxes. Hence, his  concern about Obama possibly raising taxes. The bottom line is John McCain needs to fire his entire research team because they just keep making him look more and more incompetent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7537632030964862364?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7537632030964862364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7537632030964862364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7537632030964862364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7537632030964862364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-joe-plummer.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen: Joe The Plummer'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPiUQofCA2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ajlVCTmo2A/s72-c/OHMR105_Joe_The_Plu_6624027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1295354994730962803</id><published>2008-10-16T10:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:32:56.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>MOTHER TO SON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPdMy1CuuYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r5UhjSXejjU/s1600-h/Obama+the+leader.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257755526094043522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPdMy1CuuYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r5UhjSXejjU/s400/Obama+the+leader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MOTHER TO SON By: Langston Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well, son, I'll tell you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's had tacks in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And splinters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And boards torn up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And places with no carpet on the floor-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'se been a-climbin' on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And reachin' landin's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And turnin' corners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And sometimes goin' in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Where there ain't been no light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So, boy, don't  you turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Don't you set down on the step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause you finds it kinder hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Don't you fall now-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;For I'se still goin', honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'se still climbin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1295354994730962803?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1295354994730962803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1295354994730962803&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1295354994730962803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1295354994730962803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/mother-to-son.html' title='MOTHER TO SON'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPdMy1CuuYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r5UhjSXejjU/s72-c/Obama+the+leader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8463908885111681912</id><published>2008-10-15T11:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:46:31.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Hatred 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPY5Haxo6pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ym3S_WgU_bs/s1600-h/Hatemonger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257452414611024530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPY5Haxo6pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ym3S_WgU_bs/s400/Hatemonger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; It's hard to read the back of this t-shirt but it says "Nigger Please..it's called the White House"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he has a McCain/Palin sticker on the back of his bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th-Grade teacher to students: Obama is a ‘N’-word. Angry parents in the northwest Florida community of Marianna want a middle school teacher fired after he put the “N”-word on the board to describe Democratic presidential nominee Sen. Barack Obama. The Marianna Middle School teacher, Greg Howard, is now serving a 10-day suspension after writing an acronym on the dry-erase board on Sept. 26: “C.H.A.N.G.E. - Come Help A N*gg*r Get Elected.” But many parents want the 17-year teacher fired. The seventh-grade social studies teacher’s class has 17 White students, six Black students and one Asian student. Initially he was suspended for the day without pay, but that was elevated to the 10-day punishment. He must also write a letter of apology to students. “We feel like the punishment is sufficient,” Larry Moore, superintendent of the Jackson County School District, told The Detroit Free Press. “We did not feel he had to be fired.” NAACP officials say they will reserve their actions in the case until their investigation is complete. Audrey Wad, who has nieces and nephews at the school, didn’t need any more information before expressing her outrage. “To me, it’s hurtful,” she told the Free Press. “The idea that he would impose his political opinion on the children is wrong to me. That’s where he crossed the line.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What the hell is really going on? If this was my son's class I would raise hell. This bigot teacher needs to keep his hatred to himself. He is crossing the line by exposing these children to his sickness. I don't believe a 10-day suspension is enough. He should be suspended indefinitely. This campaign is really showing America's true colors and I am not talking about Red, White, And Blue. The hate mongers are showing there horns for the whole world to see. During many of McCain's rallies, people are screaming "Kill The Nigger", "String him up". This is truly outrageous! For the first time, I saw McCain actually defend Obama at one of his town hall meetings saying "He is a decent family man" because even he felt this was out of hand. In Florida, a man was shot for wearing an Obama shirt and hat the other day. This is truly a wake up call for those of us who lived in a fantasy world believing that racism was dead and buried with the civil rights movement. We were allowed to put our guards down because we were allowed to have a little something for ourselves. So, we thought we finally were accepted. People, understand this, you will never be good enough for people who hate you purely because of the pigment of your skin. That is the bottom line. Not all of them hate us, but the one's that do...will not rest until we are destroyed. If we don't stand up for ourselves...no one will! Vote OBAMA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8463908885111681912?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8463908885111681912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8463908885111681912&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8463908885111681912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8463908885111681912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/hatred-101.html' title='Hatred 101'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SPY5Haxo6pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ym3S_WgU_bs/s72-c/Hatemonger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-931410177354131728</id><published>2008-10-06T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:17:05.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Rest Is History!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SOpVb84dFYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7JbvuJVC8Ak/s1600-h/Obamaandmichelle+pound.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SOpO2aQ4M2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qy3jBD5Nd8s/s1600-h/Obam+first+date.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254098611951121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SOpO2aQ4M2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qy3jBD5Nd8s/s400/Obam+first+date.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In Barack and Michelle Obama's story.... they are just beginning. When Michelle first met Barack, she thought he wasn't her type. He was nice enough, but he was a little too intellectual and stiff for her. She liked guys who were more athletic and easy going. After several invitations..Michelle finally agreed to go out with Barack. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that Barack had those attractive qualities that she loved and more. She playfully put his athletic skills to the test when she plotted with her brother to play him in a game of one on one in basketball. Barack bragged about his skills on the court, so she wanted to see if he really could play. Barack, definitely won Michelle's heart and her brother's respect after that game. As she put it "The Rest is History". The two were inseparable after that and are still going strong after all of these years. What an excellent example of love, commitment, and integrity in times where the divorce rate is out of control. Yeah, we all loved the black family example The Cosby's gave us on The Cosby Show...but that was a made up family. Now, we have a real life example of a positive black family that with your support will become our new neighbors at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD!!! VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oct.14th is the very last day to register to vote in the State of Md. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is the last day to register to vote in Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SOpOt2GoB5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0w9C0qfj9ls/s1600-h/Obama+love.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-931410177354131728?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/931410177354131728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=931410177354131728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/931410177354131728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/931410177354131728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/10/rest-is-history.html' title='The Rest Is History!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SOpO2aQ4M2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qy3jBD5Nd8s/s72-c/Obam+first+date.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5377259460922022312</id><published>2008-09-29T16:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:30:46.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Color of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In my Multicultural Counseling Class we have to watch this documentary called "The Color of Fear". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rbfh5oM3EQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rbfh5oM3EQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take a look at this clip from the film. In my course we are discussing "White" Privilege and Male Privilege.&lt;br /&gt;This film has stirred up alot of raw emotions in myself and my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Lewis, A Black man in the film says in the movie "I don't need the help of white folks as much as I need a sense of fairness, and an awareness about the invisible protection and invisible privilege that you have". What do you guys think about this?&lt;br /&gt;This film was made in the 90's. How relevant do you think this film is today? Is "White" Privilege still a reality? Please blog Anonymously. I really want to get your honest opinion for this paper that I am working on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget to vote for the next President on my blog. Let's see what the people have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5377259460922022312?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5377259460922022312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5377259460922022312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5377259460922022312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5377259460922022312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/color-of-fear.html' title='The Color of Fear'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6649101917858901638</id><published>2008-09-28T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:07:32.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>WATCH OUT BARBIE: THERE'S A NEW DOLL IN TOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SN_iBOFvQuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/13PFGjx-kjA/s1600-h/palin_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164201127199458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SN_iBOFvQuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/13PFGjx-kjA/s400/palin_502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;That's right, and her name is SARAH !  She comes with two different outfits. One, for the corporate world. And the other is a school girl outfit for the under world.  Each outfit is fully accessorized. She even has her trademark glasses and hairstyle.  Her plastic grin looks so much like the real thing. It truly is remarkable. This doll doesn't take interviews either. Mainly, because she really can't talk. LOL Oh..well, she can always smile and look pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Coming soon to a discount store near you! What will they think of next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6649101917858901638?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6649101917858901638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6649101917858901638&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6649101917858901638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6649101917858901638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/watch-out-barbie-theres-new-doll-in.html' title='WATCH OUT BARBIE: THERE&apos;S A NEW DOLL IN TOWN!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SN_iBOFvQuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/13PFGjx-kjA/s72-c/palin_502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6640192738873672397</id><published>2008-09-25T12:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:09:42.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>40 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNvFpfqjjNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FmP7LVar6vA/s1600-h/obama1_402562a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007107295743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNvFpfqjjNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FmP7LVar6vA/s320/obama1_402562a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I know we are all probably shaking our heads right now at the stunt John McCain pulled yesterday. For those of you who are not aware, he tried to cancel a National debate that was scheduled for this Friday. Just last week, he said that our economy was stable and fine. Now, all of a sudden with the debate a few days away he decides that our economy is in a state of emergency. Earlier yesterday morning, Obama contacted McCain to see if he would be interested in joining forces and meeting with the President and the rest of Congress on this serious issue. Well, yesterday afternoon, John McCain tried to one up Barack and released a statement claiming that it was all his idea to meet with the President and that he is suspending his campaign and canceling the debate for Friday in order to take care of our economy. Yeah...o.k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess we all have Jackass written across our foreheads to fall for that one. It is obvious that he is trying to buy time so he doesn't have to face the music about his role in this economic disaster we are all facing in our Nation. He definitely doesn't want to talk about his campaign manager...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Obama said that he plans to attend the meeting this morning in Washington. He also said that he will be prepared to meet McCain at the Debate on Friday. This debate is way too important to back out of it. We as a people need to know where our new President stands on the economic issue. We already know where Bush Stands. BY THE WAY: Don't wear any Obama shirts, buttons, hats etc. to the polls on Nov.4th. You will be turned away and not allowed to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Apparently, it is against the law to wear these items because it is considered campaigning. You are not allowed to campaign with in a certain amount of feet to the polls. They are counting on us not knowing this information. Believe me, they will be enforcing this big time! They hope that if you get sent home, you will be too pissed off to change and come back. Don't even give them the satisfaction! Your vote is way too important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6640192738873672397?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6640192738873672397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6640192738873672397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6640192738873672397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6640192738873672397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/40-days.html' title='40 Days!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNvFpfqjjNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FmP7LVar6vA/s72-c/obama1_402562a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4916645708784556127</id><published>2008-09-22T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:11:13.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petpeeves'/><title type='text'>EXCUSE ME.... YOUR PANTIES ARE SHOWING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1PRNuImI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7_vjDDK-N7k/s1600-h/New+skirts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863164647219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1PRNuImI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7_vjDDK-N7k/s200/New+skirts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1Ph2tRoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U63livxCWYQ/s1600-h/oh+my+skirts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863169114097282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1Ph2tRoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U63livxCWYQ/s200/oh+my+skirts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1P14C0DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E-IN8N45e2k/s1600-h/underskirts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863174488412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1P14C0DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E-IN8N45e2k/s200/underskirts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Introducing the latest fashion trend in Japan. Drum roll please....Peek-a-boo Skirts! Yep...that is right.Stop waisting your money on buying slips and spanx to cover your jiggle. It is no longer a faux pas to let your panties show through your clothes. Now, you can buy skirts with the pantie image ingrained in the fabric. So, ladies when you walk down the street, everyone can see your panties. Isn't that clever? Wow, I wish we could have thought of that. If you have a saggy ass don't fret. They have skirts with nice firm asses printed in thongs just for you! Be the first in America to sport one. Order now..www.stupid ass.com or 1-800-Icyoass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Coming soon to a store near you. Hopefully NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4916645708784556127?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4916645708784556127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4916645708784556127&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4916645708784556127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4916645708784556127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuse-me-your-panties-are-showing.html' title='EXCUSE ME.... YOUR PANTIES ARE SHOWING!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNe1PRNuImI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7_vjDDK-N7k/s72-c/New+skirts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1971328099627370101</id><published>2008-09-19T07:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:38:43.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Thrill Is Gone.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNOPHGf4N3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0pBx_Y46Q_4/s1600-h/openphotonet_dsc3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247695342982936434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNOPHGf4N3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0pBx_Y46Q_4/s320/openphotonet_dsc3336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;My friend 12Kyle said it best in his #11 and #16 on his list of marriage tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the12planet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.the12planet.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;11- keep it fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;16- if you don't there is always someone else waiting in wings to take your spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;With that being said. It made me question....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;How do you regain the passion in your relationship when you feel it's slipping away? When the train has left the station, is it too late to bring it back? The solution may lie in exploring the unfamiliar. Don't you remember the days of spontaneity that you both enjoyed when the relationship was new? Making love at odd hours in the least likely places just because you felt like it. But, if you have small children, and two careers, and the usual laundry list of responsibilities the chances of you spontaneously hooking up without planning are about the same as hitting the lottery. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's time to cut off the t.v, get off of the computer, put down the blackberry and get creative. It could start simply with surprising your mate with a nice bottle of wine and just for fun a digital camera. You never know what could spark under the influence. (smile). If your feeling a little hesitant about the pics...don't worry it's digital...just erase them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Another option could be spending the night in a hotel room. There's something about getting out of your familiar bedroom setting that could recreate the same feeling you have when your on vacation. Everyone knows vacation sex is always the best sex ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Whatever you do....Be Creative! Break out of the mundane. Think about this, if your bored...chances are your mate is too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Enlighten us.....how do you keep it fresh? The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1971328099627370101?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1971328099627370101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1971328099627370101&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1971328099627370101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1971328099627370101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/thrill-is-gone.html' title='The Thrill Is Gone.....'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SNOPHGf4N3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0pBx_Y46Q_4/s72-c/openphotonet_dsc3336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1342203738017826001</id><published>2008-09-17T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:11:57.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>DO THE OBAMA DANCE!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great friend of mine shared this with me. I thought I would share it with the I &amp;amp;S Family.&lt;br /&gt;This is really cute. I hope you enjoy! O.K click on the link. Click on OBAMA.&lt;br /&gt;O.K, now  get up out of your seats and practice your Victory Dance!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, practice makes perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.americangreetings.com/ecards/view.pd?i=312267029&amp;amp;m=1652" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yahoo.americangreetings.com/ecards/view.pd?i=312267029&amp;amp;m=1652&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1342203738017826001?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1342203738017826001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1342203738017826001&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1342203738017826001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1342203738017826001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-obama-dance.html' title='DO THE OBAMA DANCE!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5026998152673476082</id><published>2008-09-16T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:21:49.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>7 WEEKS UNTIL D-DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246648272057855282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SM_WzjVs7TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TzV8YIQfNeg/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dipdive.com/dip-politics/wato/"&gt;http://www.dipdive.com/dip-politics/wato/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is hard to believe that in only 7 weeks we will have the opportunity to make history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am excited in a way that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be about politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the flip side...I am scared out of my mind about the Big "WHAT IF?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't even really want to talk about it. But, I am compelled to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We.....meaning Barack Obama supporters have put our hearts and souls on the line to will this man to become elected the next President Of The United States. I am not a gambling woman so the odds of it going either way drives me nuts. I sincerely, don't want to think about the possibility of Barack losing the race. But, the realist in me keeps reminding me of where I live. Unfortunately, where I live...the Good Old Boys Network always wins. I want to believe that we as a Nation are becoming more open-minded and Cross-Cultured enough to allow the BEST MAN for the job the opportunity to win. There is no doubt in my mind that Barack Obama is the best man for the job. If he were white, I would still vote for him over McCain. To me, McCain is too old to run this country effectively. Sarah Palin is no Hillary Clinton. I don't have any confidence in her what so ever. She fell into politics by meeting a couple of women in political position in her aerobics class. That is how she decided to run for mayor. She use to be a news anchor. Biden could run politcal circles around this woman. She is not qualified for the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How would you feel if......?I don't even what to say it out loud.  The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5026998152673476082?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5026998152673476082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5026998152673476082&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5026998152673476082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5026998152673476082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-weeks-until-d-day.html' title='7 WEEKS UNTIL D-DAY!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SM_WzjVs7TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TzV8YIQfNeg/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2735621010845821997</id><published>2008-09-15T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:48:56.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>THE OPRAH STRIKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SM6BsVA2OQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NHP7JlYnbXU/s1600-h/OprahEvanAgostini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273214488131842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SM6BsVA2OQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NHP7JlYnbXU/s200/OprahEvanAgostini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/09/15/wynter.oprah.boycott.cnn"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/09/15/wynter.oprah.boycott.cnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is really going on these days? Apparently, some republican women in Florida have way too much time on their hands. Instead of volunteering in the child's classroom or taking over the PTA. They have decided to launch a boycott against my girl Oprah Winfrey. Why? Well, because Oprah will not have Sarah Palin on her show. She is behind Barack Obama 100% and does not want to appear phony by having  her  on the show. She said that once she decided to back Barack she would not use her show for any of the candidates platforms. I feel like it's her show, she can have whomever she wants on it. Now, because of Oprah's decision these women have formed a boycott against her show and they want their supporters to cancel Oprah magazine subscriptions. Yeah..o.k if you really think that is going to make a dent in Oprah's pocketbook you guys need to stop dreaming. Take a look at the interview for yourself. What do you guys think. Should Oprah have the choice to say yes or no? Let's hear your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2735621010845821997?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2735621010845821997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2735621010845821997&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2735621010845821997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2735621010845821997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/oprah-strike.html' title='THE OPRAH STRIKE!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SM6BsVA2OQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NHP7JlYnbXU/s72-c/OprahEvanAgostini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5493156597549226239</id><published>2008-09-13T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:04:44.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>ARE YOU SEEING RED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/volumes/nihathalici/20060827/openphotonet_IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not talking about a nice bottle of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; wine. I am talking about the signs that you usually get when a person you are dating is not really the right one for you. Yep, you guessed it...I'm talking about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flags. Sometimes, these flags come in different sizes. The little one's are usually the one's we tend to ignore or make excuses for. The big one's however are usually like an elephant in the room. So....big, you just can't ignore it. This is how it usually starts in the beginning of the relationship. One day you are getting dressed and you think you look pretty good. But, your mate will say I don't like how short your dress is. I don't want any body else seeing what belongs to me. Then he kisses you to seal his intention. You think , wow...he really likes me. You change your clothes. You just missed one...little &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flag. This dude is controlling.&lt;br /&gt;You are out together having a great dinner. The bill comes and he doesn't even attempt to pick up the check. You go in your purse and pull out your card to pay. Didn't he invite you? You think, well...maybe there was some sort of miscommunication. I'm sure he will pay next time.&lt;br /&gt;That was another &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flag. This dude is cheap and may have an ego problem. You guys have been together for a while and you decide to move in together. You begin to notice that he wants everything his way. You are beginning to see signs that he doesn't respect you. One day, he gets so mad at you that he takes something that you really love and smashes it against a wall. Now..enters the elephant. BIG&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; FLAG! This guy is verbally and possibly physically abusive. A rational human being can have an arguement without becoming violent. You decide to stick it out. Afterall, you did make him upset. Maybe, if we were married we could work on being more accomodating to each other. He is really cute and successful. Maybe, he will change and he will love me more once he sees that I am totally committed to him. Do you really think this is realistic thinking? People don't change. What you see is what you get. The&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; red &lt;/span&gt;flags that you are choosing to ignore right now will only escalate. By staying in the relationship, you are reinforcing his negative behavior. Men will only do what you allow them to do. When I was in college I dated a guy that was a walking &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flag. He was very controlling and eventually turned verbally and physically abusive.&lt;br /&gt;The signs were there in the very beginning. He didn't want me to wear make-up. He didn't want me studying with my lab partner who happened to be a guy, he didn't like me performing on stage because it took the spot light off of him. One day when I was coming from dance class and I had on my leotard, tights and some shorts. I stopped in the student center to get some water. Well, he was in there with some of his frat brothers. I guess they were making comments about my legs and he went ballistic. He grabbed my arm hard, and began to yell at me. He told me that I needed to go home and put some clothes on because I looked like a slut. He did this in front of everyone in the student center. I was humiliated. But, that was the day the elephant entered the room. I never had the nerve to stand up to him before but that day I had enough. I cursed him out and broke up with him on the spot. The problem is that all of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; flags were waving way before it had to escalate to that point in the student center. That break up was three years over due. Three years of taking his crap. Why? I guess I had let him break me down so much that I began to believe him. You know the famous line "No one else is going to love you". I laugh at that now. Especially, since I have met and married a wonderful man who loves and treats me like an absolute queen. The bottom line is if you see the flags..don't make excuses. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GET OUT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5493156597549226239?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5493156597549226239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5493156597549226239&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5493156597549226239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5493156597549226239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-seeing-red.html' title='ARE YOU SEEING RED?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2858681710415968535</id><published>2008-09-11T09:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:30:01.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>ARE YOU WILLING TO GET XPOSED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/volumes/alyssapwns/20060508/openphotonet_NeonLove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net/volumes/alyssapwns/20060508/openphotonet_NeonLove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you be willing to do something totally out of character to please your mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What about doing something that would make their jaw drop because they would have never in a million years expected this behavior from you? Are you normally low profile and conservative? Maybe you should flip the script and give them your alter ego for a night. This summer I decided to do something that I never thought I would have the nerve to do. I started taking striptease workout classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xposefitness.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.xposefitness.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe me, after one class you will feel a sexual freedom and awakening. When you are in class, you are not someone's mommy, or wife. You are just one hot chick who will have a body to match. The workout is intense as hell. You work your abs, butt, thighs, legs and arms like you would never believe. The transformation is incredible and well worth it. You have so much fun that before you know it the class is over. For our 7th anniversary, I decided to try some of the moves I learned in class on my husband. I was in full costume including my stilletos. Let me just say, he was shocked. Infact, I think he is still smiling. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The funny thing is now I don't have to ask him to watch the kids for me on Saturday mornings so I can go to class. He is damn near pushing me out the door. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go to the website and see if there is an xpose fitness location near you. A couple of my girlfriends came to class with me one day for a free trial. They loved it. A few have even returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope to see you in class one day. Oh yeah..what happens at the gym stays at the gym. Unless of course you want to share. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2858681710415968535?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2858681710415968535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2858681710415968535&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2858681710415968535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2858681710415968535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-will-ing-to-get-xposed.html' title='ARE YOU WILLING TO GET XPOSED?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-975480780601687299</id><published>2008-09-10T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:14:13.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>WHO GETS THE FRIENDS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SMgONlKOKWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bpI8qxSy_4Y/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244457392549013858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SMgONlKOKWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bpI8qxSy_4Y/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey Morning Latte Fans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know it has been a while since you received your morning latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Summer vacation is officially over and the kids are finally back in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now, I can breathe and get back to business. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday, I was talking to another friend of mine who is going through a divorce. She got married around the same time I did. Things didn't work out and I am so glad that she found the strength to get out of that crazy situation. Anyway, after I got off the phone with her I was thinking. When two people break up that shared a life together....WHO GETS THE FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everything is divided up the house, the cars, the money...the kids? What about the friends that the two of you accumulated? This is a pretty tough question and a very sticky situation to be in if you are the friend that has to choose sides. What do you guys think? WELCOME BACK ...the blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-975480780601687299?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/975480780601687299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=975480780601687299&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/975480780601687299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/975480780601687299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-gets-friends.html' title='WHO GETS THE FRIENDS???'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SMgONlKOKWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bpI8qxSy_4Y/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5442928854732200870</id><published>2008-05-22T10:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:57:05.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Are You Too Busy For Sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDWIzqz-GuI/AAAAAAAAADs/iE2s_oFQDkk/s1600-h/cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203215365743450850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDWIzqz-GuI/AAAAAAAAADs/iE2s_oFQDkk/s320/cherries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDWIz6z-GvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fHWQ5KAESxo/s1600-h/sex+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203215370038418162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDWIz6z-GvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fHWQ5KAESxo/s320/sex+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all busy people with fifty thousand things on our plates. But, we can never be too busy for sex. Many of us make up excuses like "I'm tired", "The kids ......", "I have to get up early in the morning", "I have a headache", "I don't have the time"....blah.....blah.....blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen, sex not only makes you feel good, it is actually GOOD for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some benefits that I came up with to prove why you should never be too busy for SEX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Top Ten Benefits of Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Sex relieves Stress ( next time you feel like punching a hole in the wall..Grab your partner and get busy instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Sex Boosts Immunity- More sex...less colds (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No seriously, if you have sex once or twice a week it has been linked with higher levels of an antibody called immunoglobulin A or IGA. It's true look it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Ladies.. Sex burns calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, instead of hitting the treadmill for 30 minutes. Hit the sheets instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;30 minutes of sex burns 85 calories or more. If you have atleast 42 half hours sessions you could burn 3,570 calories. That equals a pound of fat. Now, tell me that doesn't sound good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Sex improves cardiovascular health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O.k fellas this is for you. Having sex twice or more a week reduced the risk of fatal heart attacks by half the men compared with those who had sex less than once a month. Now you can tell your girl you need to have sex because it can save your life. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Ladies, sex boosts self-esteem. It can make you feel like the sexiest woman on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Sex improves intimacy. Well..most would think these two go hand in hand. But, really you can have sex without intimacy (orgasms). Having sex with orgasms increases levels of the hormone oxytocin. So, ladies please stop faking it. You owe it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Sex reduces pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the hormone oxytocin (the feel good hormone) surges, endorphines increase, and pain declines. So it just might cure that headache after all ladies. (wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Sex reduces prostate cancer risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guys, the more you ejaculate the smaller your chances are of getting the cancer. You should strive for atleast 21 or more a month. Take your vitamins..you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. Sex Strengthens pelvic floor muscles. (yeah!..more orgasms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. Sex helps you sleep better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ever have one of those nights where your mind won't shut up? Have sex..it works everytime. Ladies, this is why your man can be active one minute and snoring the next. Sex promotes sleep and sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you have another benefit of why we should be having more sex. Please feel free to post. The blog is now open....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5442928854732200870?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5442928854732200870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5442928854732200870&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5442928854732200870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5442928854732200870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-too-busy-for-sex.html' title='Are You Too Busy For Sex?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDWIzqz-GuI/AAAAAAAAADs/iE2s_oFQDkk/s72-c/cherries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5245027234472846458</id><published>2008-05-20T09:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:29:07.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>DISNEY...IS IT REALLY A WONDERFUL WORLD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDLRz4uT1wI/AAAAAAAAADk/X1zuGYb0-wU/s1600-h/fast+merry+go+round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202451208896501506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDLRz4uT1wI/AAAAAAAAADk/X1zuGYb0-wU/s320/fast+merry+go+round.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just received this video today in my inbox. It is a preacher preaching in spanish to his congregation about the evils of Disney. He basically breaks down some of the most popular Disney movies and shows how each one promotes Satanic thinking. As I watched the video I thought what in the world is this man talking about. How can Disney be sending out subliminal Satanic messages to their biggest fans and supporters (our Children)? Some of the images he shows to demonstrate his point are pretty disturbing. Take a look at the video and let me know what you think about this. Does this man have a valid point? Is Disney promoting Satanism? Or is this just a bunch of bologna to encourage others to have his radical point of view? You be the judge. The blog is now open...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fWZYiADYtHE&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=fWZYiADYtHE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5245027234472846458?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5245027234472846458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5245027234472846458&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5245027234472846458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5245027234472846458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/disneyis-it-really-wonderful-world.html' title='DISNEY...IS IT REALLY A WONDERFUL WORLD?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDLRz4uT1wI/AAAAAAAAADk/X1zuGYb0-wU/s72-c/fast+merry+go+round.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1604252200688015210</id><published>2008-05-19T12:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:56:27.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>JUST MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDGw0ouT1vI/AAAAAAAAADc/7QH98A8IKIQ/s1600-h/nn_pwilliams_califgaymarriage_080515.300w"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202133462920976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDGw0ouT1vI/AAAAAAAAADc/7QH98A8IKIQ/s320/nn_pwilliams_califgaymarriage_080515.300w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a huge victory for the gay rights movement recently. The California Supreme Court overturned a voter approved ban on gay marriage in a ruling that would allow same-sex couples in the nation's biggest state to tie the knot. According to the court ruling " Our state now recognizes that an individual's capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual's sexual orientation". This is great news for all of my L-Word Friends. (smile)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you guys think about this ruling? Should couples who love eachother be allowed to get married and raise a family regardless of sexual orientation? Remember you can respond anonymously! The blog is now open..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1604252200688015210?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1604252200688015210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1604252200688015210&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1604252200688015210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1604252200688015210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-married.html' title='JUST MARRIED!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SDGw0ouT1vI/AAAAAAAAADc/7QH98A8IKIQ/s72-c/nn_pwilliams_califgaymarriage_080515.300w' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7723136138037022154</id><published>2008-05-16T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:09:09.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>NO MORE MONKEY BUSINESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC3rMIuT1uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lqg6s0N7lIY/s1600-h/Obama+curious+George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201071738415470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC3rMIuT1uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lqg6s0N7lIY/s320/Obama+curious+George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wpgc955.com/Obama-Monkey-Shirts-Sold-at-Georgia-Bar/2186895"&gt;http://wpgc955.com/Obama-Monkey-Shirts-Sold-at-Georgia-Bar/2186895&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! Some guy in Marrietta, Georgia( a small town outside of Atlanta) made a bunch of t-shits I mean shirts with a picture of a monkey on the front (Curious George). The wording said "OBAMA in 08"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, he also said the reason he picked the monkey to represent OBAMA because he looked just like him. He said the ears and the forhead of the monkey resembled Obama's. Unbelievable!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See this video and judge for yourself. Too think my husband and I were thinking of moving to this town last year. Not to say that we don't have our share of racist idiots here. I hope this guy got permission from Curious George's people before he printed all of those shirts. I smell a huge law suit in the making. (smile)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let your voices be heard. The blog is now open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7723136138037022154?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7723136138037022154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7723136138037022154&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7723136138037022154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7723136138037022154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-more-monkey-business.html' title='NO MORE MONKEY BUSINESS!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC3rMIuT1uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lqg6s0N7lIY/s72-c/Obama+curious+George.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8375345569967526402</id><published>2008-05-16T07:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:48:40.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT A PUBLIC RESTROOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC1z64uT1tI/AAAAAAAAADM/aWEPbNrV6hM/s1600-h/women+restroom+sign.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200940600179021522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC1z64uT1tI/AAAAAAAAADM/aWEPbNrV6hM/s320/women+restroom+sign.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I had a couple of service men in my home working. One of the men asked if he could use my restroom. In my mind, I am thinking "no..." but I reluctantly said "o.k". Well, about 15 minutes later he reemerges from the bathroom with this horrible odor trailing behind him. "WHAT THE %$#K????" I said you could use the bathroom not blow it up! So, those who know and love me know that I was pissed. Call me a "germaphobe" or "Snooty" I really don't give a crap. My bathroom is not a public sewage dump for any Tom, Dick or Harry stranger to park his ass in my bathroom for 15 minutes when I am being billed by the hour for labor. So now, there is this awkward thing going on because I am visibly pissed and they still are not finished working on my Sump pump. In my opinion, he should have driven his ass down the street to the Exxon. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you guys think? Am I being too hard on this man? The blog is now open..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8375345569967526402?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8375345569967526402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8375345569967526402&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8375345569967526402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8375345569967526402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-not-public-restroom.html' title='THIS IS NOT A PUBLIC RESTROOM!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SC1z64uT1tI/AAAAAAAAADM/aWEPbNrV6hM/s72-c/women+restroom+sign.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5224607973029464516</id><published>2008-05-15T13:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:34:46.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>What Was Her Momma Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCxzj4uT1sI/AAAAAAAAADE/RfZqzfKa0pc/s1600-h/skimpy+prom+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200658730065319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCxzj4uT1sI/AAAAAAAAADE/RfZqzfKa0pc/s320/skimpy+prom+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard on the radio the other day that a young woman in Houston, Texas was denied access to her prom because her dress was considered inappropriate and she broke the school's rules. Not only was this young woman denied access to the prom, she was escorted off of the premises in handcuffs because the administration felt she was out of control. At first, I thought to myself...why did they have to use handcuffs? How bad could the dress have been? Well that was before I saw this picture....see for yourself. WHAT THE HELL WAS HER MOMMA THINKING? Why would her parents pay good money for pieces of fabric that barely cover their child's ass? Maybe it is just me.....but this dress is whack! LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still think handcuffing her was a bit much though. The poor girl was probably embarrassed enough by them making a big scene and not letting her in. What do you guys think about this dress. Would you let your daughter where this? The blog is now open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5224607973029464516?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5224607973029464516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5224607973029464516&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5224607973029464516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5224607973029464516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-was-her-momma-thinking.html' title='What Was Her Momma Thinking?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCxzj4uT1sI/AAAAAAAAADE/RfZqzfKa0pc/s72-c/skimpy+prom+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4949026528119441476</id><published>2008-05-09T12:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:15:09.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>Enjoy The Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCSE1SuoORI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vZn8Il8Dk0Y/s1600-h/istock_3_burning_aroma_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198425920987740434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCSE1SuoORI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vZn8Il8Dk0Y/s320/istock_3_burning_aroma_candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd be surprised to find out how many of us moms really become so lost in the routine of our lives that we forget to really enjoy the moment. On monday I walked my children down to the beach to enjoy the absolutely gorgeous afternoon sun. I spread out a blanket on the sand and pulled out their drinks and snacks. They both joined me on the blanket as I encouraged them to close their eyes and listen to the sounds around them. It really was a great moment. After they finished eating their snacks they began to play. First, Allie asked if she could take off her shoes and socks. "Ofcourse", was my answer. Then Dylan wanted to go closer to the water to throw rocks. "Sure", I responded. Dylan decided to dig a hole in the sand to try and reach water at the bottom. The first thing out of my mouth was " Don't get sand in your hair", the second thing out of mouth was "You are going to get your clothes dirty". After I said this it made me pause and think, "When did I get so responsible?" I then got on my hands and knees in the sand and started helping him dig. He laughed and shot me the "sure it's okay?" look. I nodded "yes" and I can't decribe the look of joy on his face as he watched the hole get bigger and deeper. It was so much fun, such a tremendous release. For those brief 15 minutes I didn' t give an ounce of attention to what I had to do or where I had to go. I was wrapped up in the moment, living the excitement with them. I didn't get to the grocery store, or the bank that afternoon. In fact, I had to add an extra load of laundry to my to-do list. But as I tucked my son in bed that night and told him how much fun I had with him and Allie, he looked at me with such love and said " I hope it's sunny and warm tomorrow Mom so you can dig another hole with me again". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ofcourse it's not always practical, but every once in a while we have to allow love to pull us into the moment. We need to let the moment be bigger than the errands on our list. It's easy to forget, but every moment is an opportunity to create a lasting memory with your child or children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Dylan and Allie for the gift of motherhood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of my Latte crew members and Mommyfriends out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you have a special mom moment you would like to share either with your children or a memory from your own childhood please feel free to blog away. The blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4949026528119441476?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4949026528119441476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4949026528119441476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4949026528119441476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4949026528119441476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/enjoy-moment.html' title='Enjoy The Moment!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SCSE1SuoORI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vZn8Il8Dk0Y/s72-c/istock_3_burning_aroma_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8339459784106581698</id><published>2008-05-02T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:28:03.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>YES WE CAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBt2SzLGyGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bb1LLn6nmRI/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195876660448512098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBt2SzLGyGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bb1LLn6nmRI/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dipdive.com/dip-politics/wato/"&gt;http://www.dipdive.com/dip-politics/wato/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can change the world.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can make a difference.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be heard......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can take a stand......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can have the audacity to hope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can change the future of education....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can turn the economy right side up.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes We Can!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOTE OBAMA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=001E9sY7B2AXfWH_gwFey1sX6SgPfJeKQH9p4abArYzW8lc_bNRHLM9GyukxbFhJweJ1jj0mhsR7P15L5D2RmMuO3SQcX4HNjo-GPy-0YlkpQftX00pypkFxHYiSuwbPUU49GKMDUo08CHT7cgyozyuuw==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8339459784106581698?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8339459784106581698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8339459784106581698&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8339459784106581698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8339459784106581698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-we-can.html' title='YES WE CAN!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBt2SzLGyGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bb1LLn6nmRI/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6021198842684604586</id><published>2008-04-29T09:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:11:27.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>DON'T STOP AND SMELL THE MARKERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBdWPTLGyDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hg1OG_vwgFw/s1600-h/broken+pencil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194715516040038450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBdWPTLGyDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hg1OG_vwgFw/s320/broken+pencil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A class of second graders are working really hard on their dinosaur posters. The room is a buzz with productive chatter. Each group is using markers to color the dinosaurs on their posters. Many of the markers have sweet smelling scents like grape for purple and strawberry for red. The smell is beginning to take over the room. The children are all taking turns smelling all of the different scents happily. One of the students came up to me and asked me to smell one. He excitedly said "Doesn't that smell good Mrs. T, it smells just like bubble gum". I smiled at the boy and said pink is my favorite color. He seemed pleased with my answer and went back to work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was driving home from school I heard a news report that made my mouth drop open. The reporter said that today a six year old boy was suspended from school for sniffing markers. WHAT??? OMG!!! Suspended for sniffing markers? The little boy was suspended for 3 days. Do you know how many kids in that second grade class sniffed the candy scented markers? Why would they suspend a child for doing that? That is ridiculous! They make the scented markers for smelling right? The school issued the markers to the teachers for the students to use. I understand there is a no tolerance policy. But, if I was that child's parent we would have a serious fight on our hands with the school board and with whoever else would listen. I don't agree with suspending the child for 3 days. How is sending him home to watch t.v or play Wii all day going to remedy the situation? When I was in school you got 3 days for fighting. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is really going on with our school system? When I agreed to sniff the marker did I just become an accessory to the crime? What do you think about this situation?? The blog is now open....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6021198842684604586?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6021198842684604586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6021198842684604586&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6021198842684604586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6021198842684604586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-stop-and-smell-markers.html' title='DON&apos;T STOP AND SMELL THE MARKERS!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBdWPTLGyDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hg1OG_vwgFw/s72-c/broken+pencil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7212612109559341850</id><published>2008-04-24T09:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:46:26.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Sinfully Delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBCOvDLGyBI/AAAAAAAAACM/57txvJQluug/s1600-h/chocolate_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192807309315065874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBCOvDLGyBI/AAAAAAAAACM/57txvJQluug/s320/chocolate_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBCO0zLGyCI/AAAAAAAAACU/y0GalLPoV9g/s1600-h/chocolate_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192807408099313698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBCO0zLGyCI/AAAAAAAAACU/y0GalLPoV9g/s320/chocolate_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is L.Renee' and I am a chocoholic. Yes, it is true. I can't seem to get enough of the sweet stuff. What is it about chocolate that makes me crave it so much? Is it the smooth, sweet texture? Or is it the happy, satisfied feeling I have after I devour the last piece? I don't know but I just can't stop eating it. My husband enables my habit. He brings me chocolate everynight. He knows how much I love it, so he makes sure I never go without my fix. I read an article somewhere that said dark chocolate was actually good for you. You can only imagine how happy that made me. Now, I don't have to hide my passion for chocolate. (smile) I can eat it guilt free! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell the latte crew one vice you just can't live with out. The blog is now open!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7212612109559341850?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7212612109559341850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7212612109559341850&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7212612109559341850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7212612109559341850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/sinfully-delicious.html' title='Sinfully Delicious!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SBCOvDLGyBI/AAAAAAAAACM/57txvJQluug/s72-c/chocolate_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6316724829922784847</id><published>2008-04-22T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:29:06.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SA3Z0DLGx9I/AAAAAAAAABw/gSuiHpkAhUc/s1600-h/bedbugs_slideshow_image_of_bedbug_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192045433656362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SA3Z0DLGx9I/AAAAAAAAABw/gSuiHpkAhUc/s320/bedbugs_slideshow_image_of_bedbug_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SA3Z0jLGx-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t5wq7O-gjEs/s1600-h/bedbugs_slideshow_image_of_bedbugandswarm_getty_rm_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192045442246297570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SA3Z0jLGx-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t5wq7O-gjEs/s320/bedbugs_slideshow_image_of_bedbugandswarm_getty_rm_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was a little girl my daddy use to say this to me before I went to bed each night. "Good Night, Sleep Tight...Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite". I would giggle, wrap my arms around his strong neck and go to sleep. What I didn't know was that bed bugs really did exist. Believe me, If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have been giggling or sleeping tight. Even the best hotels are having a problem fighting these tiny bugs. They live inside the mattresses and the pillows. The problem is that they do indeed bite. Most attack while the unsuspecting guest is sleeping. If you wake up with tiny red, itchy bumps on your body chances are you've just been attacked by bed bugs. Before you get into the hotel bed, pull the covers all the way down. Even lift up the sheets to examine the corners of the mattress. If you see little black specks. Those are bed bugs! YUCK!!!! The worst part is that they can hide in your clothes and you can take them home with you. Next thing you know, you have an infestation in your own home. WHAT THE HELL? I don't know about you, but this freaks me out! My husband and I travel a lot. My favorite thing is to relax in a nice hotel and get away from the chaos of the world. Now, I have to play I Spy to make sure we don't become bug food. The only way to get rid of them is toss the mattress out all together and bleach everything else with hot water. Now, how many hotels do you think are going to throw their mattresses away? They are just going to throw a plush feather mattress on top with some very expensive high thread count sheets and call it a day. Thus, the bug problem would still exist. But, it would be discreetly disquised under beautiful, plush bedding. My question to you is How many of you actually check out your hotel bed before you climb under the sheets? How many of you knew about Bed Bugs? The Blog is now open...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6316724829922784847?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6316724829922784847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6316724829922784847&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6316724829922784847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6316724829922784847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-let-bed-bugs-bite.html' title='DON&apos;T LET THE BED BUGS BITE!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SA3Z0DLGx9I/AAAAAAAAABw/gSuiHpkAhUc/s72-c/bedbugs_slideshow_image_of_bedbug_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2121950391173036521</id><published>2008-04-21T11:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:57:25.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>THE NAKED TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SAy4xKqPtPI/AAAAAAAAABo/KO3CCwyYiPo/s1600-h/080416-SpainSevenBraveMoms-hmed-438p.hmedium"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191727625265984754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SAy4xKqPtPI/AAAAAAAAABo/KO3CCwyYiPo/s320/080416-SpainSevenBraveMoms-hmed-438p.hmedium" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is amazing what people will do to raise money. A while back some british soccer moms decided to pose nude for a calendar to raise money for a leukemia foundation. They actually made a movie out of it called "Calendar Girls". Well, in rural Spain a group of moms decided to do the same thing. However, it didn't work out as well as they planned. No one really purchased the calendars and now they are in debt to the printer for $16,000. This was truly a mistake on their part. I don't think any of these women would win a prize for being voted Ms. Photogenic. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also didn't think this was an appropriate fundraiser to raise money for an elementary school. The women were semi-nude in the pictures. What the hell were they thinking? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking about this made me wonder if I would pose semi-nude with the body I have now thanks to my two beautiful children for a calendar to raise money for charity. The answer to this would definitely be HELL NO!! Now, 10 years ago the answer would probably be yes. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so leary about taking pictures semi-nude or otherwise the way those things always seem to come back and bite you in the butt when you least expect it. You see this happening to celebrities all of the time. What would you do? If someone asked you to pose semi- nude for a Calendar for charity would you do it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blog is now open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2121950391173036521?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2121950391173036521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2121950391173036521&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2121950391173036521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2121950391173036521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/naked-truth.html' title='THE NAKED TRUTH'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SAy4xKqPtPI/AAAAAAAAABo/KO3CCwyYiPo/s72-c/080416-SpainSevenBraveMoms-hmed-438p.hmedium' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5879040680574573591</id><published>2008-04-15T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:27:52.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>MOMMY IN THE MIRROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SASfL7boX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/hhY9Gjp9zEg/s1600-h/mommy+in+the+mirror.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189447697918615410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SASfL7boX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/hhY9Gjp9zEg/s320/mommy+in+the+mirror.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was in the airport the other day and I noticed two women sitting next to each other. They both had their legs and arms crossed. Both women wore glasses. They even smiled and moved their head in the same manner when speaking. One woman was clearly older. I assumed they were mother and daughter. It is so funny to me how much we resemble our parents to some degree. We may not all look like them but we usually have picked up some of their tendencies. My mother and I look alot alike. It's funny because I never knew I looked so much like her until I saw a picture of us from my wedding. It was truly uncanny. We smiled alike. We both laugh easily. We even wrinkle our chin when we are upset. On the flip side, I also inherited some qualities of hers that I wish had passed me by. My mother was never really a nurturer. She had zero tolerance and patience when I was growing up. I attribute it to the fact that she was only 16 when she had me. It takes a lot of effort on my part not to go off on my children the way she did me when I acted up. It is a daily struggle for me to practice patience and tolerance when my children show their behinds. My mother suffered a massive stroke last year and it was truly devestating . She survived the stroke but her quality of life has been dimenished. My question today is do you look like your parents? What qualities or attributes are almost identical to your parents? What qualities of your parents do you wish had passed you by? The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5879040680574573591?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5879040680574573591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5879040680574573591&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5879040680574573591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5879040680574573591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommy-in-mirror.html' title='MOMMY IN THE MIRROR'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/SASfL7boX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/hhY9Gjp9zEg/s72-c/mommy+in+the+mirror.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7003529301825924633</id><published>2008-04-11T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:48:35.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>GIVE ME LIP SERVICE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_94z0aM40I/AAAAAAAAABY/0avR8IiqQ_o/s1600-h/Give+me+lip+service.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187998127391302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_94z0aM40I/AAAAAAAAABY/0avR8IiqQ_o/s320/Give+me+lip+service.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love my husband. I think he is so sexy. To me he looks likea rock star incognito. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the voice to match. After watching a D'angelo video I came up with a fun idea. What if I gave my husband a list of my favorite songs and assigned him the task of performing them "Lip Syncing" ofcourse. I'm talking about a full concert and a 15 minute catch my breath intermission. I want a full performance with stage presence, sex appeal, wardrobe and choreography. I want to be ENTERTAINED damn it! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So, here are the top 5 songs for a truly unforgettable performance. I just might have to break out the video camera for this debut. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;1. D'angelo- "How Does It Feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, he might have to close the show with this one. No telling How I might react if he performs it right. He might not get to perform the rest of the songs. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2. Jay Holiday- "BED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This can come somewhere in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;3. TI- "Why you wanna go and do that love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O.k this one needs to be first! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;4. Eric Benet- "I just want to be loved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This one should be second. Don't forget the jeans, white button down shirt and no shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;5. Maxwell- Sumthin, Sumthin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeah, this will definitely make the crowd Swoon. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;For his encore performance because I know my baby is going to get a standing ovation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I want him to perform Prince- Adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yep, that will set the whole show off with a bang! I do mean that literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So, what 5 songs would you choose for your private concert? The Blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7003529301825924633?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7003529301825924633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7003529301825924633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7003529301825924633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7003529301825924633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-lip-service.html' title='GIVE ME LIP SERVICE!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_94z0aM40I/AAAAAAAAABY/0avR8IiqQ_o/s72-c/Give+me+lip+service.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7412418947292572087</id><published>2008-04-10T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:58:46.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>The Loud Talker Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_4cZUaM4tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vl4jhCb8s8k/s1600-h/openphotonet_IMGP0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187615042078302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_4cZUaM4tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vl4jhCb8s8k/s320/openphotonet_IMGP0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Recently, I was on a flight to St. Louis to attend my best girlfriend's wedding. We had only been in the air for about 15 minutes when I discovered that the woman seated behind me got a new promotion to work for Mariott, her sister had a premature baby two months ago, two friends of hers opened a new restaurant in Detroit, She attended Michigan State, she loves baseball and she was scared too death when she first moved to Baltimore by herself. Yeah..I agree this is alot of information for only being in the air for 15 minutes. But... the girl just wouldn't STOP TALKING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Riding on an airplane is already a vulnerable position. The plane could crash, you could lose oxygen,or worse in my book; your neighbor could have a bad case of motion sickness. But, having to endure sitting next to or within earshot of a Loud Talker Stalker is extremely annoying. You can't do anything to tune them out. They force you into conversation by asking you random ass questions like "Do you like the color blue?" and they really don't give a shit about the answer. They just want to open the door so they can proceed to talk your ear off! My girlfriend always flies with an eye mask and ear phones in her ear even if she is not listening to anything to keep the loud talker stalkers away. Have you ever experienced a loud talker stalker? What did you do to fend them off? The blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7412418947292572087?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7412418947292572087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7412418947292572087&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7412418947292572087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7412418947292572087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/loud-talker-stalker.html' title='The Loud Talker Stalker'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_4cZUaM4tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Vl4jhCb8s8k/s72-c/openphotonet_IMGP0994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3772320927640458220</id><published>2008-04-03T10:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:11:06.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>ARE YOU A HUMAN FIRE CRACKER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_TyxewWqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kpUO_HubwLE/s1600-h/openphotonet_DSC01417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185036002893671154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_TyxewWqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kpUO_HubwLE/s320/openphotonet_DSC01417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday, I took my 5 year old son to Old Navy. We were browsing around because they are having a huge sale. He was getting very ansy because he abolutely hates going to clothing stores with me. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;He started whining and I had to check him quick. I don't know what it is about whining folks that just annoys the hell out of me. Well, he got his little self together and we were able to continue shopping with out incident. Now, remember my son is only 5, so whining and tantrums kind of come with the territory. As we were walking over to the register to check out we heard all of this commotion. This young white woman was at the register yelling at the cashier about a return. The cashier remained very calm and professional through out the ordeal even though his face was Crimson. The young woman started screaming at the top of her lungs, stomping her feet, and banging her hands on the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My son looked up at me his eyes were as big as a deer in headlights. He whispered what is wrong with her mommy? Is she crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;O.K....now I am getting irritated. Not only is she holding up the line, but she is scaring my son with her nonsense. I could feel the heat beginning to rise up my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Finally, she snatches the receipt from the cashier's hand and proceeds to knock an entire display down spewing hats and shirts all over the floor as she storms out of the store. At this point, you could hear (crickets*) thanks 12Kyle had to borrow that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My son was too through. He said " Mommy that lady had a tantrum like Allie". he started laughing his head off. Allie is my 3 year old daughter who often demonstrates that same behavior when she doesn't get her way. Again, she is 3 and that behavior is kind of expected. My son laughed about that woman every time he thought about it. Have you ever had a temper tantrum as an adult in public? Or, have you ever witnessed another adult not able to tame their inner fire cracker? Let us know the real deal...the blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3772320927640458220?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3772320927640458220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3772320927640458220&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3772320927640458220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3772320927640458220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-human-fire-cracker.html' title='ARE YOU A HUMAN FIRE CRACKER?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_TyxewWqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kpUO_HubwLE/s72-c/openphotonet_DSC01417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5922349726220480379</id><published>2008-04-01T11:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:14:47.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Forget Snakes On A Plane! Now...they are in your toilets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/volumes/sukiweb/20050202/opl_dscf3116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net/volumes/sukiweb/20050202/opl_dscf3116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Picture this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are sitting on the toilet minding your own business. When all of a sudden you feel something bite the hell out of your ass. You jump off of the toilet only to realize that it was a snake. Yep, a snake in your toilet. Apparently, because of global warming these freakin bermese snakes are migrating towards us and colonizing on the east coast. They are huge. They can be up to 20 feet long and weigh 200 pounds. The good news is that they don't eat people. But, they will wrap their coils around your body and squeeze you until your heart gives out and you die. They can adapt to any environment. This translates to living in our sewers. That is how they come up through the pipes and inevitably through your toilets. CRAZY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My husband hates snakes! Let me tell you this does not make him happy at all. You also have to watch out for your small pets. If you happen to walk up on one of these snakes devouring your precious pup. Please don't intervene. They will attack you too. I don't know about you but this scares the hell out of me. I wish I could say "April Fool's " at the end of this story. But...I can't. It is all true. What do you think about this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5922349726220480379?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5922349726220480379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5922349726220480379&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5922349726220480379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5922349726220480379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/04/forget-snakes-on-plane-nowthey-are-in.html' title='Forget Snakes On A Plane! Now...they are in your toilets!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-784884807099290795</id><published>2008-03-31T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:12:04.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>THE BABY DADDY BUSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_50h0aM4uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mb7MiMBtLi8/s1600-h/corpse+bride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187711945130435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_50h0aM4uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mb7MiMBtLi8/s320/corpse+bride.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sure we have all been guilty at some point in our lives of watching the Maury Povich show called "WHO'S YOUR DADDY?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I admit it. I'm guilty of wasting 30 precious minutes of my life to find out why this girl has been on the show 14 damn times and still hasn't found a match for her baby's DNA. Then she has the nerve to Run......off of the stage when for the 15th time Maury says..."BLANKMAN you are not the father!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only thing I'm thinking is WHY THE HELL AM I WATCHING THIS CRAP? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Unfortunately, this show resembles some poor girl's reality. They don't know who the father of their child is. Most never find out because the tests are so damn expensive. But, your neighborhood pharmacy RITEAID has a solution to this dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For only $29.99 you too can find out who's your baby's daddy! I'd like to take this time to introduce :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The Identigene Kit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can do this test in the privacy of your own home without the outrageous expense or the embarrassment of going to a lab. The kit includes q-tip swabs for collecting cell samples from inside of the child's cheeks and the alleged father. They highly recommend samples be taken from the mother but it is not necessary. It is so easy to use, you can even do it when he's (the alleged father) asleep! But, I wouldn't recommend that. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If he wakes up while your putting the q-tip in his mouth he might forget where he is and knock you out! So, let's keep this on the up and up. Ask his permission first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once the test is taken, the swabs are packaged and mailed to the Sorenson Laboratory in Salt Lake City, Utah. Where they are analyzed. Results are then reported on-line, by phone or mail with in 3-5 business days. The total cost would be $150.00 which includes the price of the kit and the $119.00 lab fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I first read this story on MSNBC reported by JoNel Aleccia. I couldn't help but shake my head. We as a society have become so whack that RiteAid has to sell do-it-yourself paternity tests? You can find them on the shelf right next to the pregnancy, Ovulation, and HIV tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To me, I wouldn't rely on a drug store test to get these life changing results. Even when we take a pregnancy test, it is always followed up by an actual blood test with your doctor. My fear is that people will rely on these tests and not follow up with a real blood test. What would happen to the Men who have been taking care of children that didn't even belong to them? What about the children who are left without a father? This also leaves way too much room for desperate measures. What if the test is tampered with somehow to give the results the young woman really wants? I don't know. Maybe, I am just old fashioned when it comes to this. I say....go to the lab. What do you think? The blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-784884807099290795?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/784884807099290795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=784884807099290795&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/784884807099290795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/784884807099290795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-daddy-buster.html' title='THE BABY DADDY BUSTER'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_50h0aM4uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mb7MiMBtLi8/s72-c/corpse+bride.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8069019166631653763</id><published>2008-03-27T09:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:22:17.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>MULTI TASK DRIVERS- ARE YOU GUILTY OR INNOCENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_526kaM4vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e04husrtoqY/s1600-h/driving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187714569355453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_526kaM4vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e04husrtoqY/s320/driving.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating a sandwich, drinking coffee, putting on makeup, text messaging, talking on the phone, shaving with an electric razor and booger picking were some of the things I observed people doing while I was driving my children to school. This is an accident waiting to happen. Since when have we become a scciety that can't sit still for the duration of a drive? What happened to thinking or listening to music? Why can't we wait until we get wherever we are going to go to text a message or eat lunch? I am guilty of answering a phone call but Shaving? Come on people give me a break! My husband drives me crazy texting while he drives. But, he seems to have it under control. You hear about the horrific accidents people are having across the country because they are so busy doing everything else but driving safely. I guess we all may have a small case of the "It won't happen to me" syndrome. Other wise, we would put our focus back on driving when we are behind the wheel. Especially, when we are hauling our precious cargo. What's your verdict? Are you guilty or innocent of being a Multitask driver? Why do you do it? The blog is now open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8069019166631653763?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8069019166631653763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8069019166631653763&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8069019166631653763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8069019166631653763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/multi-task-drivers-are-you-guilty-or.html' title='MULTI TASK DRIVERS- ARE YOU GUILTY OR INNOCENT?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_526kaM4vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e04husrtoqY/s72-c/driving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4352358745116553907</id><published>2008-03-25T08:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:27:41.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>"Frienemies"... Who Needs Them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_54LkaM4wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/je7gIecQOrQ/s1600-h/frienimies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187715960924857090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_54LkaM4wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/je7gIecQOrQ/s320/frienimies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe this is my 50th post! Thank you all for reading and supporting my blog thus far. Your participation and feedback has been invaluable! With that being said here is today's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Frienemies" ...Who Needs Them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You may ask yourself what the heck is a frienemie? Well, it is that person in your life that is always trying to one up you. That person who knows exactly what to say to make you feel worse. You know that person who as my grandmother would say "Wouldn't trust them as far as you can throw them" whatever that means. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, we still call them friend. Why? I haven't the faintest. Maybe, we are all closet masechist. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frienemies are more dangerous than actual enemies because we let them get very close to us. We allow them to see our guards down and often times live to regret doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have had my share of Frienemies and believe me I learned some very valuable lessons from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. I learned to never tell your girlfriends intimate details about your sex life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? You frienemie will take notes and then try to find out for herself with your man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. I learned that three-way phone calls are bad news. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? your frienemie will no doubt write down your guy's phone number and call him on her own. (I know this was back in 89.) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. I learned to never leave your boyfriend unattended when you go on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? your frienemie will no doubt take the liberty to entertain him herself. ofcourse, this is suppose to be what friend's do right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. I learned to never tell your innermost secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? Your frienemie will use them against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. I learned to never brag too much about something you've been dying to have or Someone you are crushing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? Your frienemie will break her neck to get it or them first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to take this opportunity to thank all of my frienemies through the years. If it weren't for you I would not be able to treasure the beautiful sisters I have now in my inner circle. We have been friends for many years and they have all proven their friendship and loyalty to me through my lowest lows and my highest highs. They are all very special and each gives me something different. I know who to call when I need to laugh. (T) I know who to call when I need infinite wisdom and guidance (R) I know who to call when I need to vent. (B) I know who to call when I need some mommy guidance (Y). I know who to call when I just need to be my true self (M) I know who to call when I need my big sis(A) I know who to call when they need their Big Sis. (K , G &amp;amp;R). I Thank God for each of you and the joy that you all have consistantly brought to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I shared my lessons. It is time for you to share any lessons you may have learned from your so-called friend. AKA your frienemie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4352358745116553907?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4352358745116553907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4352358745116553907&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4352358745116553907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4352358745116553907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/frienemies-who-needs-them.html' title='&quot;Frienemies&quot;... Who Needs Them?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_54LkaM4wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/je7gIecQOrQ/s72-c/frienimies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7544169226494370705</id><published>2008-03-21T09:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:34:00.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>WHAT ABOUT TODAY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_55k0aM4yI/AAAAAAAAABI/8vF0mZRy4rU/s1600-h/what+about+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187717494228181794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_55k0aM4yI/AAAAAAAAABI/8vF0mZRy4rU/s320/what+about+today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_55E0aM4xI/AAAAAAAAABA/LghuyNeVyYA/s1600-h/what+about+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a movie out now called "The Bucket List". It is a list of all of things you've always wanted to do or try before you die or as some say "Kick the bucket". God forbid you were told you only had six months to live. Would you change anything about the way you live your life today? Would you love harder? Would you complain alot less? Why do we as humans live our lives like tomorrow is guaranteed? We are so famous for putting off the things that really matter to us to some unknown future date. We say things like.."When I retire...or When I turn such a such age...or As soon as I get this in place....When the kids get older....I'm going to do blah..blah..blah.."&lt;br /&gt;What about today? Stop waiting for the unknown. Settle down and make your girl friend's of so many years honest women. Love your wives and husbands as if you won't have another opportunity. Hold your children closer as if your life depended on it. Work smarter and play harder. Today is the day you will stop living for tomorrow and start living as if there may not be a tomorrow! With that being said, I want to know what are the top 5 things you will accomplish before you kick the bucket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was more difficult than I thought. I should have said atleast 10 things. Oh Well.. Do your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. I will go hang gliding on a beautiful tropical island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. I will swim with the dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. I will relocate my family to a warmer climate without allowing the fear of the unknown cloud my vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2.I will relax more as a mother and not be so quick to fly off of the handle with my children. After all, they didn't choose me as a mother I was given to them by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. I will love my husband as if today is my last opportunity to show him just how much I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7544169226494370705?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7544169226494370705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7544169226494370705&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7544169226494370705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7544169226494370705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-about-today.html' title='WHAT ABOUT TODAY?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_55k0aM4yI/AAAAAAAAABI/8vF0mZRy4rU/s72-c/what+about+today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6251768012357994696</id><published>2008-03-19T10:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:42:58.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>BON VOYAGE LOSER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_57bUaM4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOhrFeu9l5A/s1600-h/Bon+voyage+Loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187719530042680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_57bUaM4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOhrFeu9l5A/s320/Bon+voyage+Loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Someone in our Latte family is going through a tough break-up. So, I thought I'd offer a little advice. NO MORE TEARS!!!! Now is the time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ditch the sad songs, that ratty bathrobe and the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream. This is no time to wallow in self-pity. What you need to do is grab your girls and your sun-tan oil and go on a "Break-Cation". That's right...and there is only one place to go to wash that man out of your hair forever ....drum roll please................."SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the ultimate guide to help you get over that jerk while you heal your mind, body and spirit. I can't think of a better place to relax and recover than beautiful, South Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First thing you need is a little Retail Therapy. You can shop til you drop on Collins ave. They have everything from small boutiques to high end fashion retailers. Don't forget to vist MAC. Tell Dominik I said hello. He will beat your face down ladies. FIERCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Next, you want to pamper yourself. Go to the spa at the Miami Shore Club. 1901 Collins ave. Ladies, I am telling you you will be so relaxed by the chardonnay hydro bath therapy and the mango butter massage you will be having trouble remembering "What's his name?"...exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once you hit the spa, it is time for a little sand and surf. The water is so warm. It feels like you are taking a bath. The sight-seeing isn't so bad either. Did you see that guy with no shirt and the incredible abs? LOL No body has a bad body in South Beach trust me. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After you and the girls grab some lunch at the trendy News Cafe. It is time to take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Believe me you will need it in order to stay up with the best of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After nap it is time to PARTY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you just took a nap but it is time to go to B.E.D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;929 Washington Ave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Get back into bed with somebody new...your friends. This night club serves meals and drinks in party sized beds. Trust me...you won't be wondering what "He'S" doing with out you because you will be having way too much fun with out him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another hot spot to hit is CLUB DEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;621 Washington Ave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's definitely other fish in the sea, and this club proves it. It let's you dance the night away right on top of a shark infested 2,000 gallon aquarium. This place is truly awe inspiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you follow this plan you will truly be over "What's His Name?" before your plane returns home. If any of you have other get over him or her suggestions that worked for you please feel free to post. Or, if you have another great location for an Ultimate Break-Cation experience let us know. The Blog is Now open. BON VOYAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6251768012357994696?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6251768012357994696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6251768012357994696&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6251768012357994696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6251768012357994696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/bon-voyage-loser.html' title='BON VOYAGE LOSER!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/R_57bUaM4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOhrFeu9l5A/s72-c/Bon+voyage+Loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6518308747665605660</id><published>2008-03-18T07:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:08:08.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband and I researched thousands of names before we could both agree on Dylan and Allison. Dylan was a famous writer and Allison means woman of noble character. Now that we have gotten to know our children we both feel that these names definitely fit their personalities. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the cases of resume's and college applications, many researchers have proven that bias automatically occurs when common ethnic names can be associated with certain ethnic groups. Unfortunately, these individuals are pre-judged before they are ever met. Does that mean that one should deny their heritage and name their children Mr. and Mrs. Mainstream America? I for one believe that the meaning of your name definitely sets the tone for the future of your child.  I researched the meaning of my name. I couldn't believe how much the meaning matched my own personality traits. My husband's matched his as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What do you think about your name? Do you wish your parents' named you something else? Do you think they matched your name appropriately to fit your personality and physical characteristics? If you could change your name what would you change it to? Or, if you could rename your child what name would you choose now that you have gotten to know their true personality? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6518308747665605660?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6518308747665605660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6518308747665605660&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6518308747665605660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6518308747665605660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1960565203977629295</id><published>2008-03-15T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:57:44.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Twisted...and I don't mean in a good way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was just watching CNN and couldn't believe my eyes. A freakin Tornado hit downtown Atlanta last night. Did they say tornado?? In Atlanta?? Man come on. What is really going on with this damn weather. I know that tornados scare the crap out of me. That is the only storm that can devestate an entire city/state in a matter of minutes. Hell, I'll take a hurricane over a tornado any day. I am just not the one for the Twister. Crazy, psycho people chase them and try to catch them on film. For what??? That is just plain insanity. You should see them on the weather channel. They look like they haven't bathed in months. Just plain slap happy when they spot a monstrocity of a tornado...headed in their direction no doubt. Yeah..not my kind of fun. I have some family in Atlanta and they are o.k Thank God. Big shout out to cool breeze himself. 12Kyle and the fam. But, so many people were hurt. This thing came out of no where. When I lived in College Park, Maryland we had a tornado touch down and come right up our street. With God's grace the tornado lifted off of the ground and changed directions before it got to our condo. I was so damn scared. I told my new husband we had only been married for two months that they were talking about a tornado watch was in effect for our area. Typical guy answer, "we live in Md. We don't get tornados. I'm going to the store." So, He leaves for the store and I turn on the t.v. Don't you know the sky turns black, the lights start flickering. Giant balls of hail start banging on the balconey glass. I immediately turn on the news. The weather man says if you live in College Park, Maryland go into your basements now a tornado has been spotted and is headed in your direction. I was freaking out. First of all, I don't have a basement. Second of all, I have never in my life experienced a tornado. In fact, I had never seen one except in the movies. I was scared for my husband and pissed at the same time. Why didn't he just listen to me and stayed his ass home? Now, we are seperated and a damn tornado is headed our way. I started hearing this loud thunderous noise like a train. I jumped in my tub and locked the bathroom door. The lights went off and my windows in the living room were shaking. I don't think I ever prayed so hard. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Just as quick as it came it was over. The sky was  freakishly crystal clear blue. Not a cloud in sight.  I sat on the floor of the condo trying to gather my thoughts as the tears streamed down my face. All of a sudden, my husband comes through the door. I was so happy to see him. I grabbed him and threw my arms around his neck. I wanted to choke him but I was so relieved to see him.  He said that the power had gone out in the store and the manager made all of the customers go into the storage room. The windows of the store were blown out. He said it was very scary.  I write all of this to say if you hear that their is a tornado warning in your city please take heed. Or better yet, if your wife says there is going to be a tornado stay your ass in the house. That means that they have actually spotted a tornado on the ground. Tornado watch means that it is a possibility that a tornado could form. Even if your city or state usually doesn't get severe weather like tornadoes. Still take the proper precautions because anything is possible especially with  global warming.  My prayers go out to the citizens of ATL. Especially the members of the blogger family. If you have a severe weather survival story you would like to share...the blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1960565203977629295?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1960565203977629295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1960565203977629295&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1960565203977629295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1960565203977629295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/twistedand-i-dont-mean-in-good-way.html' title='Twisted...and I don&apos;t mean in a good way'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4962565358240965567</id><published>2008-03-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:55:51.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>TO TELL OR NOT TO TELL???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday's blog about the married man cheating with a colleague made me think of this topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What if I were friend's with this man's wife? Would I confront him and not tell her that I saw him messing around? Or, would I risk our friendship and tell her what I saw? This is a totally touchy situation because it could play out in a couple of different ways. One she could receive the information and act on it and not dissolve our friendship. Two, she could go into denial and end our friendship based on she/say. Three, she could be bamboozled by her husband into believing his story and then he could  make her turn on me. Is is really worth getting involved? Knowing me, I would definitely make my presence known to the husband and introduce myself to the hooker. LOL Then I would pretend that I was making a phone call to make him crap in his pants. Basically, he would be so paranoid he would end up telling on himself. Now, that could backfire because then "The Wife", my friend would be pissed with me for not saying anything. Damn..this really could be a mess. What would you do if you caught your friend's mate cheating? To tell or not to tell that is indeed the question. I am curious to find out your answer. The blog is now open&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4962565358240965567?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4962565358240965567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4962565358240965567&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4962565358240965567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4962565358240965567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='TO TELL OR NOT TO TELL???'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7682561171793608784</id><published>2008-03-13T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:55:38.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>THE INTER-OFFICE HOOK-UP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I was having lunch yesterday in my favorite neighborhood cafe. I couldn't help noticing this couple sitting right next to me. The restaurant is pretty small so the tables are damn near touching eachother. Just to give you a little background. This couple's body language was very passionate. They were looking deeply into each other's eyes. They were holding hands across the table. He gently stroked her cheek when she smiled. It was obvious these two were in-love. Then I noticed the age difference. He was an attractive man with salt/pepper hair. I would place him in the 60ish range. She was definitely younger than him with shoulder length brown hair. She was attractive in a Katie Couric kind of way. Initially, I didn't think much about it. But, then I noticed that he was wearing a wedding band and she wasn't.  O.K??? I smell an affair.  At first, I was trying to hurry and eat my lunch so I could get home in time for Y&amp;amp;R. But, this was even better than Young and the Restless. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, I stuck around to see the rest of the story.  He pulled out her chair when she went to the restroom then he used his cell phone. Like I said before, the tables are damn near touching so I could hear his entire conversation. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I assumed he was talking to his secretary because he asked her to reschedule some appointments for the afternoon.  He told her that he was having a lunch meeting with a colleague and it was running over.  HA!! LIAR!!!!  I almost couldn't contain myself. I wanted to scream " CALL THIS MAN"S WIFE STAT!"At that point, I had a enough real life drama so I paid my check and left the restaurant. I made it home just in time to catch the rest of Y&amp;amp;R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, you know I had to bring this one to my Latte family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, what do you think about people who hook-up at work?  Have you ever had an affair at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't mean extra-marital. And if you have and want to share....you better respond anonymously. LOL The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7682561171793608784?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7682561171793608784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7682561171793608784&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7682561171793608784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7682561171793608784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/inter-office-hook-up.html' title='THE INTER-OFFICE HOOK-UP!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6304588822010583928</id><published>2008-03-11T12:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:47:24.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>Say No to Big Green Plastic Rollers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still can't believe in 2008 mother's are still coming out of the house embarrassing the hell out of their kids with big green plastic rollers and baggy hanes your way sweatsuits. What is really wrong with this picture? I thought we as mother's had stepped up our game. We are more fashion savvy and definitely care more about our looks than our previous generation. Or, atleast that is what I had hoped. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My own mother wore big green plastic rollers in her hair one time and had the nerve to drop me off at school looking like that. I begged and pleaded with this woman to take them out but she refused. I damn near couldn't breathe in the car because I was crying so hard. You know what her reply to me was? "Girl, get your ass together. I don't care what anyone thinks and neither should you". Yeah o.k..that was easier said than done when you are 10 years old and your biggest crush in the 4th grade saw her mother looking like an alien from mars. Come on folks..you remember how cruel 4 th grade boys can be? That is when joning became popular. Let's just say it was a day in my 10 year old existence that I wanted to disappear. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I actually remember hating my mother for that incident. It seems absolutely ridiculous now but back then I hated her. How could she embarass me like that? Ofcourse, I cared less what her reasons were. So what she was running late for work and had a huge board meeting to attend. I could have easily walked down the street to school but it was freezing outside. Anybody whoever went to Catholic School remembers how your ass nearly froze to death in those little plaid skirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But inspite of the fact that she was late, she cared enough about me to drive me to school. All because she didn't want her little spoiled brat to freeze. As an adult I asked her why she didn't just take the rollers out of her hair ?She said " I was far too late to care". She really didn't see what the big deal was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What was the most embarassing thing your mother ever did to you while growing up? I'm sure there were many but please try to narrow it down to one or two. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I look forward to your comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6304588822010583928?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6304588822010583928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6304588822010583928&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6304588822010583928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6304588822010583928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-no-to-big-green-plastic-rollers.html' title='Say No to Big Green Plastic Rollers'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5965525671205097050</id><published>2008-03-08T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:35:40.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Is Marriage and Monogamy played out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are people still interested in monogamy and marriage? It seems with divorce on the rise many singles are opting to keep their options open. You don't see many people rushing down the aisle like you use too. In fact, you may find yourself going to more funerals than weddings in a year. Young people are just not as interested in pledging their undying love to one person til death do them part. I remember when I was growing up it was understood you would go to college, get married, have children. Pretty much in that order. Many people are defining their own levels of commitment.  Some have been together for years but refuse to marry. They do this because of the fear that things would drastically change between the two of them. Or for the old saying "If it ain't broke, don't fix it". Many professional women who were busy building their careers to commit to a marriage or family are opting to get pregnant artificially.   It wasn't long ago women were pressed to get engaged to their soulmate and sport  the ring of their dreams. Now, women are buying their own diamonds and wearing them on their right hands. People are becoming more creative daters  thanks to modern technology. The trend these days seems to be "open relationships". In other words, I have a main chick but she knows that I see other people. What happened to giving your heart to one special person?  It seems like happily married couples are becoming like dinosaurs "extinct". The young people these days seem to have no interest in being monogamous or marriage. They are not even comitting themselves to dating a single sex.  This leads me to question " Is Marriage and Mongogamy played out"? What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you could do it over what would you choose? Please know that you can answer anonymously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I look forward to your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5965525671205097050?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5965525671205097050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5965525671205097050&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5965525671205097050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5965525671205097050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-marriage-and-monogamy-played-out.html' title='Is Marriage and Monogamy played out?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6847533118660342326</id><published>2008-03-07T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:43:24.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Cinderella Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remember when you were single you use to hang out on the weekends and stay out as long as you wanted? You really had no one to answer to or check in with. No children you needed to find a sitter for. Just plain fancy free. Then you got married. You really don't have time nor the energy to hang out like you use to. Infact, your single friends tease you about being locked up in the house. But, when you are able to venture out the iron gates is their a specific time you should be back? Afterall, you are a grown adult.  But, some may argue that you are no longer single and what is there really to do for a married person in the wee hours of the morning?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My girlfriend has this saying "Don't let the sun beat your ass home" LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But seriously...what do you think is a reasonable hour for a married person Husband or wife to hang out in the streets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My husband and I had this discussion before we got married just so that there wouldn't be any misunderstanding. He said that he didn't think there was anything out there for a married woman to do after midnight. I guess we would turn into pumpkins like Cinderella if we didn't bring our behinds into the house before midnight. But does this theory still hold true for husbands?  What do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I look forward to your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6847533118660342326?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6847533118660342326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6847533118660342326&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6847533118660342326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6847533118660342326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/cinderella-syndrome.html' title='The Cinderella Syndrome'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8621715482277741831</id><published>2008-03-06T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:18:00.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Breaking The Cycle of Dissatisfaction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Media is constantly creating the notion that whatever we have it is not enough. You need a faster car, a prettier face, a more muscular body, a new house, trendier clothes, latest shoes, all around something bigger and better than what you already have. Thus creating a cycle of dissatisfaction. Am I happy enough? Is my job enough? Am I worthy enough? Are my wife/husband enough? Do my colleagues think I am enough? Are my kids excelling enough? Am I enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I have to say about this? ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! I for one am declaring my independence from this vicious cycle of dissatisfaction. I am no longer listening to that nagging voice in my mind that creates the air of discontent. I am going to express gratitude in some form or fashion everyday. I will live my life pleased and satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;These Are the Top 5 Things I am Grateful For Today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am grateful for my extraordinary husband. I am so blessed to have found my true soulmate. This man loves and respects me and my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am grateful for two healthy,beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am grateful that we live in a nice, safe community. I never worry about my or my family's safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am grateful that my husband takes exceptional care of myself and our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am grateful that I am able to not work full-time and play an active role in my children's daily lives by volunteering in their schools, attending field trips, and not worrying about who is going to take care of them if they have to stay home sick. Again, I owe this to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good do you really have it? Write down 5 things that you are grateful for. I look forward to your comments. Let's break this cycle of dissatisfaction together.&lt;br /&gt;The blog is now open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tIyt8oSLVs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8621715482277741831?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8621715482277741831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8621715482277741831&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8621715482277741831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8621715482277741831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/breaking-cycle-of-dissatisfaction.html' title='Breaking The Cycle of Dissatisfaction!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4454324284472998215</id><published>2008-03-05T08:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:34:34.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Selfish Society Sightings</title><content type='html'>You know I was driving to visit my mother the other day and I came to a red light. There was a car in front of me and a car beside her.Both sides had rows of cars behind them. Well, the car beside her beeped his horn and got her attention. They proceeded to have a conversation. I don't know if he knew her already or was just trying to rap. The light turned green and don't you know those two continued their conversation while the rest of us waited behind them. I just sat there in disbelief. The light changed to yellow and those two assholes drove through. While the rest us remained captured by the red light again. This lead me to the conclusion that people are freakin selfish. They are so full of self-infatuation that they have a blatant disrespect for others. I for one am sick of the intrusion of my space, the disregard for my time, and their lack of social skills. So, this lead me to open the blog up to anyone else who may have experienced or witnessed a SELFISH SOCIETY SIGHTING. I look forward to your comments the blog is now open&lt;a href="http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-plane-crazy.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4454324284472998215?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4454324284472998215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4454324284472998215&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4454324284472998215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4454324284472998215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/selfish-society-sightings.html' title='Selfish Society Sightings'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6315540251237914550</id><published>2008-03-04T06:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:31:57.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>BYE BYE BIRDIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since when is it o.k to bring animals into the damn grocery store?I just don't get it. Like my previous blog &lt;a href="http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-doggie-drama-please.html"&gt;"No More Doggie Drama"&lt;/a&gt;  about the woman bringing her dog into White house/Black Market. I still don't get it. Here I am in the Giant buying groceries yesterday when I hear this chirping sound. My first thought is that a bird must have gotten into the store. But the sound was coming from a woman who had a perch on her shoulder with a bird on it. What the hell? People come on how sanitary is that? But, the bigger question is WHY IS THIS WOMAN ALLOWED IN A GROCERY STORE WITH A DIRTY ASS BIRD?????? The absolute worse the bird crapped on the woman's shoulder and it was just freakin gross! Why is it o.k for people to bring their pets where ever they go all of a sudden? When I was little you had to leave your dog outside. You damn sure couldn't bring a pet bird into a grocery store. We as a society need to come to terms that we are people and they are animals...therefore, they should not have the same perks or priviledges we humans have. I don't want to see your dog lapping up an ice cream cone inside Maggy Moos when I am trying to enjoy and lick mine. Is it just me??? Let me know your thoughts..the blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6315540251237914550?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6315540251237914550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6315540251237914550&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6315540251237914550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6315540251237914550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='BYE BYE BIRDIE'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-9037842505383966050</id><published>2008-02-28T11:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:56:27.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Blah Busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever woke up in the morning and felt like "BLAH"?  Well next time life leaves you in a "everything sucks mood" try my blah busters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Have a Quickie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This will surly boost your mood pronto.  This happens to be  number one on my list because it works instantly! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.Take a mental vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go to a tropical beach, or some other place that you love. Whatever it is close your eyes and escape for a minute or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. BREATHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yep, inhale slowly and deeply for five seconds, then exhale for five. You will breathe yourself into a more affirmative state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Get some sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exposure to the outdoors will lower your heart rate and defuse a pessimistic attitude. It gives me a sense of well-being and calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Put on an outfit that makes you look hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everyone has an outfit that is guaranteed to get positive feedback from friends, co-workers and even strangers. Change into it and enjoy the ego boost. Beyonce calls it her "Freakim dress".  My husband has this suit that exudes power. Whatever works wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do you do to help get you out of the blah's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-9037842505383966050?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/9037842505383966050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=9037842505383966050&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9037842505383966050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9037842505383966050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah-busters.html' title='Blah Busters'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8809032247335499935</id><published>2008-02-27T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:40:47.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>What's Your Motivation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every good manager knows that in order to get the most out of his or her employees he or she has to find their individual motivators. Some micromanage their employees into submission and others simply use fear tactics and bully their employees into producing. You can't treat everyone the same across the board. Some people are self-motivated and others thrive on external motivators. I think I need both.   Every since I was little I have always been motivated by competition, praise  and financial gain. My father use to pay me $20.00 for every "A" I received on my report card and $10.00 for every "B".  Believe me, report card time was a big pay day for me in our house. After all of these years, I am still motivated by competition, praise, and money. I have only had two really great managers who recognized that about me and definitely used it to their advantage. If you are a person in a Management role, How do you motivate your subordinates to produce? What Motivates you as an individual to do your best?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8809032247335499935?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8809032247335499935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8809032247335499935&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8809032247335499935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8809032247335499935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-your-motivation.html' title='What&apos;s Your Motivation?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6494458386185007139</id><published>2008-02-26T09:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:50:45.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>What?? Why?? "What the F@#$ Happened???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There is a point in all of our mental state where if reached can cause us to do the unthinkable. It is often referred to as "The breaking point". When you feel the world is closing in on you and you just can't take one more thing. Then inevitably that one more thing happens....Snap".We have watched the news so many times and wandered out loud "How could anyone do that"? or "What the hell were they thinking"? Sometimes our worse fears are realized and when the news flashes on the screen we may see a picture of someone that we know. Someone that we love. Someone that couldn't possibly be responsible for what they are saying. You try to wrap your mind around it. But..the shock just won't let you. The only thing you can manage to say is "What ??? Why???  What the Fuck happened? At some point you begin to try to piece things together. It has to be a mistake of identity. They have to have the wrong person. There is NO WAY the person I know could do something so horrific. But...they say they have evidence. They say they have DNA, they say that they have a witness, they say they have video surveillance footage. They say they have a note. WHAT???? WHY????? "What the Fuck happened"? My heart breaks for the victims and for my special someone. What were the sequence of events that led up to this disaster? The death of their mother? Money problems? relationship issues? Job issues? WHAT???  WHY??? " What the Fuck happened?" My heart aches for the pain you must be feeling. The lonliness, the complete isolation. My heart breaks for your daughter and your family that loves you soooo much. I'm praying for you and for the victims and their families.  I know that the person that I love and will always love is not the same person They are looking for.  This has to be somebody else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6494458386185007139?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6494458386185007139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6494458386185007139&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6494458386185007139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6494458386185007139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-why-what-f-happened.html' title='What?? Why?? &quot;What the F@#$ Happened???'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2153622891604402970</id><published>2008-02-22T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:11:29.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>WHY DO WE DO THAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do we sometimes treat the person we are suppose to care about most the worst? We yell at them when we are upset. We say anything out of our mouths to them because we know that they will take it. We care more about how a stranger feels than the person who would do anything and everything for us. We are careful not to hurt a stranger's  feelings, but we give our mates the brutal truth. We tiptoe around our friends and colleagues when they don't want to be bothered, but we harrass our mates into submission. Why do we do that? Would you hang up on your boss because he or she said something you didn't want to hear? Hell no...but you would be quick to hang up on your mate. We really need to reevaluate what is really important in life and stop taking our loved ones for granted. One day you might look up and they are gone. Can someone please explain why do we do the things we do? The blog is now open&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2153622891604402970?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2153622891604402970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2153622891604402970&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2153622891604402970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2153622891604402970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-we-do-that.html' title='WHY DO WE DO THAT?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1498946332676189650</id><published>2008-02-21T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:30:06.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Mama Needs A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was reading an article in Essence Magazine March 08 issue titled "I'm a Mama's Boy".The first thing that came to my mind was that this guy really needs to cut the apron strings. He goes on and on about how he allows his mother to make decisions for him about who he dates. He has broken up with several girlfriends because she didn't approve. One was because his mother didn't approve of her size. She weighed about 200 pounds. The other because she didn't have a college degree. One woman who came from a well off family was kicked to the curb by his mother because she said that she wouldn't be able to cook, clean or raise kids because she was use to having everything done for her. The craziest part of this article was that he was cool with her meddling. He said "I've found that she's been right about my exes and may have saved me time on some bad choices". This dude has some serious attachment issues. He got a tattoo of his mom's name put on his shoulder so that she would always be near him. This woman has crippled her son. He will never be able to make decisions on his own because he will always be seeking her approval. This mother is overprotective, overbearing and she needs to get a life i.e a man of her own. I think that is where a lot of single mothers go wrong because they make their sons their husbands. She needs to step back and let him be a man. I dated a mama's boy before and he was quickly kicked to the curb. No woman in her right mind would want to be bothered with a man who allows his mother to run his life. I truly pray that I will give my son space to live his life and learn from his own mistakes. Relationships are trial and error. If she keeps interfering how is he ever going to know what he really wants in a woman. What do you all think?&lt;br /&gt;Labels: relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1498946332676189650?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1498946332676189650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1498946332676189650&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1498946332676189650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1498946332676189650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-needs-life.html' title='Mama Needs A Life'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2250887063114270763</id><published>2008-02-20T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:41:40.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>NEIGHBOR DANGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was driving home today and I drove by my 14 year old neighbor walking with her 2o something boyfriend towards his house. It is 11:00 in the morning on a school day. This little girl is being raised by her 70 plus year old grandmother because both of her parents died.  I am pretty friendly with her grandmother because she remembers me from when I was a young girl in the neighborhood. My dilemma is should I say something to the grandmother or just mind my business? This little girl is going to get herself into some serious trouble with this guy.  One time I witnessed the little girl climbing down a ladder out of her bedroom window to go meet up with this guy and his friends. She hangs with a couple of girls in the neighborhood who are also fast as hell. If this was my daughter I would want someone to tell me. But...is it really my place? What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The blog is now open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2250887063114270763?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2250887063114270763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2250887063114270763&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2250887063114270763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2250887063114270763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/neighbor-danger.html' title='NEIGHBOR DANGER'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7319801862902576678</id><published>2008-02-15T10:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:02:57.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>ARE YOU INSATIABLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today is my birthday. I have officially joined the 35 and over club.  Wow....I don't feel 35 at all. I feel like I am still in my twenties. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I look in the mirror it is telling a different story though. I am starting to see fine little lines around my smile and the corners of my eyes, and I just had to pull out my second grey hair.( Damn) plus, I am a little rounder in some places than I was in my 20's thanks to my two crazy kids. But other than that I feel young. I still have energy and a zest for life which I am very grateful for. What do I have to show for my 35 years on this earth? Well, I have had a pretty exciting life up to this point. I've had great opportunities to pursue personal interests and to travel. God has truly blessed me with a Dynamic husband and two very beautiful children. What more could I ask for? Unfortunately, that is not our human nature to be satisfied. Even though I have been Blessed with a lot I  can't help but to want more. I think that drive is what helps me to keep creating and pursuing new goals for myself and for my family. I was thinking if money wasn't an object what would I be doing right now at this stage of my life? To be honest, I would probably be in Hollywood beating the pavement with all of the other wanna be starlets. My husband would be my manager and we would all be living the California dream. Or, we would be living the Fab life in Miami or New York or maybe out of the country in London or Italy. Those are just my dreams what would yours be? If money wasn't an object where would you be? What would you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The blog is now open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7319801862902576678?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7319801862902576678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7319801862902576678&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7319801862902576678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7319801862902576678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-insatiable.html' title='ARE YOU INSATIABLE?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1868391000784604485</id><published>2008-02-14T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:38:46.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>REAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day or should I say Happy Hallmark Cards Day! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is the day you are suppose to show and tell the person you love the most in the world that you truly and deeply care about them.  It is also the day for those who don't have anyone special in their lives to feel like it is being rubbed in their face. So, I am going to talk about not the commercialism of the L-word. You know the cheesy red and white stuffed animals, bouquets of over priced roses, and those nasty conversation hearts... But, what real love in the real world feels like.  Love...real love involves connecting with the other person, understanding them, and wanting to be with them for who they are, not who we'd like them to be. There is a difference between Falling in love and being loving. While it be difficult to decipher the difference between the two, one clue is the test of time. Falling in love happens early on in a relationship, when two people barely know each other. Once they become intimate and learn more about each other's positive and negative traits and the initial euphoria of love is gone, a person who is only in love will eventually lose interest. If a person truly loves, they'll stay for the long hull. Another important sign of real love is selflessness and the ability to put someone else's needs and desires above your own. Does your loved one make sacrifices for you? Are they able to put your wants and needs before their own? Relationships are all about give and take, but love is more about giving.  I am talking about giving of your time,  your attention, your feelings, your dreams, your whole self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since it is Valentine's Day, I am going to open the blog up to anyone who wants to give a shout out to that special person in your own words not Hallmark's. The blog is now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1868391000784604485?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1868391000784604485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1868391000784604485&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1868391000784604485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1868391000784604485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-love.html' title='REAL LOVE'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5338353137555004461</id><published>2008-02-12T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:49:56.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Barack and Hillary Effect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wouldn't life be so much simpler if Barack and Hillary were on the same ticket. I am so torn between the two candidates. I am so ready for change and I definitely want someone in there who will kick that "No Child Left Behind" act to the curb. Do you think it is possible for the two of them to join forces? Wouldn't that be incredible?A woman and a black man running the white house? Wow, that is one for the history books. The great thing about a democracy is that we have the power to make that happen . Don't forget to vote today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5338353137555004461?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5338353137555004461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5338353137555004461&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5338353137555004461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5338353137555004461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/barack-and-hillary-effect.html' title='The Barack and Hillary Effect!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-5858518053582268229</id><published>2008-02-07T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:51:15.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>PASS FOR CASH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I read an article in the Baltimore Sun Plus News Paper today that I thought was ridiculous. So, I wanted to bring it to your attention to see what you thought. Basically, The Baltimore school chief Andres Alonso proposes to spend $935,000 dollars on a program that will pay students $110.oo each if they pass the state graduation exams. They believe that this cash will be incentive enough to make students improve their scores on the state examinations. I believe that it is bribery. We all know  that in order for public schools to receive funding from the state level they have to pass their examination requirements. The state level won't receive funding from Bush &amp;amp;Co. also known as  the Federal level unless they meet "The No Child Left Behind" Quota. So, basically they are teaching our students the art of manipulation. "I'll put some ends in your pocket, so they can put ends in mine". What kind of foolishness is this? Do they really think this will work? These are the same kids that really could care less either way. Especially if they are able to make thousands of dollars a day just from being on the corner. How is $110.00 going to be able to convince these students to stay in school and pass state examination requirements? This publicity stunt  is a waste of money, and a waste of my ink. What do you think? The blog is now open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-5858518053582268229?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/5858518053582268229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=5858518053582268229&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5858518053582268229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/5858518053582268229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/pass-for-cash.html' title='PASS FOR CASH!!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3127704537839719883</id><published>2008-02-05T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:08:40.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>SUPER BAD IF YOU ASK ME!!!</title><content type='html'>I am running late as usual dropping the kids off at school. Well, I am pulling out of my daughter's school parking lot and there is this police officer just sitting there blocking the exit. I got behind him because I thought he was getting ready to make a turn to pull out of the parking lot. There was a lot of traffic so I waited as patiently as possible. Again, I was running late. So, his ass never moves. He doesn't even signal me to go around or anything. I am getting annoyed at this point. I don't know whether to go around him or just wait. This other car pulls behind me and then another behind them. What the hell? So,  I pull beside him and he flashes me with his lights like I was doing something wrong. So, I stopped and rolled down my window. I thought he had something to say to me. He rolled down his window and said..."What's your Problem"? I was like I don't have a problem officer, I was waiting for you to go. He said " Well I'm not stopping you". What an asshole!!!!! I was so pissed! don't you know he pulled out behind me and tailed my ass all the way to my son's school. Which really made me late because I didn't want to give him a reason to give me a ticket! Some of my favorite people are good cops. But...today I have to vent about the bad cops. I am so sick of them throwing their damn power around. They are just regular people with a uniform and a gun. They are not super human and definitely don't have super powers so I wish their asses would come back down to earth and get their heads out of their asses. That was totally uncalled for this morning. One time my husband and I got pulled over in Virginia because he was a young black male driving a benz. We weren't speeding at all. He gave us a 150.00 ticket!  What really gets me is that we have to bow down to them like they are God! "Yes sir...officer sir". "Sho would love it if you gave me ticket". "Thank you sir". Man....*%&amp;amp;$ that!&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have similar experiences regarding BAD COPS!!! Please feel free to vent here! The blog is now open. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3127704537839719883?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3127704537839719883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3127704537839719883&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3127704537839719883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3127704537839719883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bad-if-you-ask-me.html' title='SUPER BAD IF YOU ASK ME!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3785769848125976250</id><published>2008-02-01T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:58:56.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Lights...Camera.....Action!</title><content type='html'>Can it get any uglier outside? It is raining cats and dogs out here. Can I please get some warm weather and sunny blue skies? I know it's February.....but I can dream can't I? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Everyone! You know what that means...it is time to play the "IF" Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you wrote a movie about your current love story and had to use a song as a title.&lt;br /&gt;what song would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No Ordinary Love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What my husband and I share is truly incredible. He inspires me, he encourages me, he challenges me to not only want more but to expect the impossible out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could reenact your favorite love scene from a movie, what movie would you choose and what scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It would definitely be "Set it Off"...the candle scene between Jada and Blair Underwood. That was hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In your love story movie....what celebrity would you cast to play the role of your significant other? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would get Terrance Howard to play my husband. He is intense and sincere just like him. He would have to shave his hair off though. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O.k folks the ball is in your court. Have some fun!!!! I look forward to your comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3785769848125976250?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3785769848125976250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3785769848125976250&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3785769848125976250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3785769848125976250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/02/lightscameraaction.html' title='Lights...Camera.....Action!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-697245419824405998</id><published>2008-01-31T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:45:23.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>A MAN'S PLACE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would you be intimidated if your wife or girlfriend made more money than you? Women, would you date or marry a man who made significantly less money than you? What if the shoe was on the other foot. As a man could you handle staying at home, taking care of the kids, running them around to doctor's appointments, afterschool activities, grocery shopping and making sure dinner was on the table every night  by 6p.m? Could you handle not socializing with another adult for hours at a time? Would you be content giving up your career so that your wife or significant other were free to pursue their dream job? Women....would you feel comfortable working outside the home while your husband became a stay at home dad? Would it really matter either way  if you both are committed to the success of your family? Where is A Man's Place??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I  would love to hear your comments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-697245419824405998?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/697245419824405998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=697245419824405998&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/697245419824405998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/697245419824405998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/mans-place.html' title='A MAN&apos;S PLACE.....'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7374363549554034394</id><published>2008-01-30T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:40:11.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>LINE PLEASE.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My sister and I were talking the other day about the fun we use to have when we were younger, single and on the scene. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm sure many of you have similar crazy stories to share. We had this favorite spot that we frequented on Friday nights. Many from the D.C area may be familiar with Jasper's. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The guys in there use to use these corny lines to try and get our attention. It really was pretty pathetic. But...every now and then someone would hit a line out of the park.  Yeah..I had a line too. It's pretty corny but it worked every time. So, for you singles out there I am going to let you borrow this one. While with a girlfriend, find the cutest guy at the bar. Walk over to him and ask him if you can "borrow him for a minute". Make sure he is with friends and they all look good. Then say to your friend, "See, this is my type right here. Find me one just like him".  LOL...absolutely hilarious. Then you walk away. Believe me, he will find you again before the night is over. So....I know some of you have some good lines out there. Or, share with us the absolute worst line you have ever heard. It's hump day we all need a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thanks for sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7374363549554034394?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7374363549554034394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7374363549554034394&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7374363549554034394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7374363549554034394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/line-please.html' title='LINE PLEASE.......'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8594438163117223111</id><published>2008-01-29T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:30:11.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>YOUR NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen them I'm sure in the grocery store, in the bank, in the mall, in the movies or just walking down the street. I'm talking about Crazy, Out of Control kids and  their delusional parents who can't control them!  Where I live, it is not uncommon to see kids screaming and running up and down the aisles of the grocery store.  Falling out on the floor crying when they can't get a piece of candy or whining to their parents that they are ready to go NOWWWWWWWW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am sick of it! Stop letting your kids rule. It is your job as a parent to make sure your child has boundaries. The government has parents scared to discipline their own children in public. Sometimes I find myself  guilty of it too. So worried that someone is going to call the police and have me arrested for child abuse just for popping my child's hand. But, you can be rest assured I am going to take care of it when we get home. Kids are getting more and more out of control everyday because of this new law. Believe me,  those little suckers know their rights too. Thanks to the media and their schools they know how to dial 911.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; In the interim, The little one's are talking back and the older one's are kicking their parents asses. Where do we draw the line? If you have experienced this before or just want to vent!! This is your spot. What do you think about this issue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8594438163117223111?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8594438163117223111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8594438163117223111&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8594438163117223111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8594438163117223111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-not-boss-of-me.html' title='YOUR NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-4392544734521927430</id><published>2008-01-27T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:45:59.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Things To Ask Yourself Before Tying The Knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In July my husband and I will celebrate our 7th year anniversary. It is so hard to believe that much time has gone by because it still feels like we just got married yesterday. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We have two children. (a boy and a girl) so...my shop is officially closed.  Overall, we have a very happy marriage. Every now and then as with any marriage we are faced with issues that teach us about ourselves as individuals  and challenges us to deepen our commitment as a couple. Our biggest challenge has been parenthood. We have two different approaches to discipline and at times it leaves one or both of us exhausted and frustrated. Because Marriage is not a destination but a journey I thought I would share with you some questions that I think one should definitely ask themselves and their partners BEFORE TYING THE KNOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Do we plan on having separate bank accounts or creating one that we will both share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Have we discussed our family health histories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. If one of his parents turned on me, would he stand up for me or would I have to fight for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Have we discussed whether or not we want kids, how many, and how we want to raise them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. What's his idea of the right way to discipline children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Will I be incurring any of his debts or will he be incurring any of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Would he be cool with my desire to work or not after kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. If he doesn't change and what I'm getting now is exactly what he's going to be and nothing better, will I still be content with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Either through your own personal  experience or a friends experience....what are some other things one should ask themselves and their partner before tying the knot?  I look forward to your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-4392544734521927430?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/4392544734521927430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=4392544734521927430&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4392544734521927430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/4392544734521927430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-to-ask-yourself-before-tying.html' title='Things To Ask Yourself Before Tying The Knot'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2143897029226226982</id><published>2008-01-25T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:07:10.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>The "IF" Game</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a little fun. Answer the following questions as honestly as possible. Don't forget you can always sign anonomously. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you had to watch your lover or spouse have sex with a celebrity, but could determine who it would be, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would choose Penelope Cruz. I think she is beautiful and maybe a lot of fun to watch&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had to smell one food everytime you had sex, for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would love to smell cotton candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If you had to come up with one word to describe your current mate , what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One word to decribe my mate would be Marvelous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2143897029226226982?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2143897029226226982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2143897029226226982&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2143897029226226982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2143897029226226982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-game.html' title='The &quot;IF&quot; Game'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-9021059794827757177</id><published>2008-01-24T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:54:20.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>THE HILLARY &amp; BARACK TWO RING CIRCUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is really going on with this democratic race? Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama are so busy fighting eachother that the real issues are getting lost in the dust. The media is trying to make this into a two ring circus. There are three very good candidates vying for this position. But, because of the media only two candidates have been singled out. My fear is that it is going to end up like the old folks tale the tortoise and the hare. The hare was so busy running his mouth teasing the tortoise that he was faster. He got so far a head of the tortoise that he decided to take a nap. When he woke up the tortoise had won the race. Hillary and Barack are both the Hare and John is the tortoise. He has been consistent with his approach. He is using the slow and steady tactic of the tortoise.  The media is using this two ring circus with Hillary to distract  Barack from keeping his eye on the issues. Personal attacks against eachother are not going to help any one of us in America to have a better quality of life. Barack has promised us a new approach to politics. I don't know about you but I believe this country is ready for a major change.  Barack has said"If you've got Michelle as first lady, and Malia and Sasha running around the South Lawn, that changes how America looks at itself. It changes how White Children think about Black children, and it changes how Black children think about Black children." Essence Magazine Dec.07.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obama has opened America's eyes to the possibility of having a Black family in the White House. That in itself is incredible. Let's stay focused and keep our eyes on the real issues that effect us as Americans and less on the personal attacks. Whatever you do....don't sleep on Edwards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your view? Please leave your comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-9021059794827757177?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/9021059794827757177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=9021059794827757177&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9021059794827757177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9021059794827757177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/hillary-barack-two-ring-circus.html' title='THE HILLARY &amp; BARACK TWO RING CIRCUS'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1217371378333550408</id><published>2008-01-23T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:18:19.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>TOP 5 SONGS THAT MAKE YOU WANT SOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I absolutely love music. There are some songs that make you think. Some songs make you happy or sad. However,  there are those songs as soon as you hear the pulsating, bass and the sensuous, melody they make you want to  stop what ever it is you are doing at that moment,  grab your mate and never let them go. I'm talking about songs that put you instantly in the mood. It was so hard to narrow it down to 5 but here they are "THE TOP 5 SONGS THAT MAKE YOU WANT SOME" LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.How does it feel- D'angelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Til The Cops Come Knockin- Maxwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.No ordinary love- Sade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Lost with out you- Robin Thick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Anytime and Anyplace- vintage Janet Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me, this is so hard but I know you can do it. What songs made it into  your top 5? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1217371378333550408?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1217371378333550408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1217371378333550408&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1217371378333550408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1217371378333550408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-5-songs-that-make-you-want-some.html' title='TOP 5 SONGS THAT MAKE YOU WANT SOME'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8288340044639001164</id><published>2008-01-22T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:56:34.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>DATES FROM HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Has anyone ever seen this show on BET called "HELL DATE"? They set up an unsuspecting person on a date with an actor from the show. They take them on a date that is absolutely horrible. Finally, after the poor soul can't take anymore drama, a little devil pops out of no where and yells at the person " You are on Hell Date". As I was watching another hilarious episode of HELL DATE on BET last night it made me remember some of my own historically, crazy dates from hell. It is pretty hard to narrow them down to one in particular so I will give you a brief overview of them all. Once I dated a guy who didn't have any home training. We went to a restaurant to eat and he decided that he was going to have some fries with his ketchup. Ketchup was all over his face and he didn't know how to use a napkin. He licked his fingers clean. Yuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another date took me to the movies and as we were walking into the rows he tripped and spilled popcorn and soda all over the people sitting in the row in front of us. One of the guys was trying to show off for his girl and jumped in my dates face. My date pushed the guy and I rolled out and left him at the theater. This was our first date and I hate drama. Another date, didn't even bother to show up. I was all dressed up for New Year's eve and we had tickets to go to an exclusive party. Well, his sorry ass had the nerve to tell me that the reason he didn't show up was because he got locked up for DUI. Whatever, I never talked to him again. Another guy I dated use to steal things and give them to me as gifts. I never suspected anything until one day I was setting a watch he gave me, turned it over and saw and inscription"To Amy our love is timeless". I was too through...needless to say he was fired. LOL It is so hilarious to think about but I am glad that I don't have to deal with that drama anymore. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are so many more that I could share with you... but I am anxious to hear about your own dates from hell. Please feel free to leave your comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8288340044639001164?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8288340044639001164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8288340044639001164&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8288340044639001164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8288340044639001164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/dates-from-hell.html' title='DATES FROM HELL'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-8037852974894662716</id><published>2008-01-17T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:05:47.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>JUST PLANE CRAZY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hello from Beautiful Palm Beach, Florida. Wow, if you ever have a chance to visit Palm Beach I highly recommend "The Breakers" Hotel. It is really fabulous! Make sure you ask for room 1041 Ocean Front. Unbelievable! However, my flight to Palm Beach definitely left something to be desired. While my husband and I were waiting to board our flight to Charlotte, I noticed a man sitting next to him. The man kept coughing really loud. I thought to myself. I hope he isn't sitting next to us on the flight. They called for boarders and the man went on a head of us. As we are getting on the plane the line was moving really slow. Apparently, some guy was head bent on putting his oversized suitcase in the carry on luggage compartment. I thought to myself what the hell, just check the bag in. So, we finally are able to board on the plane and we get to our seat. My mouth dropped open when I saw the man from the waiting area sitting in the window seat and I had to sit in between him and my husband. I forgot to mention that he had to weigh over 300 pounds. Yep...sorry how could I forget that pertinent information. O.k, so I sit down and am literally squeezed in between the two of them. Not a pleasant picture. The man was so big that his damn leg and foot kept touching mine. YUCK!!! I moved as close to my husband as humanly possible without actually sitting in his lap. The plane takes off and the man begins to slurp really loud on his coffee drink. I look at my husband for help and he laughs. Then the man begins to scratch his head really hard. All I could imagine was cooties happily escaping and fleeing to my hair. I am freaking out on the inside. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a certified germaphobe. Then the man starts that damn loud coughing again....SHIT!! I grab my scarf and wrap it around my face. My husband is looking at me like I am overreacting but I can't help it. Then the man falls asleep and you guessed it. The bastard starts snoring in my freakin ear!!! Then out of no where I hear this loud FART sound coming from his direction. The smell was absoltutely putrid. "WHAT THE HELL"? I ask my husband all he can do is crack up. O.k, I think to myself I must be on one of those damn shows where someone is going to jump out and say "You just got punked"! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But, nobody ever came out. Everytime I moved my leg over towards my husband, the man started shifting in his damn seat and moving his leg closer to mine. I thought I was going to go off. I said to myself.."If this MF'Er touches me one more time I am going to scream". Luckily, he never did. I just want to know has anyone ever experienced a moment when someone was so damn rude and completely violated your personal space. I look forward to your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-8037852974894662716?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/8037852974894662716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=8037852974894662716&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8037852974894662716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/8037852974894662716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-plane-crazy.html' title='JUST PLANE CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-747289129176775212</id><published>2008-01-14T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:35:06.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>THE PORN TRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A reader asked me to post this scenario for her to gain feedback from fellow Morning Latte Bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She and her significant other have sex all of the time. But,she notices that he often stays up late and watches porn everynight. She also notices links on the computer for frequented porn sites. It is making her feel like her mate isn't satisfied with  their sex life. She wants to know how much porn is too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my opinion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You need to talk to him about it. The more you wonder, the more your imagination will exaggerate the situation. Find out if their is a way the two of you can create more excitement as a couple. You can make porn less intimidating by watching it together sometimes. You asked how much is too much? I think it is too much if it gets in the way of your having a healthy sexual relationship. If his porn habits begin to replace your real-life  love making sessions then to me that is when it has become WAY  TOO MUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm curious to know what do you think about this scenario?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familywatchdog.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-747289129176775212?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/747289129176775212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=747289129176775212&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/747289129176775212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/747289129176775212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/porn-trap.html' title='THE PORN TRAP'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1672006845791240933</id><published>2008-01-11T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:16:47.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>THE INFAMOUS C.I.L.F LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you are probably wondering what in the world is a C.I.L.F list? Well, I was watching a re-run of the television show Friends the other day and Ross and Rachel came up with a list of Celebrities that they would like to sleep with. Hence the acronym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Celebrities. I'd. Like. to %#*&amp;amp;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ofcourse it would have to be a chance in hell for it to happen but the fantasy is fun to think about. So, here are my Top 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. LL Cool J.  Humor me, I've had this fantasy since I was 16 years old. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did meet him once...but that's a long story. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.TI the rapper his character in the movie ATL. I know he is little but...he's got major presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. David Beckham...short cropped hair, mustache and five O'clock shadow, no shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Terrance Howard....in The Best Man playing his guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Taye Diggs....in Brown Sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh, it was so hard to narrow it down to five. Beyonce' almost made number 5 but I would have to put her at 6. What can I say the girl is hot. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ofcourse, if that ever happened my husband would surly have to be included. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I'm curious to know who would be in your top five? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1672006845791240933?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1672006845791240933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1672006845791240933&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1672006845791240933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1672006845791240933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/infamous-cilf-list.html' title='THE INFAMOUS C.I.L.F LIST'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-7103125024317090645</id><published>2008-01-09T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:55:47.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>NO MORE DOGGIE DRAMA PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know...I am so sick of people thinking their dog has human rights! It seems like the world is being taken over by pet extremists. I went to the White House/ Black Market yesterday and some woman had her damn dog in the store.  The owner wasn't carrying the dog in one of those cute little doggie bags. No...she was letting the dog walk all through the store. Shall I repeat the name of the store " White House/ Black Market" Why the hell would she bring her dog in there? The sales woman asked her to kindly put the dog outside and she had a hissy fit. I was like "Whatever" take your dog and go. PLEEEEEEEEEEZE! I am trying to enjoy the little bit of me time I have left before I am called back on Mommy duty.  Finally, she huffed out of the store and the sales woman and I looked at each other and laughed. Unfortunately, my doggie drama doesn't end there. When I got home, a couple was walking their "GIGANTIC" dog without a leash.  Ofcourse, the dog went into our yard. We do not have a fence. The dog crapped in our yard and the owners tried to walk away without scooping the poop. I pulled up my kitchen window and yelled out " Hey...can you please clean that up"? I tried to use my neighborly voice but..I don't think it came out the way I planned.   "First of all, this is my yard and I don't own any pets. So, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't allow your dog to crap in my yard where my children play."  Needless to say they did look a little startled, and then one of them sheepishly began to clean it up.  Please don't get me wrong, I don't dislike dogs or any other pet for that matter. As long as I don't feel like they are  intruding on my space. If you can relate to this please reply...If you are a dog lover/owner I would love to hear your perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks for sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-7103125024317090645?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/7103125024317090645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=7103125024317090645&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7103125024317090645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/7103125024317090645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-doggie-drama-please.html' title='NO MORE DOGGIE DRAMA PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3869082514646381288</id><published>2008-01-07T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:31:10.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>MY TOP TEN ROMANCE RESOLUTIONS FOR 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In additon to my  usual New Year's Resolution to Get fit or die trying. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have decided to also make a vow to commit to creating a harmonious love and home life for my baby. SO, here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By the way, he has no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. I will not keep score of the number of night's he's hogged the remote control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. I will bust out the "vacation" lingerie on an ordinary day like today for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. I will cook something that didn't come in a box already....o.k at least attempt to cook something edible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. I will not mumble evil things under my breath when I am awaken out of my sleep for the 20th time by one or both of our children and look over at him sleeping soundly like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. I will listen without interrupting....even when I know that I am right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. I will not take my eyes off of him when he is telling me how his day went...even if the kids are doing cartwheels  off of the living room sofa and could break their necks at any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. I will not yell at him for hogging the bathroom for 15 minutes when I plan on using it for the next hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8.  instead of just thinking to myself.."damn he looks so nice today"  I will tell him how sexy I think he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. I will not invite him to my pity parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. I will not take for granted how GREAT he is to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well...that's all I got. What about you? Do you have any resolutions to add to this list? Happy New Year to all of you! Thanks for your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3869082514646381288?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3869082514646381288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3869082514646381288&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3869082514646381288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3869082514646381288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-top-ten-romance-resolutions-for-2008.html' title='MY TOP TEN ROMANCE RESOLUTIONS FOR 2008'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-2628077390311261752</id><published>2007-12-23T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:41:46.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU LIVING TO YOUR FULLEST POTENTIAL?</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 2007 is almost over. The years are flying by in break neck speed. It is hard to keep up sometimes. So much externally consumes us that we rarely get a chance to reflect internally. So. I wanted to take a moment to provide you with an opportunity to self-reflect. I wanted to know are you living in your full potential? I ask this because many people including myself find themselves in jobs because we needed  a steady paycheck and good benefits. It's not a dream job but we learned to deal with it because it pays the bills. But there's always been something on the inside of you, a burning desire to use your gifts and talents to create something. Change something. Build something. Do something you love to do!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, many of us still don't know what we want to be when we grow up. So, here's a few questions to ask yourself. What do you absolutely love to do and do it well? What do you have a passion for? What brings you total joy? The biggest question of them all and a true sign of your calling is whether or not you would do it for FREE!!! Now, I ask you again...are you living in your full potential?  Don't wait too long to discover your potential or it may become buried so deep inside that you can barely uncover it.  I had an opportunity to live in my potential. You see  I knew it was my true purpose because I had a feeling of fulfillment, satisfaction and immense gratification. I had an opportunity to experience a feeling of complete freedom and accomplishment.  I'm not doing it now..because I haven't quite figured out how to make it fit in my already hectic life of being wife and mother of 2. The truth is I have a laundry list of reasons why I can't.  We live too far away from the city. My kids are too young. My schedule would include some long days, and some long nights away from home. Again, the kids and daycare issues. So, that is why I am not living in my potential. I know it's a bunch of excuses... but at this point it is my reality. Now, tell me are you living in your potential? If you are BRAVO!!! Tell us how you do it? IF not... Why not? Tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up? Or what did you want to be when you were little? I wish all of you a prosperous 2008 full of love, happiness and an abundance of potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-2628077390311261752?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/2628077390311261752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=2628077390311261752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2628077390311261752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/2628077390311261752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-you-living-to-your-fullest.html' title='ARE YOU LIVING TO YOUR FULLEST POTENTIAL?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-9182815365844873294</id><published>2007-12-19T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:16:49.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>THE SIGNIFICANT" EX "FACTOR</title><content type='html'>The Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in a great NEW relationship. You both have a lot of fun together. The fact of the matter is you are both madly in-love with each other. Now here's  The glitch:  he or she is still closely tied to their significant ex.  When I say significant, I am referring to their "First Love". You know the one that they thought was going to be "The One" but some how the years of adventure and camaraderie  they once shared had flatlined, and led them to the conclusion that the relationship was undeniably over. So, here we are in a place that can be very sticky for many reasons.  Let's examine what I like to call the "Best Friend Factor". This is the stickiest of situations because they still have very close contact with one another. They call each other on the phone, they go out together to eat, club, movies etc. They have all the perks of a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship minus the sex. Atleast, not anymore. The thing is this....the ex in this situation needs to be put on the back burner. You are their Best Friend now. Their is absolutely no reason for them to be spending that much time together. If your space is being compromised and you are feeling disrespected then this situation is not working out. YOU need to let your Mate know under no uncertain terms what you will and will not tolerate in your relationship. This is one of those things that again may cause friction in the beginning but if he or she is really serious about continuing their relationship with you then some changes will need to be made. Now, I don't mind the occasional life check where you send a casual e-mail to see how they are doing. To me that is innocent. After all, you were friends. But...I definitely have a problem with phone calls at work or on the cell, Dates... (movies, dinner, clubbing) yes they are dates if you are alone with the person with out your mate, and the  infamous, innocent enough  lunch meeting. In my opinion this camaraderie is interfering with our quality of life as a couple. I just want to know what do you think about this situation? Can you relate to this scenario? What did you do? I welcome your feedback!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-9182815365844873294?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/9182815365844873294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=9182815365844873294&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9182815365844873294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/9182815365844873294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2007/12/significant-ex-factor.html' title='THE SIGNIFICANT&quot; EX &quot;FACTOR'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-6170944295737181446</id><published>2007-12-17T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:21:42.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Best Gift Ever!!!</title><content type='html'>I had my very own The Price Is Right Moment Saturday. You know when Bob Barker says to the anxious contestant" well let's see what you are going win.....drum roll...."A NEW CAR"! The contestant usually jumps up and down, runs across the stage or worse tries to knock poor, old Bob down with enthusiasm. Well, I wasn't that bad but I sure came close. My wonderful husband decided to give me my Christmas gift early this year. Ever since I was a little girl I have always, always wanted a shiny, black convertible. I didn't really care who made the car I just knew it had to be black and it had to be a convertible. Well...he gave me a beautiful, shiny, black , convertible solara and made my dreams come true. Have you ever looked at your mate and thought to yourself damn..can it really get any better than this? With Christmas right around the corner, I would like to know what was the best gift you have ever received from your mate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-6170944295737181446?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/6170944295737181446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=6170944295737181446&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6170944295737181446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/6170944295737181446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-gift-ever.html' title='The Best Gift Ever!!!'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-3786259827851534839</id><published>2007-12-12T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:00:37.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Can You Rise Above?</title><content type='html'>The Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in the kitchen and your husband or boyfriend is upstairs in the shower. His cell phone goes off. You hear it ring and ring and finally you walk over to turn it off. You see there is a text message waiting. Your curious you view it. Now you wish you never did. The message says "want 2 see u. miss u like crazy".  Immediately your stomache starts doing flips. You feel like shit and you wish you never picked up the damn phone. Now, you have a situation on your hands.  You put the phone down. Your mind races back and forth. Trying to process what you just witnessed. What do you do? Well, you could call the number back to see who the bitch is that is invading your space. Or, you could go upstairs and question your man, and last but not least...keep your mouth shut and pretend that it didn't happen. After all, you have a good life and you want to keep it that way. Let's just say you call the number and the girl on the other end gives you an ear full of crap that you really don't want to hear. Does that really make you feel better? Or, you take it up with your man and he LIES to your face....again nothing solved. The third choice of pretending like you never saw it might help you to gain perspective about your relationship with your man.  Is he sleeping with someone else or is he just mentally entertaining someone? Does it really matter? The question you have to ask yourself is this a deal breaker for you? Or Can you rise above and forgive and forget? Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-3786259827851534839?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/3786259827851534839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=3786259827851534839&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3786259827851534839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/3786259827851534839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-you-rise-above.html' title='Can You Rise Above?'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455858593208373866.post-1178119759379192922</id><published>2007-12-09T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:41:11.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>LOVE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT</title><content type='html'>Did you know that 50% of  the marriages that end in divorce generally occur during the first seven years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that the primary cause of this swift change of heart is that people don't know what to expect when it comes to love and marriage. If you have unreasonable expectations you are bound to be disappointed. This disappointment causes us to believe that our marriages are broken or that our spouses are flawed in some way. Unfortunately, once we start thinking that way, divorce becomes a logical solution. I also think that alot of us really didn't know the person we were marrying. We married the person they wanted us to see. (Their Representative) you know the one who likes what we like, says all of the right things, cares about the sames causes we are fighting, so nice and sweet  that we would  never suspect them to be a candidate to verbally or physically abuse us, your friends love them, and best of all your family loves them. Absolute Perfection! Now that everyone is comfortable and the years start to fly by and the layers of deceit begin to peel away you begin to meet their true selves. The good, the bad and the damn near ugly. Why are so many of us afraid to be real? So what if everything is not perfect wouldn't you rather know that upfront? Atleast, one would be able to make an informed decision as to whether this is really a good match or not? Maybe if we were honest with ourselves in the beginning we would have more realistic expectations for our mates and for our marriage. I am very thankful that my husband and I peeled away those layers before we walked down the aisle. He knew the good, the bad and the not so pretty about me and I him. This allowed us to make informed decisions about whether or not we really wanted to be together. Believe me, during this time it was rough. Their were plenty of "don't call me anymore's" during the process. LOL but, the point is this took place before the marriage. Many of us don't get to the process until after we've already said "I DO". That seems to be a little backwards. Many of you are engaged and are on the brink of the aisle. You can't be afraid to ask each other the hard questions. These questions will help you both explore the true core of yourselves. Happily married people know that love is what you make it.  Love isn't just a feeling, it's a decision. It is a living thing. If you nurture it, it grows. If you neglect it, it dies. What you decide to do on a daily basis will determine how much love you and your partner feel for each other. In other words, share household chores, help with the kids, help prepare the meals, help manage the money, and most importantly make time to nurture your love.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? I'd love to hear your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455858593208373866-1178119759379192922?l=issuesandsituations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/feeds/1178119759379192922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455858593208373866&amp;postID=1178119759379192922&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1178119759379192922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455858593208373866/posts/default/1178119759379192922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://issuesandsituations.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-is-what-you-make-it.html' title='LOVE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT'/><author><name>L. Renee'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288745543106076462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rerxTjOI1m0/S1nFN5_OIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rJzul8B_cjU/S220/Justin+pic+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
