<?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-4500874840798492192</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:39:27.005-04:00</updated><category term='lupe fiasco'/><category term='humorous'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='sweetness'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='you&apos;d be suprised to know'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='random'/><category term='just because'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='music'/><category term='word of the week'/><category term='life'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='society'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='real talk'/><category term='shout out'/><category term='internet'/><category term='religion'/><category term='good music'/><category term='kanye west'/><category term='high level hilarity'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='FYI'/><category term='love'/><category term='say what'/><category term='verbal vomit'/><category term='work'/><category term='madness'/><category term='rant'/><category term='random. good music'/><category term='cure for the boredom'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Blaaahh-g</title><subtitle type='html'>This is therapy. To treat my 'talking to self.' Side effects include, but are not limited to, verbal vomitting, radical rants, High-Level hilarity, I.D.E.K, and WTFluffs. Reader discretion is advised.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-659595040578845814</id><published>2009-03-17T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:03:47.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough" -Fall Out Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome back to another segment of "Good Music Makes You Homesick for A Place You've Never Been" ~ N. Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless - Dionne Farris from the movie Love Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlkJ7JXETr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlkJ7JXETr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-659595040578845814?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/659595040578845814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=659595040578845814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/659595040578845814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/659595040578845814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-hopelessly-hopeful-youre-just.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m hopelessly hopeful, you&apos;re just hopeless enough&quot; -Fall Out Boy'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1045959715319887664</id><published>2009-03-17T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:33:15.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>"It's Been A Long Time...We Shouldn't Left You Without A Dope Beat to Step To"  - Timbaland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEF_-IcnQC4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEF_-IcnQC4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I guess I took a leave of absence from blogging.  The last two weeks of the quarter were mad crazy! However, I think i handled them all pretty well. I think I clowned my finals even though I had them both on the same day back to back.  I also found out that a whole case against me got dismissed...like just completely dismissed...which was AMAZING.  Other Cool Things To Happen:  I listened to The Dream's Love VS. Money and I love it...and can honestly say The Dream is one of my favorite artists...sometimes you have to see what an artists longevity is going to be because you don't want to get your hopes to be let down...but Love vs. Money is hot and getting me extra crunk for SPRRRRIIING. Which I am more than ready for.  My Word of the Week will have to sum up the last two weeks a little bit more elegantly but for now this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-1045959715319887664?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1045959715319887664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1045959715319887664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1045959715319887664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1045959715319887664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-timewe-shouldnt-left-you.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Been A Long Time...We Shouldn&apos;t Left You Without A Dope Beat to Step To&quot;  - Timbaland'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1731347643947215192</id><published>2009-03-07T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:22:50.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>Don't Know How I Fell In It...So I'm Not Sure How I'm Going to Fall Out of It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Good music.........Enjoy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;J.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MakqqIZs8b/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=9966ff&amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MakqqIZs8b/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=9966ff&amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#9966ffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=MakqqIZs8b" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=MakqqIZs8b" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=MakqqIZs8b" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=MakqqIZs8b" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/MakqqIZs8b/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic15/music/gCGJLC8J/robin-thicke-complicated/"&gt;Complicated - Robin Thicke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-1731347643947215192?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1731347643947215192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1731347643947215192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1731347643947215192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1731347643947215192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-how-i-fell-in-itso-im-not.html' title='Don&apos;t Know How I Fell In It...So I&apos;m Not Sure How I&apos;m Going to Fall Out of It...'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-2540654361232888881</id><published>2009-03-04T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:00:39.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"It's like a house arrest in love..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venus is in retrograde for like the next six weeks. (sidenote: I don't get into horoscopes that much but I do get into them...if that makes sense...)  Which means that it is a "time for romantic reruns and replays."  Reading the article on what it Venus in retrograde mean made me a little salty but it was insightful.  Insightful enough that I wanted to share it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.D.K....read the article though it's pretty cool.  May explain why you've been feeling a certain way lately....It definitely did that with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://horoscopes.aol.com/astrology/venus-retrograde-romantic-returns"&gt;"...I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times..." - Rita Rudner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the quote for the article about Venus in retrograde.  Holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;br /&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-2540654361232888881?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/2540654361232888881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=2540654361232888881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2540654361232888881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2540654361232888881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-like-house-arrest-in-love.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s like a house arrest in love...&quot;'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6239420162806399649</id><published>2009-03-04T20:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:22:51.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"...Makes You Homesick for A Place You've Never Been..." N.Wells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Good music makes you homesick for a place you've never been." N. Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is truly one of the songs that personify that quote. This song is so poetic and sweet to me.   this song makes me feel all warm and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Meet Noel Gourdin***"The River"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HN0iZY7O-4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HN0iZY7O-4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-6239420162806399649?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6239420162806399649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6239420162806399649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6239420162806399649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6239420162806399649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/makes-you-homesick-for-place-youve.html' title='&quot;...Makes You Homesick for A Place You&apos;ve Never Been...&quot; N.Wells'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-5127564159881944187</id><published>2009-03-02T00:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:21:33.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout out'/><title type='text'>"Young cat! If you keep your eyes open enough, Oh, the stuff you will learn! The most wonderful stuff!" - Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/Sats3QBWBKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx7LXHotnBA/s1600-h/drseuss09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/Sats3QBWBKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx7LXHotnBA/s320/drseuss09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308456282235471010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world. It's more than just a matter of laughing. If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack." - Theodor Suess Geisel b.k.a Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Check out Google's salute to Mr. Seuss. ^ABOVE^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, The Places You'll Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Today is your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're off to Great Places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're off and away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You have brains in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You have feet in your shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can steer yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; any direction you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're on your own. And you know what you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And you may not find any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll want to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; In that case, of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll head straight out of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's opener there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; in the wide open air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Out there things can happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and frequently do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to people as brainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and footsy as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And then things start to happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't worry. Don't stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just go right along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll start happening too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll be on y our way up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll be seeing great sights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll join the high fliers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; who soar to high heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Except when you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because, sometimes, you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm sorry to say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; but, sadly, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; that Bang-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and Hang-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; can happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can get all hung up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; in a prickle-ly perch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And your gang will fly on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll be left in a Lurch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll come down from the Lurch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; with an unpleasant bump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the chances are, then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; that you'll be in a Slump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when you're in a Slump,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you're not in for much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Un-slumping yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is not easily done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; How much can you lose? How much can you win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or go around back and sneak in from behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can get so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; that you'll start in to race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Waiting Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...for people just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Waiting for a train to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or a bus to come, or a plane to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or the mail to come, or the rain to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or the waiting around for a Yes or No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or waiting for their hair to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Waiting for the fish to bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or waiting for the wind to fly a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or waiting around for Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or a pot to boil, or a Better Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's not for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Somehow you'll escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; all that waiting and staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll find the bright places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; where Boom Bands are playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; With banner flip-flapping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; once more you'll ride high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ready for anything under the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ready because you're that kind of a guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the magical things you can do with that ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; will make you the winning-est winner of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fame! You'll be as famous as famous can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Except when they don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because, sometimes they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm afraid that some times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll play lonely games too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Games you can't win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'cause you'll play against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; All Alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Whether you like it or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Alone will be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll be quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when you're alone, there's a very good chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are some, down the road between hither and yon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But on you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; though the weather be foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; On you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; though your enemies prowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; On you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; though the Hakken-Kraks howl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Onward up many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a frightening creek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; though your arms may get sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and your sneakers may leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; On and on you will hike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I know you'll hike far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and face up to your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; whatever they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll get mixed up, of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; as you already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll get mixed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; with many strange birds as you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So be sure when you step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Step with care and great tact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and remember that Life's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a Great Balancing Act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just never foget to be dexterous and deft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And never mix up your right foot with your left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And will you succeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes! You will, indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're off the Great Places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Today is your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your mountain is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So...get on your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-5127564159881944187?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/5127564159881944187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=5127564159881944187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5127564159881944187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5127564159881944187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-cat-if-you-keep-your-eyes-open.html' title='&quot;Young cat! 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The most wonderful stuff!&quot; - Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/Sats3QBWBKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kx7LXHotnBA/s72-c/drseuss09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3183841306429944309</id><published>2009-03-01T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:08:57.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of the week'/><title type='text'>Word of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adamantine - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1: made of or having the quality of &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/adamant"&gt;adamant&lt;/a&gt;  2: rigidly firm: &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/unyielding"&gt;unyielding&lt;/a&gt;   3: resembling the diamond in hardness or luster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week's word is brought to you by my analytical musings this past week.  Have you ever had the feeling that people were just waiting for you to crack, break, and/or fall?  And it's not to sound or look paranoid, like you're thinking that everyone is out to get you.  The paranoid are mentally weak, so I'm talking to those that are strong mentally, or at least understand the perspective of the mentally strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard, I feel, for people to live in the world today...I only know the battles I face and the things I go through on the daily so I always imagine about what another person may be going through at the same given time.  I think it's even harder to be not shaken from the foundation which you stand on comfortably in the world that we live in today.  There is always some test or some individual testing you. I feel like I've grown so much from the things I've gone through in this extra short life of mine (22 precious years...) that I've noticed how much does not get to me.  And the funniest thing to me is to watch people behave in a manner that they are expecting is going to have some effect on you.  It's is pure entertainment and it brings a little joy to my heart when I notice the mess and allow it to not affect me because it shows that I'm truly at a place in my life where no matter how the water is flowing I remain steadfast 'like a tree planted by the rivers of water.'   I don't think it was easy to get to that place and I think I have a little bit more to probably experience before I can securely say that that place is a permanent position for myself.  There are definitely still things that shake me up, but they just fail to remove me completely from my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn how to apply appropriate 'weight' to the situations and people in your life.  Because there are somethings and people who just shouldn't be given any sort of opportunity that they can affect your being.  If they get that opportunity, you have to believe that they are going to make the most of it because it what feeds their self esteem and self worth.  There are people in this world that only feel good because of the "failures" of the people around them and I think that is extremely sad.  That's why, like Katt Williams said, "we have to be in tuned with our star player."  You have to do whatever it takes to be unbreakable because there will always be someone in your life, most likely wearing the disguise of a 'friend,' waiting for someone to falter in order to feel better about their own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to possess adamantine qualities because it's important for making your way through this thing called life.  By showing that you are 'unbreakable' you help encourage another person to carry themselves in a similar manner.  'Life comes at you fast'....literally.   The only way you will make it through when the winds of change are fiercely blowing is to be unyielding.  Believe in yourself and your purpose...BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND YOUR PURPOSE.  If you don't believe, you will have a hard time convincing and getting other people to believe.  The ocean of life's waves will never cease their motions so the only thing you can do is grow to be strong enough to resist those waves.  Some waves that you encounter in life aren't meant to do much but pass through/by you.  Some people you meet in life aren't meant to do much but come in for a short period (when compared to the long run) and then leave just as swiftly as they came in.  Which is why one needs to be strong and unmovable because those kinds of waves/people could come through and cause you to falter when all they were meant to do is pass through without any interruptions to your life.  It's important to notice, recognize, and acknowledge these characters, or jokes as I commonly refer to them. Confrontation isn't always necessary. Don't let them take your shine, because at the end of the day the part they play in your overall purpose is minuscule.  Anybody that plays a major role in the overall picture of your life acknowledges and respects the strength you have and do things that only help to grow that strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world will get to you if you let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong for yourself and everyone else past, present, and future that needs to see an individual like yourself be strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper." Psalms 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&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/4500874840798492192-3183841306429944309?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3183841306429944309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3183841306429944309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3183841306429944309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3183841306429944309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-of-week.html' title='Word of the Week'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6905392038598852091</id><published>2009-03-01T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:55:34.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetness'/><title type='text'>It's AMAZING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Watch This First! For Real, don't even read the post if you don't have the 8 minutes and 20 seconds it takes to go through this whole CLIP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:vh1.com:345691" wmode="transparent" flashvars="configParams=%26id%3D1606020%26vid%3D345691%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Avh1.com%3A179697%26startUri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Avh1.com%3A345691" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="367" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/%20" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration=underline" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration=none" target="_blank"&gt;VH1 TV Shows&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/video/music.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration=underline" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration=none" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos &lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/photos/%20" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration=underline" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration=none" target="_blank"&gt;Celebrity Photos&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration=underline" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration=none" target="_blank"&gt;News &amp;amp; Gossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's AMAZING how people still front on Kanye.  There are people in this world that like Kanye West's music yet still fix their mouths to talk about they don't like how "cocky" he is.  I feel that anybody that likes Kanye's music should like the individual that Kanye West is because I feel that he puts so much of himself out there on every single one of his albums.  For real, go back and actually listen to the College Dropout and he basically introduces himself in an almost brutally honest kind of way.  He called himself an asshole ("why  you think me and Dame cool? we aaasssssholes" - "Get 'em High" ft Talib Kweli &amp;amp; Common) and even wraps about his love for the material things in "All Falls Down."  I had a friend once tell me that "people tell you who they really are. we just don't listen." and that is so true.  You love Kanye so allow yourself to be okay with someone that is confident enough with themselves that they can put themselves out there confidently.  Quit Frontin' or using his confidence as a scapegoat for your own insecurity.  I'm so over these Kanye Haters....Respect His Gangster.  It's okay to love yourself and feel yourself...just don't believe your own hype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But I wanted to write a post simply because I watched his episode of Storytellers on VH1 last night, and honestly I thoroughly enjoyed it.  The "Amazing" segment was my favorite part, which is why I included in this post.   He said he wanted to show us how he had grown through his music and he definitely did that. It was everything I needed to see...I effin' loved it and only wish that I could have been there to experience it live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;You know how damn near every kid has some musical artist that they grew up listening to because of their parents. I can promise and pretty damn near guarantee that for my children will come to know and love Kanye West at the tenderest of ages. Maybe his genius will inspire the genius in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;THIS IS IMPORTANT: IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE STORYTELLERS EPISODE....IT IS TO YOUR BENEFIT TO WATCH IT AND ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE INSPIRED.  It was AMAZING...but I do know how my opinion could seem biased...but if you don't watch it...it's your loss for reals.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/video/play.jhtml?id=1606020&amp;amp;vid=344724"&gt;Click Here to watch the full show...or at least most of the show...hopefully it'll be on sale on iTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-6905392038598852091?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6905392038598852091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6905392038598852091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6905392038598852091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6905392038598852091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s AMAZING....'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-5033815372102457411</id><published>2009-02-27T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:18:17.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and the troubles of the day" - Andre 3000 (OUTKAST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rCsrQNNiOK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rCsrQNNiOK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=rCsrQNNiOK" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=rCsrQNNiOK" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=rCsrQNNiOK" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=rCsrQNNiOK" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/rCsrQNNiOK/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jamiefoxxofficial/music/9BsDTkiO/jamie-foxx-blame-it-ft-t-pain/"&gt;Blame It ft. T-Pain - Jamie Foxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Can't Help It.  This is my song for the moment.  It's one of those songs that you know gets everyone hyped up and dancing on those good clubbin' nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one to get you right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rzDcMHelBn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rzDcMHelBn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=666666&amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#666666E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=rzDcMHelBn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=rzDcMHelBn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=rzDcMHelBn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=rzDcMHelBn" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/rzDcMHelBn/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/thedream/music/CL0adaMp/the-dream-rockin-that-thang/"&gt;Rockin That Thang - The-Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anybody that's every seen Dazed and Confused knows the part where that guy is in the back of the car riding around talking about what he wants to do with the rest of his life after high school and he says "I just wanna DANCE!!!" I love that part and I feel him completely.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh and I love dancing by myself, but when there's a guy dancing with me and the DJ is on point, the guy's ON POINT and I'm on point (as usual...lol...at least I try to be and if I'm not...blame it on ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol) then it's just theee BEST.  I love music but music is a hundred times more enjoyable when I'm grooving to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well, this was a random blurb.  Hope you enjoyed it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace and &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jessalaine&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/4500874840798492192-5033815372102457411?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/5033815372102457411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=5033815372102457411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5033815372102457411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5033815372102457411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-dj-sweatin-out-all-problems-and.html' title='&quot;while the DJ sweatin&apos; out all the problems and the troubles of the day&quot; - Andre 3000 (OUTKAST)'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6816878614682476565</id><published>2009-02-26T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:38:17.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;d be suprised to know'/><title type='text'>You'd Be Suprised To Know......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: This is another new reoccurring addition to my blog. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;--&gt; That I consider Jay-Z an inspirational rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Unplugged album is the reason I prefer live bands for rap concerts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Knock The Hustle gets me crunk and ready for LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you Can't Knock the Hustle.  Holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fOfr3y6OLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fOfr3y6OLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-6816878614682476565?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6816878614682476565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6816878614682476565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6816878614682476565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6816878614682476565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/youd-be-suprised-to-know.html' title='You&apos;d Be Suprised To Know......'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4255307709662919119</id><published>2009-02-25T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:42:59.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say what'/><title type='text'>Say What????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I'd rather have a stable head on my shoulders than a so so situation on my arms"&lt;br /&gt;-A.Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4255307709662919119?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4255307709662919119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4255307709662919119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4255307709662919119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4255307709662919119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-what_25.html' title='Say What????'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7941709386871953682</id><published>2009-02-25T15:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:30:49.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Embrace the Martian - Kid Cudi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SaWpKopbtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/kS_nZSeFQl0/s1600-h/485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SaWpKopbtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/kS_nZSeFQl0/s320/485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306833736100983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest everyone get hip.  Quickly.  You can get his mixtape &lt;a href="http://10deep.com/KIDCUDIMIXTAPE/"&gt;A Kid Named Cudi&lt;/a&gt; by clicking the link.  But hey I'll go ahead and embed the ish right now so you can taste it before you love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi is that ISH! Like for reals.  He's super duper cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;"Is there any loove in this world? Is there any loovee in this wooorrrld?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random but I was trying to post this freestyle he did but it didn't work. It was the whole reason for this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESEARCH: www.kidcudi.com = his website  www.kidcudi.com/news = blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/iw0DenkNMr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/iw0DenkNMr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just So You Know:  Man on the Moon = My favorite  The Prayer is a close second, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But I literally love this whole mixtape.  Like I fucks with Kid Cudi.  Pardon my language...but I.D.K how else to explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-7941709386871953682?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7941709386871953682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7941709386871953682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7941709386871953682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7941709386871953682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/embrace-martian-kid-cudi.html' title='Embrace the Martian - Kid Cudi'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SaWpKopbtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/kS_nZSeFQl0/s72-c/485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-8030911332801829047</id><published>2009-02-23T23:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:54:08.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>Musiq Soulchild Covering the Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a major sidetrack from doing homework for me.  However, I do not care since I have been looking at these statistics that this program spit out for at least an hour attempting to figure out how to interpret them.....anyways.....I was listening to Pandora while staring at the statistics and I heard this beautiful cover of one of my favorite Beatles songs...so beautiful that I think I like it better than the Beatles version..maybe.  It was just so pretty and it made me want to go get in my bed and let it rock me to sleeeeeppp. Either way, enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RNUBSc6SQL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=9966ff&amp;amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RNUBSc6SQL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=9966ff&amp;amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;amp;linkColor=330066" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=RNUBSc6SQL" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=RNUBSc6SQL" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=RNUBSc6SQL" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=RNUBSc6SQL" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/RNUBSc6SQL/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/0-1qR/music/Fhq8tHwn/musiq_something/"&gt;Something - Musiq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-8030911332801829047?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/8030911332801829047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=8030911332801829047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8030911332801829047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8030911332801829047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/musiq-soulchild-covering-beatles.html' title='Musiq Soulchild Covering the Beatles'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3096725776181484503</id><published>2009-02-22T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:36:51.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>Homesickness brought to me by Good Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good music makes you homesick for a place you've never been." -N. Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTHONY HAMILTON, "COMIN' FROM WHERE I'M FROM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnXKK6l3OwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnXKK6l3OwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-3096725776181484503?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3096725776181484503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3096725776181484503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3096725776181484503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3096725776181484503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/homesickness-brought-to-me-by-good.html' title='Homesickness brought to me by Good Music'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7345888049450824537</id><published>2009-02-22T19:09:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:05:45.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of the week'/><title type='text'>Word of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gratitude - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(n) the state of being grateful: &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/thankfulness"&gt;THANKFULNESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This week's word is brought to you by the sheer annoyance draped over what would be a rather cheerful disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lesson that I have truly learned the hard way as a student here at The Ohio State University is that "Misery Loves Company."  I can't think of how many times I've heard or had to be a part of conversations that were full of nothing but complaints.  I feel like I actually was willingly an attendee of these pity parties until I realized exactly what was happening.  During a conversation with my mama where I was breaking down a lot of the things that were going on around me during my Junior year, she said, "Jessalaine, the worst thing you can do for yourself is surround yourself with people that feel sorry for themselves." I definitely heard what she said but I definitely didn't change the group of people I was hanging around...at least not immediately.  I consider myself to be a very caring individual and I want to help out anyone that I can and I feel that I attempt that more often than not.  So I don't mind hearing about things that may be getting to people because maybe I can say some words of encouragement that will help them get past whatever is holding them down.  However, what can you do when you start sounding like a broken record?  I'm getting tired of running around the same territory (issues) in my own life, and I'm finding it hard to keep running around the same territory of those closest to me as well.  There is no progress in that and as I mentioned in a previous post, right now I'm only concerned with PROGRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I used to be a consenting attendee of these complaining sessions.  In some ways I think that I felt more relieved because at least I got to talk about what was weighing me down.  But at the end of the night when I laid my head down there were no solutions, only those same problems that I had been speaking about moments earlier floating around my head.  There was nothing proactive in these little pity parties that we were so comfortable in throwing for ourselves.  I feel that is what held me back so much this past year and a half of my life.  So once I realized what was going on....how I was so down about all the negative things flying around...I stopped and realized ALL THE GOOD that surrounded me too.  I decided to put my energy into the beauty and the blessings in my life.  That way when the negative pushed on me a little and maybe even knocked me down, I had put so much energy into the good &amp;amp; positive that the negative couldn't keep me down long and I could get back up and start working on changing the negative to positives...I could get past whatever was hurting me because I saw all the things around me and in my life that brought a smile to my face and encouraged me to keep it moving because there are more good things down your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm grateful for, makes me want to cry because I am that GRATEFUL.  I'm even grateful for all the great things that have already been preordained as mine but I have not been allowed to see yet.  I don't think a 'weight' should be assigned to individuals problems.  But I do know that in the last three months alone, I have gone through some stuff I never would imagine that I would have to go through.  I got arrested and I'm even facing a trial date now because they want me to plead to an act I know I did not commit.  This has been hanging over my head since the weekend before Christmas...literally hanging over my head, but I feel that I have not yet allowed it to break me.  I don't even give that situation the energy it wants because I know that GOD has brought me THIS FAR in life, through trials and tribulations and many blessings, and He isn't about to leave me now.  Throughout all of this crap coming at me...I'm still so grateful and happy to be alive and happy that I'm making moves to change the situations of those I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waste so much of our life being miserable and we are the only ones making ourselves miserable because we have the ultimate power to remove ourselves from these situations that cause us strife.  So many less than desirable situations came my way this week alone, but I didn't have to complain to anyone because every day I was reminded of the beauty that surrounded me and the great things that were in my life.  I'm so grateful for the things I'm grateful for because they give me an opportunity to reside in a place of joy.  I think when you find yourself getting down about a specific situation or situations, you should literally hit your brain's pause button and start counting all the things and reasons you have to be grateful.  If you need help, let the number one thing you're grateful for be that you were able to wake up that morning with full use of your body's capabilities...because some people don't get that luxury morning after morning.   Let it flow from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a commitment to be more grateful, because things could always be worse. Show some gratitude to the life that you have been given.  Because in the blink of any eye that life could be gone.  Show gratitude to the people, places, and things that your are thankful for...because they could be gone one day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to talk about the things that are getting to you with your friends because that is one of the things friends are for.  You feel relief once you've shared what you're going through with someone that will understand you.  However, only solutions and productive advice should be the result of those kinds of conversations.  However, if your friends aren't helping you overcome the situations you are bringing to them by being proactive and giving productive advice...then you probably should look into changing the friend or friends you go to with problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are shown appreciation (gratitude) they feel great about themselves or what they have done.  So allow yourself to feel great and show yourself some gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use our lives more wisely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thankful,&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-7345888049450824537?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7345888049450824537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7345888049450824537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7345888049450824537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7345888049450824537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-of-week_22.html' title='Word of The Week'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3950487569690612128</id><published>2009-02-21T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:27:49.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"Lauryn Hill Said Her Heart was in Zion......." - Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;"...I wish her heart still was in rhymin." - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Word." - ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SIDENOTE: I have a theory that every real female has an "ex-factor" type love at least ONCE in her life. It makes one stronger.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DF-07Zz7l5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DF-07Zz7l5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-3950487569690612128?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3950487569690612128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3950487569690612128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3950487569690612128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3950487569690612128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/lauryn-hill-said-her-heart-was-in-zion.html' title='&quot;Lauryn Hill Said Her Heart was in Zion.......&quot; - Kanye West'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7844026294090901572</id><published>2009-02-17T01:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:37:38.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random. good music'/><title type='text'>"I hope You're more like ANITA BAKER than Robin Givens" - Andre 3000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good Music makes your homesick for a place you've never been." N. Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must say that Anita Baker is one of the most powerful singers among the singers that I enjoy.  All of her songs remind me of the evenings my mom had to pick me up from high school because of one thing or another that I was involved in.  They always played her music during "the quiet storm" portion that the smooth jazz and r&amp;amp;b station played.  The memory is like characterized by feeling chilly but warm because of the heat coming from the vents in the car.  I think that is a perfect feeling for Anita Baker, because her music truly does make you feel warm on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go! Enjoy! REALLY...ENJOY THIS! It's a live performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKoKpYsTz9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKoKpYsTz9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-7844026294090901572?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7844026294090901572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7844026294090901572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7844026294090901572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7844026294090901572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-youre-more-like-anita-baker-than.html' title='&quot;I hope You&apos;re more like ANITA BAKER than Robin Givens&quot; - Andre 3000'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-2195968483329630759</id><published>2009-02-17T00:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:18:14.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Free Yourself From Mental Slavery" Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have you ever had one of the moments where you did something and the moment after you were just able to breathe a little better??  I just had one of the moments and it came from me deactivating my Facebook account.  I feel like it was just something that honestly helped strengthen all the chains and things binding up my thoughts.  I used this metaphor to describe why I wanted to remove some people from my friends list but in the end it helped me justify to myself why there was no time like the present to let go of facebook...here it is: "If a crack addict was trying to stop using crack and free themselves from their addiction, would they throw away all the drugs and disconnect from all their dealers but keep the crack pipe?"  Facebook was my 'crack pipe.'  It was the tool I used to feed my addiction(s) and now that I have officially thrown away my 'crack pipe' I feel like I can truly move on from everything that I was trying so hard to just keep myself and my thoughts away from.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just think it's important that we do free ourselves from those things that just seem to engulf us..those things that we feel are, or have determined to be, negative.  I am my own worst critic and you wouldn't believe the things I beat myself up over.  Instead of just walking away and learning from my mistakes, I just revisit the situations in my mind and beat myself up a little better than the time before.  There is no progress in that and at this point in my life I'm interested only in PROGRESS.  I'm desperate to move on past undergraduate and get into the world and start putting things into motion that will help me fulfill my overall purpose on this earth.  It's good that I self-evaluate but I shouldn't beat myself up.  I should self-evaluate for learning purposes only because re-evaluation doesn't get you anywhere closer back to the point in time your evaluating...it doesn't get you any closer to changing what has already occurred.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When your mind is being enslaved it adds a weight that you don't need added to the load you are already carrying.  You can have an open mind but if there are chains hanging from your mind, you are bound to get caught up on something.  So it just holds you up as you walk along your path.  It's unnecessary and once you take the action to free your mind, the effect of that freedom is almost immediate. It's literally like you can just breathe a little bit easier.  I find joy knowing that I will be breathing a little bit easier tonight when I lay my head down.  My Facebook just became something that I would never intended for it to be, so even though I was able to keep in touch with my close friends because I'm not a big talker on the phone, it still had parts that kept my mind stuck in the prison that I was allowing it to sit in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just think it was a step in a good direction.  I don't miss it.  I wonder if I start to but either way I know that it was definitely a step in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Really..."FREE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY, NONE BUT OURSELVES CAN FREE OUR MINDS!" -BOB MARLEY ....He was really onto something...he was onto a lot of things in my opinion and you can learn more than a few truths from the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Peace and Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-2195968483329630759?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/2195968483329630759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=2195968483329630759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2195968483329630759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2195968483329630759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-yourself-from-mental-slavery-bob.html' title='&quot;Free Yourself From Mental Slavery&quot; Bob Marley'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4346325595171846377</id><published>2009-02-15T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:38:12.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>"Good Music Makes You Homesick for a Place You've Never Been" --N. Wells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOTE:  I'm adding new reoccurring features to my blog.  Here is one of them.  You'll know which reoccur by the reoccurring titles, or variations of the same title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raphael Saadiq&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes" from album The Way I See It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4Q0e3xSXFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4Q0e3xSXFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4346325595171846377?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4346325595171846377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4346325595171846377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4346325595171846377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4346325595171846377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-music-makes-you-homesick-for-place.html' title='&quot;Good Music Makes You Homesick for a Place You&apos;ve Never Been&quot; --N. Wells'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6179098224469637701</id><published>2009-02-15T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:09:44.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of the week'/><title type='text'>Word of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note:  This is another reoccurring part of my blog.  It should be posted at some point during the week that the word is for.  However, this first one is being posted on the Sunday following the week the word is for.  (Hopefully that made sense to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WORD of THE WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;NEGLIGENCE - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;a: the quality or state of being &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/negligent"&gt;negligent&lt;/a&gt;  b: the failure to exercise the care that a reasonably prudent person would exercise in like circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;an act or instance of being negligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"There are no repercussions for their negligent lifestyle." - D.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word for this week is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEGLIGENCE.  &lt;/span&gt;Basically because I spent a lot of time discussing and observing the negligence that seems to be all over our world these days.  I'm by no means intending to judge any of the characters or situations that I may mention in this post because I have experienced many things it seems as a fault of my own negligence.   That said I think everyone is negligent or has been negligent more times than we all like to admit.  It takes a pretty conscious effort to not be negligent and one definitely has to be "in tune with their star player." &lt;br /&gt;...ALL I KNOW IS... that nothing good ever comes from being negligent.  For example, my own negligence landed me in an emergency room in so much pain.  And I am the one that will ride out each and every one of my sicknesses so for me to have to go to the emergency room was a low point.  The repercussions for my negligence even extended past the point when they released me because I had a serious come down off the drugs they gave me while I was in there as well as a arm that was EXTRA sore from the part of the visit that the nurse tried unsuccessfully to find a vein in my arm for an IV.  No one was responsible for my 'ailments' but my own self not taking care of myself.  All is well now but it really just sucked.  However, I encounter people all the time that have less than desirable effects from their negligent behavior and instead of holding their own negligence responsible they find the need to fault everyone or everything else.  I guess that only irritates me because one of my pet peeves is someone's irresponsibility that affects other individuals.  And more often than not a person's negligence has some direct and/or indirect effects on a person or people.  Sometimes we can see these effects and sometimes we can't, either way it is still so easy to walk away from or keeping walking past our negligent behavior...is it because we just don't care?  It just baffles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negligent behavior costs.  It costs people money, health, happiness...the list could go on...  And to  scare those that don't get my point just yet, Sexually Transmitted Diseases are a result of what? Negligent behavior on both sides of the equation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you engage in negligent behavior or decisions you should at least be responsible enough to cop to your own negligent behavior and not use a scapegoat or other lame excuse.  Negligence is not an excuse for any behavior or choices.  However, responsibility could probably cover all negligence.  If someone was to take responsibility for their own actions then whether they were being negligent or not doesn't really matter, it could all be chopped up to a person making a bad decision  which we all make at one point or another in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example:  &lt;a href="http://bossip.com/84101/ray-j-contestant-pregnant-with-ray-js-seed/#more-84101"&gt;Supposedly Ray J got one of his "For the Love of Ray J" contestants, Danger, preggers.&lt;/a&gt;    This is not only bad for Ray J ("better choose the right one, or pick, pick the kiddies up" - international players anthem, UGK &amp;amp; Outkast) but let's think about the child that will have to grow up knowing that he is a product of a reality show.  And not just any reality show, but one of the wildest ones ever to come to television.  He's going to have to see the show at some point in life.  I wonder what that is going to do to the child's psyche.  I mean he may fill that he has to be promiscuous like because that is what he clearly came from or he may be really embarrassed and develop all sorts of issues that will have lasting effects on his life and love. And the only repercussion that may come from this negligent decision is either Ray J dropping dollar dollar bills for child support which may not be an issue for him because he's famous and probably can drop that cash without too much resentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK....I just think that we as a society can be more careful and conscious about the decisions that we make.  The effects aren't always immediate and sometimes they are lasting when we chose to do things that aren't among our better options. I had a teacher in high school that dismissed us with the phrase, "Make good decisions." Let's make better decisions people.  We could all make an effort to acknowledge and be aware of the possible consequences that specific decisions will bring about.  I think it would better society in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just do better.  I mean, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post made some kind of sense...my brain is all over the place because of my present circumstance (to be the inspiration of some post to come I'm sure....).  Either way I hope you enjoyed my first Word of the Week...I'm thinking they'll probably only get better so Stay Tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-6179098224469637701?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6179098224469637701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6179098224469637701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6179098224469637701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6179098224469637701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-of-week.html' title='Word of The Week'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3353940481837331123</id><published>2009-02-11T21:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:03:30.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say what'/><title type='text'>Say What?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:large;"&gt;Note: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to start posting quotes and such to my blog that I really like or find interesting or just want to put on my blog. Saaaaaay WHAAATTTTT???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessalaine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."  ~J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;^^I have found a number of people in my social circle that at the end of the day, get on my last nerves.  I still like them it seems but it also seems that I can only handle them in doses.  Overall, it tickles me as well at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cease trying to forgive those who wronged you.  Aim to kill the self within, not until then will you find there is nothing that even remembers the injury"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;^^This quote somes up a message I received around New Years Eve and it was truly the best advice I had gotten in taking steps in the right direction.  Holding grudges and resentment only affects (or at least disproportionately affects) the holder.  You have to free yourself and breathe again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-3353940481837331123?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3353940481837331123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3353940481837331123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3353940481837331123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3353940481837331123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-what.html' title='Say What?????'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4719371702106358385</id><published>2009-02-09T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:49:54.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high level hilarity'/><title type='text'>"Am I really a tiger??? I don't feel like a tiger...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I definitely think "It's Pimpin' Pimpin'" is my favorite Katt Williams stand-up.  He really hit on some good points, especially about haters and looking out for your **Star Player**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Watch the clip, It's a Free Laugh.  So why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVDqLKriDBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVDqLKriDBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4719371702106358385?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4719371702106358385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4719371702106358385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4719371702106358385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4719371702106358385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-really-tiger-i-dont-feel-like.html' title='&quot;Am I really a tiger??? I don&apos;t feel like a tiger....&quot;'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4530852072341970062</id><published>2009-02-05T14:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:45:36.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lupe fiasco'/><title type='text'>Fighters - Lupe Fiasco Ft. Matthew Santos from "The Cool"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gk9OlKMFOb8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gk9OlKMFOb8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I cannot lie, this is how I feel about life sometimes.  It's just a great song...but it's from Lupe so what should one expect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&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/4500874840798492192-4530852072341970062?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4530852072341970062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4530852072341970062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4530852072341970062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4530852072341970062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighters-lupe-fiasco-ft-matthew-santos.html' title='Fighters - Lupe Fiasco Ft. Matthew Santos from &quot;The Cool&quot;'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1489049494559359068</id><published>2009-02-04T23:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:00:59.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Solomon's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I read the Song of Solomon (a book in The Bible) yesterday and just thought it was beautiful...as beautiful as the spontaneous conversation that put me on to this book in The Bible.  The whole book is basically a love song that Solomon wrote to his Beloved.  This part that I really like is the Beloved's (Solomon's Number One) discussion of a dream she had, during one of the periods of separation that they experienced.  Here it goes in the New International Version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Song%20of%20Solomon%203%20;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;Song of Solomon 3:1-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17573" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; All night long on my bed&lt;br /&gt;      I looked for the one my heart loves;&lt;br /&gt;      I looked for him but did not find him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17574" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; I will get up now and go about the city,&lt;br /&gt;      through its streets and squares;&lt;br /&gt;      I will search for the one my heart loves.&lt;br /&gt;      So I looked for him but did not find him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17575" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; The watchmen found me&lt;br /&gt;      as they made their rounds in the city.&lt;br /&gt;      "Have you seen the one my heart loves?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17576" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Scarcely had I passed them&lt;br /&gt;      when I found the one my heart loves.&lt;br /&gt;      I held him and would not let him go&lt;br /&gt;      till I had brought him to my mother's house,&lt;br /&gt;      to the room of the one who conceived me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-17577" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you&lt;br /&gt;      by the gazelles and by the does of the field:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Do not arouse or awaken love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       until it so desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Real, this passage is so AMAZING to me...I think it's beautiful and poetic and speaks on the human Love that you can't really find a story about anywhere else in the Bible.  Song of Solomon might be one of my new favorite books in the Bible.  I read the Bible to learn, but learn how it can be applied or compared to a situation that I may be experiencing.  My Mom always said "There's nothing new under the sun."  So I figure, the Bible is probably the best guide to navigate through all the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Much Love, of course,&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: Right now, I'm listening to "Let's Get Lifted" by John Legend...and I think it's quite appropriate in relation to this post. and "Show You How" by The Killers followed....ha. Love that song...it's a great song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-1489049494559359068?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1489049494559359068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1489049494559359068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1489049494559359068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1489049494559359068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/solomons-song.html' title='Solomon&apos;s Song'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-2878132843032207036</id><published>2009-02-04T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:59:55.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high level hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure for the boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>"Are you OOOKKKAAAYY  Little Maan???"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Probably THEE Funniest Thing I've ever watched on television.  I kept this episode of VH1's greatest pranks on my DVR last year FOR THE LONGEST!! And it never fails each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEkx8bwr304&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEkx8bwr304&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-2878132843032207036?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/2878132843032207036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=2878132843032207036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2878132843032207036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2878132843032207036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-oookkkaaayy-little-maan.html' title='&quot;Are you OOOKKKAAAYY  Little Maan???&quot;'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4734369924376574285</id><published>2009-02-04T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:33:51.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure for the boredom'/><title type='text'>Respect HER Gangsttaaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estelle - Wait A Minute (Just A Touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xr0RFmHRQ1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xr0RFmHRQ1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;- Her outfit is EXTRA CUTE!  Like I want to wear something like that one day!  Who's her styyyylist?&lt;br /&gt;- this is a personal theme song.&lt;br /&gt;-Estelle is that CHICK!!!! For real, she definitely helps fill the void that Ms. Lauryn Hill left..you know when she peaced out on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-4734369924376574285?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4734369924376574285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4734369924376574285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4734369924376574285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4734369924376574285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/respect-her-gangsttaaaaaaaa.html' title='Respect HER Gangsttaaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3795315156204663951</id><published>2009-02-02T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:56:35.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>did i ever mention how much i  HEART Joss Stone.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;check out her albums.  yes...all of the albums, every song.  they're all good...sure some are better than most...but they're allllll gooooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here's a musical treat...this song motivates me for life (translation: motivates me for most anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlnnzVwSlL8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlnnzVwSlL8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5GLJWR89yA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5GLJWR89yA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlnnzVwSlL8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;CLICK HERE FOR  FULL ALBUM VERSION OF SONG ON YOUTUBE&lt;/span&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/4500874840798492192-3795315156204663951?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3795315156204663951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3795315156204663951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3795315156204663951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3795315156204663951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-i-ever-mention-how-much-i-heart.html' title='did i ever mention how much i  HEART Joss Stone.......'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1210222311445122231</id><published>2009-02-02T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:00:32.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Everyone Has Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One message that has been the loudest in my life over the last few months is that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;EVERYONE IS IN A BATTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  Some people have a "one battle load" though, I feel most carry a "two or more battle" load.  I feel though our own personal battles may seem greater than another person's...in reality they probably weigh the same.  Each battle is proportionate to the load that we can bear.  God (or your higher being) never puts more on us than we can bear...so any battle that we come to is probably going to be heavy enough to feel...it is going to test our strength.  It's going to stretch our strength to it's maximum, but the result is ALWAYS greater strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOOK AT IT THIS WAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you are trying to build muscle, we go to the gym.  We lift weights.  Lifting weights makes little tears in our muscles and stretches our muscle.  Our muscles recover, you know do their whole biological rebuilding thing, and in that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; process the result is a bigger muscle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;((Hopefully that makes sense....I promise I learned this in physiology in high school, and I got a 98% or better in that class both semesters...GOOGLE it if you don't believe me!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realizing everyone you encounter is fighting some battle that you may or may not never know about is really beneficial in building relationships with people.  It helps make you think twice about any lashing out that you would do because of your personal battle, because it just wouldn't be right, or make any sense, to add a petty issue to the load that someone else may be carrying or to your own personal load.  It's also great to find a person that you are comfortable discussing your battles with, in turn making them comfortable to share their battles with you. And before you know it, you are a building a small army to help conquer the battles you are facing or will face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IN OTHER WORDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOVE THY NEIGHBOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ---&gt; as hard as that may be sometimes, it's done as easy as it is said.  and it always comes back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-1210222311445122231?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1210222311445122231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1210222311445122231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1210222311445122231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1210222311445122231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-has-strength.html' title='Everyone Has Strength'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-5376049218875559091</id><published>2009-01-27T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:12:05.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insure your Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Watch your complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. Watch your connections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Watch your confessions.&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/4500874840798492192-5376049218875559091?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/5376049218875559091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=5376049218875559091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5376049218875559091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5376049218875559091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/01/insure-your-destiny.html' title='Insure your Destiny'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-108275425428812114</id><published>2009-01-27T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:14:07.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>WOWSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Security and time are the sexiest things that you can give to a woman." -Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bossip.com/76535/exclusive-pt-1-kanye-religion-is-like-branding/#more-76535"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;http://bossip.com/76535/exclusive-pt-1-kanye-religion-is-like-branding/#more-76535&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-108275425428812114?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/108275425428812114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=108275425428812114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/108275425428812114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/108275425428812114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/01/wowser.html' title='WOWSER'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7090338245152374143</id><published>2009-01-27T12:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:01:05.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hope Floats, Faith Grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Life is truly like a Slide Show. (INSERT "T.I ft. John Legend - Slide Show" HERE) Lately I've just started thinking about EVERYTHING I experienced in the past year.  Sometimes it just straight up exhausts my mind because in some situations I'm STILL trying to figure out where these experiences have left me.  I've been able to recognize some if not all lessons that maybe I was supposed to take out of those experiences.  Which is great because it's like I see a tell all snapshot of my 'self' and I'm able to acknowledge what I should change and what I should do the same if there is anything.  Because of the lessons I'm grateful beyond words for all the experiences.  However, I think it is safe to say that some things from the experiences still HAUNT me. And all I want is to get the conclusion that I need to no longer be haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I am optimistic that my deliverance will come...that I will get the conclusions I seek and that I will be better off...I'm not scared of what the conclusions may bring, just more anxious to reach those conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my faith grows.  And because of the way life treats me, its so hard for me understand how people go through everyday without any kind of faith.  I couldn't make it without my faith and I try and feed my faith whenever possible...so that it will grow, so that it will be more than enough to get me through whatever situation I may face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever, I get what they mean by hope floating.  I always considered myself a hopeful person...hopelessly hopeful for that matter.  In two situations that I carried around on my heart for the longest, I eventually lost the hope...buried the hope even.  I just figured each one was beyond repair.  It's like I got to the point that I felt that things could never be restored to the way that they were or the way they should be...so why not just 'blow it all up.'  I think that would have worked if I didn't care so effin much for the people involved in each situation.  So because I never stopped caring for them...it's like when I got back to Columbus...the scene of the crimes...eventually the hope started to creep back up to the surface.  So many people, places, and things take me back to the better times I experienced with them and so it's like now more than ever...in my heart I really want the record just to be set straight.  I'm not sitting here thinking that the relationships I shared with these folks will be restored...but I do think that they can have the conclusions that they need and these folks can know that I see and understand everything that I did wrong, the things that I did that probably hurt them and how truly sorry I am for that....because hurting them was the last thing that I wanted to do.  I always had good intentions...I just made bad decisions and didn't pay enough attention to maybe how my decisions would be perceived and absorbed by them.  Like I said, as I sit here and write this I'm not thinking that everything will be restored to the ways that they were...but I do have hope that it will make things better...for me, for them...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this weighs on my heart on top of the other things that my heart deals with daily.  How do I get through it?  I honestly just believe CONFIDENTLY that God didn't bring me THIS FAR to leave me...and everything I went through and that I'm going through is only happening because He said so.  Everyday my faith grows, everyday I see my hope float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-7090338245152374143?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7090338245152374143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7090338245152374143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7090338245152374143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7090338245152374143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-floats-faith-grows.html' title='Hope Floats, Faith Grows'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3420663149650279364</id><published>2009-01-23T15:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:58:21.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYI'/><title type='text'>Jess-E  f. BABY :) Please say the baby :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SXotUI8we_I/AAAAAAAAACo/I81yBPM14Xc/s1600-h/IMG00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SXotUI8we_I/AAAAAAAAACo/I81yBPM14Xc/s320/IMG00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294594135950392306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my new BFF, BABY.  She is an American Pit Bull Terrier...and I think she is beautiful...and from what I've seen so far...lots of other people think she's cute too. She was ten weeks when I got her, and took this picture.  Didn't know what I was going to call her for a minute, then I just kicked it with her and told her, "well I guess it's me and you baby..." then I got the clever idea to just name her Baby. You know like 'Weezy f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Baby' well with me and her its 'Jess E. f. Baby' and I think she likes her name a lot.  She's smart and bitchy...but she loves me and knows I'm the "HBIC" and we get along pretty well.  She's also a cuddler, which I love...I just wonder how it's going to work out once she gets full size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep the posts where I'm just writing about 'the cute thing that baby did.." to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I love this bia a lot...she gives me super company...and she loooveees me back! BFF!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SXouvMhjMqI/AAAAAAAAACw/e5e2rGb_7Ig/s1600-h/IMG00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SXouvMhjMqI/AAAAAAAAACw/e5e2rGb_7Ig/s320/IMG00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294595700278112930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            This is usually the face I wake up to every morning.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Nurture trumps nature. And pit bulls don't have an aggressive nature.  They are people pleasers and respond to humans actions/emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-3420663149650279364?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3420663149650279364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3420663149650279364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3420663149650279364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3420663149650279364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/01/jess-e-f-baby-please-say-baby.html' title='Jess-E  f. BABY :) Please say the baby :)'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SXotUI8we_I/AAAAAAAAACo/I81yBPM14Xc/s72-c/IMG00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1908601608978205338</id><published>2009-01-23T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:27:31.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so triflin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i feel really triflin for letting my blog be idle for so long.....for kinda good reason tho...i feel like i've been here, there, nowhere, and everywhere...all in the last month!!! so much has happened and while i could just right one long post on all that ish...it will be a lot more fun if i just let it roll out i guess over the course of this blaaahhg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!! i'm definitely excited for the '09...so far it's been pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4500874840798492192-1908601608978205338?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1908601608978205338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1908601608978205338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1908601608978205338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1908601608978205338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-triflin.html' title='so triflin...'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-908738669218446825</id><published>2008-12-19T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:44:38.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodling is fun and really helps time FLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvBXAmh6wI/AAAAAAAAACI/UpiI3x4vSyM/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281527589064796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvBXAmh6wI/AAAAAAAAACI/UpiI3x4vSyM/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4500874840798492192-908738669218446825?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/908738669218446825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=908738669218446825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/908738669218446825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/908738669218446825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/doodling-is-fun-and-really-helps-time.html' title='Doodling is fun and really helps time FLY!'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvBXAmh6wI/AAAAAAAAACI/UpiI3x4vSyM/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7079679639906060801</id><published>2008-12-19T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:17:05.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another quotable moment in mi vida...New Year Resolution :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names." ~John F. Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is my new year's resolution:  Work on loving unconditionally.  I love my family unconditionally.  However, this past year showed me how HARD it is to love the Family that I choose (my FRIENDS) Unconditionally.  So no matter what happens between friends and other loved ones within the next year and for the rest of my life, I want to still be able to say that I have love for them if something happens that comes to test or 'pause'/'terminate' a 'friendship'.  No more destroyed friendships basically, where things get so bad that the only option is to blow the mother-effer up. I want to respect the honest connections that brought us together in the first place.  People in your life are seasons, and I know and except that fact.  I just don't want the season's to pass drenched in negativity ANYMORE, because that will only create 'baggage' for me to carry into the next season I'm entering.  I'm going to keep the peace and keep the love.  Because truthfully, I do love many people that are in my life AND no longer in my life and if I was to pass away from this life, I would want all of them to know that...to know that I have nothing but love and well wishes in my heart for them and their lives. I'm going to make sure that my actions represent that from now on out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I've got to do better and I'm going to do better.  See you all at the TOP!!!!!!! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;jessalaine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-7079679639906060801?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7079679639906060801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7079679639906060801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7079679639906060801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7079679639906060801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-quotable-moment-in-mi-vidanew.html' title='another quotable moment in mi vida...New Year Resolution :)'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-2433168587529160808</id><published>2008-12-18T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:28:34.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>Follow up to last post, so folks don't get it CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;EVERYTHING IN MODERATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Also, WITH RESPECT FOR SELF AND OTHER(S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOL....HERE'S A VIDEO..I PUT 'ADDICTION' INTO YOUTUBE'S SEARCH AND ACTUALLY FOUND THIS VIDEO...COOLNESS/CRAZINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQrJA4eZCOY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x402061&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR ADDICTION??? Is it money, is it girls, is it weed" Kanye West, Addiction, Late Registration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-2433168587529160808?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/2433168587529160808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=2433168587529160808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2433168587529160808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/2433168587529160808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/follow-up-to-last-post-so-folks-dont.html' title='Follow up to last post, so folks don&apos;t get it CONFUSED'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7600484307678708042</id><published>2008-12-17T14:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:05:47.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high level hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>Choose internet over sex.......for real??? lol, wtf!?!?!</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO, I was reading CNN and I like to read the articles that have been emailed the most...you know since I'm not cool enough to be a part of the group of people that get it emailed to them...just kidding I do that because I have nothing better to do sometimes....but anyways, I saw the headline. "Survey: many would take internet over sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link. read it:   &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/12/15/internet.sex.survey/index.html?imw=Y&amp;amp;iref=mpstoryemail"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/12/15/internet.sex.survey/index.html?imw=Y&amp;amp;iref=mpstoryemail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, this is why people get divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the internet and all...but the internet ain't EVERYTHING. For real, I would definitely rather go back to life before the internet ruled the world before giving up a great thing that God intended for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love, of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.E&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-7600484307678708042?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7600484307678708042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7600484307678708042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7600484307678708042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7600484307678708042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/choose-internet-over-sexfor-real-lol.html' title='Choose internet over sex.......for real??? lol, wtf!?!?!'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7341937797705633845</id><published>2008-12-17T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:31:26.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do try not to get worked up about material things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUlC5QA2VXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Olw7HIY2mxw/s1600-h/sweet+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280825589387122034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUlC5QA2VXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Olw7HIY2mxw/s320/sweet+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbcicecream.com/blog/2008/12/16/palladium-cologne-germany/#more-4251"&gt;http://bbcicecream.com/blog/2008/12/16/palladium-cologne-germany/#more-4251&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I REALLY LOVE THIS SHIRT!!!! I saw it on N.E.R.D's blog (bbcicecream.com.blog)&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: check out their blog it's pretty cool. I mean I like it.  They tend to put up pics of all the cool things they get to see and do which I think is cool, when you're bored as fcuk in the midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Shirt.....It's classic, what makes it even better is it references on of my fave N.E.R.D songs, come on sing it with me..."doooo i reallly eveeeenn loooovveeee yoooouuuu???? or do i really loveee your......brraaaiiinnn" lmao. I know it's late for Christmas requests but if you love me and/or want me to be happy you could always go hunt them down in Europe break into their tour bus/hotel (I will not be responsible for your bail money) and just steal/borrow forever the shirt when no one's around...cuz I'm not sure where to get it...but for real though if and when it is released(if it hasn't been released yet and i'm just sloow) I'm really probably going to buy it...hopefully it will be after the 1st or 16th of the month lol (since my rent and sidekick bill will have been paid) because I'm a broke college student....I will deal with not being able to go out (or up, for that matter lol) because I'll have a frickin cool ass shirt....Hi Hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLLLY WANT THIS SHIRT LOL! LIKE WE ALL KNOW I LOVE LOVE LOVE MR. WEST BUT IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MEETING KANYE AND GETTING THIS SHIRT...I MIGHT HAVE TO PUT MY DREAM OF MEETING HOMIE ON HOLD...THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING...no offense, lol, j/k...but not really i don't think...i don't think that's mean as long as he never found out lol (how would he) so if I ever did meet him he won't be like, "this b*tch traded me for a t-shirt"......it's a sweet t-shirt tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was random i know, but i was surfing the net as usual and saw this shirt, and instead of talking to myself about how much i wanted this shirt, i wrote in this blog. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&amp;amp;muchLove&lt;br /&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-7341937797705633845?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7341937797705633845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7341937797705633845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7341937797705633845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7341937797705633845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-do-try-not-to-get-worked-up-about.html' title='I do try not to get worked up about material things.....'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUlC5QA2VXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Olw7HIY2mxw/s72-c/sweet+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1451797101247676546</id><published>2008-12-15T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:18:09.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See...John McCain is not a bad guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;The one thing that really got to me about the whole Presidential Election and the campaigning is that I really feel that this campaign season brought out the Best and thee Worst in people. It brought out the best by invigorating so many people, especially young adults. It got people who usually could care less about whether they vote or not to get an opinion and voice it at the poll. I think that happened on both sides of the fence (republican &amp;amp; democrat). However, it also brought out the worst. Think about how many heated debates you either had, heard about, or witnessed. Think of all the negative things and words you would see brought up about both candidates. It truly brought out the worst. I say that to say, I really liked John McCain prior to the presidential campaign. So it really got to me to see the Campaign John McCain, I think that the people he trusted that were close to him got Ugly and then that ugliness just swooped up John McCain almost whirlwind like. Now that the campaign is over I really like the John McCain I'm seeing. I watched his interview on "This Week" this past Sunday and I was really endeared to the man again. I don't know if it was the part of me that always wants to take up for the underdog but for real, I was pleased with what I saw. During the interview he said something that was REAL and HONEST and I appreciated it. It's basically the point of this blog, so hear it is (He was answering the question about how he got past losing the presidential race):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Get busy and move on. That's the best cure for it. I spent a period of time feeling sorry for myself. It's wonderful. It's one of the most enjoyable experiences that you can have. But the point is: You've got to m ove on...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speaking words of wisdom...let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&amp;amp;TooMuchLoveICan'tEvenHandleIt.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-1451797101247676546?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1451797101247676546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1451797101247676546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1451797101247676546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1451797101247676546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/seejohn-mccain-is-not-bad-guy.html' title='See...John McCain is not a bad guy'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7544999239961680671</id><published>2008-12-12T11:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:08:22.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetness'/><title type='text'>This used to be (and really still is..) my SHIIIITTTTTT, truth. truth. truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Words that still hold true today. ...Remember, music is more telling than logic. I remember riding around in my lil camaro bumping this song after school, riding home at nights just singing this ish at the toooppp of my lungs. (by myself...because I had a CURFEW...i def. pushed the envelope as much I could w/ the curfew but still was ALWAYS the first to PEACE out, lol) I really felt it, I still do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Iia5lTi0TM&amp;amp;hl=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x402061&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;SIDENOTE: The official Video for this song is tyyyyyyte. I first heard about this song via TRL, back when Music Videos ruled the world and it was one of the main ways peeps heard about music, check it out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8NDQls3_kc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8NDQls3_kc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Here are the lyrics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/shit-on-the-radio-lyrics-nelly-furtado.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.metrolyrics.com/shit-on-the-radio-lyrics-nelly-furtado.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Because the words, are what I'm truly in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Disclaimer: It was a fan that wrote these lyrics out I'm sure, everyone's ear is different, so if you prefer just watch the official video and listen for yourself loves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Dedication, ANG. However, I hope others hear these words...that I feel could be taken right out of my Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;:)&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/4500874840798492192-7544999239961680671?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7544999239961680671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7544999239961680671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7544999239961680671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7544999239961680671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-used-to-be-and-really-still-is-my.html' title='This used to be (and really still is..) my SHIIIITTTTTT, truth. truth. truth.'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-1852382937281350598</id><published>2008-12-12T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:12:17.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder.....</title><content type='html'>So I found this article on CNN.com...I literally laughed out loud at work when I read this from the story's highlights. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"About two pounds of potent cannabis found stashed in Gushi shaman's tomb"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt; LMAO at POTENT and that they said it was STASHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/12/11/ancient.cannabis/index.html?imw=Y&amp;amp;iref=mpstoryemail"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/12/11/ancient.cannabis/index.html?imw=Y&amp;amp;iref=mpstoryemail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On A Sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;They found two pounds of this marijuana. (TWO POUNDS!)  What are they/did they do with it.  Something tells me SOMEBODY took some!  I hope they don't destroy it...That would be really inhumane.  I do think that marijuana will be legalized for medicinal purposes all over the country at some point in the not so far future...so they should hold onto it....for research purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read The Article.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Do Drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-1852382937281350598?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/1852382937281350598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=1852382937281350598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1852382937281350598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/1852382937281350598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder.....'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6974533016908437419</id><published>2008-12-08T11:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:11:31.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/ST1GbCXGxUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ycSBKil9C2k/s1600-h/nail+polish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277451768652285250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/ST1GbCXGxUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ycSBKil9C2k/s320/nail+polish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sooooo, I told myself I was going to retire the bright nail polish once fall and winter seriously rolled around...I think I did an okay job of only selecting 'bold' colors for awhile...but I couldn't resist.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painting my nails is really something that I seriously enjoy. I should mention I enjoy chipping the nail polish as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took this pic after I was done with the painting and such...and since I'm bored at work i decided to post it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j.e.l&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/4500874840798492192-6974533016908437419?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6974533016908437419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6974533016908437419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6974533016908437419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6974533016908437419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-rules.html' title='breaking rules'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/ST1GbCXGxUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ycSBKil9C2k/s72-c/nail+polish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-5357367528963212958</id><published>2008-12-08T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:16:55.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop really is SWWEEETTTT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to thank a wonderful Cuban-Bolivian Beauty for creating this picture....giving me and many others a GREAT LAUGH! This is honestly THEEE BEST PIC EVER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277422962488287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/ST0sOTCan5I/AAAAAAAAABo/2TbL_Zzl02o/s320/black+president.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote: I think there are one too many pictures of me floating around this world with my mouth OPEN! I need to work on that...maybe I'll just turn into one of those SUPER-POSERS...you know the folks that strike a pose the minute they see a camera pointed anywhere in their direction..........................................................................womp womp.&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/4500874840798492192-5357367528963212958?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/5357367528963212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=5357367528963212958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5357367528963212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5357367528963212958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/photoshop-really-is-swweeetttt.html' title='Photoshop really is SWWEEETTTT!'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/ST0sOTCan5I/AAAAAAAAABo/2TbL_Zzl02o/s72-c/black+president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3484745229720424315</id><published>2008-12-05T14:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:33:19.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Respect Love, How can You Expect Love to Respect You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;In a past conversation with a great friend, we were talking about the state of some things going on around and within us and I just said, "You can't expect love to respect you, if you don't respect love." And it wasn't until after the last word had come out of my mouth that I realized exactly how profound the statement was. I feel it was so deep and sincere that I had set a new standard for my life just by speaking the words. After that conversation, I really did evaluate the statement I had made and elaborated on it in my mind. I want to make sure I understood what I was saying to make sure that I hold my own self accountable in/with Love and other matters of the heart. Also,I felt that I should have what I meant by the statement in reference somewhere in my mind should I need to explain it at some time. This entry is one of those times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I really put Love on a high pedastal. Just because I truly believe that it conquers all. I wrote awhile ago about how God is Love. God can fix anything, therefore Love can fix anything. I don't just believe in the Power of Love because it sounds good...I've seen for myself and experienced for myself what Love can fix and do. I feel like when a person is in love they are fragile, whether they want to be or not..whether they want to be or not. A person is fragile because of the power that love possesses. Think of the crazy things you have done or seen done for love. Think of how broken you have been or how broken someone close to you has been over love. Think of all the crimes of passion that make it on the news, simply because someone couldn't live without someone's love, or they couldn't handle the thought/reality that someone they love is loving someone else (I feel this is more the exception, than the rule). That is how powerful Love is...it makes you do thinks you think you could never do and you feel ways that you never felt before and experience a feeling that doesn't exist outside of the Love you're feeling. Love is so powerful that it can also hurt you in a way that you may feel at the time is incurable. However, I do not feel that Love's intentions are to birth pain. I feel that Love in the wrong hands and Misplaced Love bring hurt and from there only a Greater Love can cure that hurt. I hope you feel me when I say that Love is powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;We are socialized to respect those that are in positions of power. Think about it...as a society we really do respect and place on a 'throne' those that are powerful and effective at showcasing that power. So I just wonder why we as people can't seem to grasp the fact that Love has to be respected. Especially if you are to REAP WHAT YOU SOW (Sidenote: Karma is Real. You Better Believe That Buddy.) I feel that if you take advantage and misuse Love then you can't expect for the Real Love that you give to someone at some point to be honored. Because Love has already identified you as someone that is going to treat her wrong and disgrace her name. A person in that situation is going to have to work EXTRA HARD, once they're really in Love just to prove themselves worthy. Naturally it shouldn't be hard for an individual to prove that they are worthy of love because we were made to love and be loved. However, we reap what we sow...so if you sow shit, you will get shit. If you cause someone pain under the umbrella of Love then you should expect nothing less at some point to feel the same pain that you caused someone else to feel. That's not because of any kind of vengenance but how can you really understand Love if you don't understand that other side of it as well...it's necessary to make you a better lover, someone worthy of Love you're seeking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I think what I mean by respecting Love is pretty simple and it's not much to ask for from people. It just means being the BEST PERSON that YOU CAN BE! There is no sweeping standard because circumstances vary with every situation. If you want some examples: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;-Don't Cheat, Don't Cheat, Don't Cheat. Ladies and Gents...I think when people cheat on someone they are really disrespecting love because they are only thinking about themselves. No matter how you slice it. For me there are no excuses for that B.S...because I would rather get over the hurt of breaking up and realizing that it wasn't a love that was meant to be, then to have to get over someone cheating on me and finding out 1. I'm a damn fool and 2. that person didn't give two shits about me. (I'm not judging those that like to dip out on their significant others...because Do You....but I'm just saying Karma is Real...and it could come back at you with the strength of a thousand pains...when you least expect it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;-Be Honest. Be honest with yourself and the one that is loving you. Should the time come that you're love isn't what it was with someone, you should let them know because you love them (or at some point had love for them). The truth hurts, but nothing like a lie. I believe that Love will show the person that the Love wasn't the right one, just as It had showed you that it wasn't right. If you're honest, you make sure that Love will come back around to you truthfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;-Don't confuse respecting love with the reciprocation of love. You can respect love without reciprocating it when you find yourself in these kinds of situations. What you don't do is lead the person that is loving you on to believe that there is mutual feelings or even the chance for mutual feelings in the future. You shouldn't feel bad if the feelings someone has for you doesn't match the feelings you have, because that person is just travelling down the road that is going to lead them to their One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;-Keep it Real. Basically, don't call a pile of shit a dozen roses. If you are just talking to someone, tell them. If you're just screwing, tell them (or at least be CLEAR in all your actions, and don't confuse clear with smooth). My Mama, (whom I love more than my own self because she keeps it real with me to make sure I become the Best Woman that I can be) told me once, "Jessica, sex with someone you don't love is just getting the monkey off your back." Those truly are words of wisdom and it is so true. Outside of the moral conviction the Church put in me, I don't think that a person should feel bad about just having sex. Sometimes you just need to get 'the monkey off your back.' Don't read that as me saying that you should be out screwing a different person every week, or worse every night. You're body is a temple and you should be careful of whom you let enter it. If you just let anybody kick it at the temple, the property value goes down. At least in my books...once again no judgement passing those that like lots of visitors in or at their Temple...I'm just saying I wouldn't buy it and that's because I judge myself by the same, if not harsher, standards. Don't let the belief that just having sex with someone is a bad thing lead you to mislead someone. Keep it Real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;To just put it simply I really feel that you should always have good intentions when dealing and interacting with other people. That isn't hard because if you can't find any good intentions to apply towards someone that's a good sign that person is someone that you don't need in your life, so just take the hint and keep it moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;This post isn't me judging anyone, so please do not take it as that. I take the Commandment, Thou Shalt Not Judge, seriously. I don't do it, less I be judged by the same standards. I only judge myself and that works for me, because I want to be the Best Person that I Can Be. This is merely my opinion. If this post 'stings you' or 'pokes at you' in any manner, it really wasn't my intention, but I will say that if it is moving you in some kind of way maybe take a second to reflect on the person that you are or the person that you may be presenting to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Also, this post wasn't brought to you by a 'woman's scorn.' This is just my perspective, based on what I've seen or experienced in this short life of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;**Hopefully this entry does justice to the point I was trying to get across. I'm at work and all over the place, plus my head is hurting a little bit...still recovering from THEE ABSOLUTE WORST headache I had last night that kept me up forever....booo to that ish.***&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/4500874840798492192-3484745229720424315?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3484745229720424315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3484745229720424315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3484745229720424315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3484745229720424315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-dont-respect-love-how-can-you.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Respect Love, How can You Expect Love to Respect You?'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-3787281324877910497</id><published>2008-12-03T19:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:52:36.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>SIDENOTE, simply brought to you by procrastination, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let inspiration take the place of aspiration. All unemployment would cease. I always have plenty of work to be done and always pay My workpeople well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Two Listeners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was my iGoogle homepage's Reminder From God.  Haha, it made me not feel so guilty about writing in my blog instead of these papes (that's not a typo, i'm referring to my papers as pApes...lol, "street" terms applied to my hustle, college) that I need to be writing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-3787281324877910497?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/3787281324877910497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=3787281324877910497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3787281324877910497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/3787281324877910497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/sidenote-simply-brought-to-you-by.html' title='SIDENOTE, simply brought to you by procrastination, lol'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-640206481059315188</id><published>2008-12-03T19:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:45:01.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high level hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>just wondering....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm just wondering if anybody else's iTunes, when your whole music library is on shuffle, seems to just play ALL THE RIGHT SONGS?!?!???  because mine does so more often than not. and i remember when i had like DA BOMB music library, before my hard drive decided to crash, and it would just be on point like, every single time. Now because I'm slowly but surely rebuilding my music library to the status it was once at, it happens less frequently but it's always at the right times.  For real.  Maybe I'm crazy and obsessed with music in a very unhealthy way, but I swear this happens.   I got this matchbook that has like a music truism on the inside and it says, "that music is more telling than logic." and I just think that is so true.  (SIDENOTE/ANOTHER BLOG ENTRY: That's why I think God truly has his hands on the music industry....because music can just reveal things to you sometimes...I'm talking all genres gospel/christian and secular)  Bob Marley said, that "when music hits, you feel no pain" and it goes along with that. Music is just the ish and I'm so thankful that it moves me the way it does.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm listening to "Live Your Life," you know by T.I. and Rihanna, and I promise I love T.I. verses on this song but RIHANNA KIIIILLLLLLLLLLS IIITTTTTT! Like if I hear this song at the club at the right (or possibly wrong...depending on how the situation would end...) moment...once it get's to RIHANNA's part I'm wyyyyllllinnn. For Reals, that part is my JAM! Like so quotable that I don't even like to quote it because it's special, lol.   I told you...I might be obsessed with music.  But, who cares? Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;By the way this moment was brought to you by:&lt;br /&gt;-Joss Stone "Put Your Hands On Me"&lt;br /&gt;-Usher ft. Jay-Z "Best Thing"  (I couldn't give a f*ck, how could I give a finger?  - Jay-Z. WORD!)&lt;br /&gt;-Kid Cudi "Embrace the Martian"&lt;br /&gt;-Maroon 5 and Rihanna "If I Never See Your Face Again" *lol, had a pleasant moment w/ this song&lt;br /&gt;-Pharrell ft. Snoop Dogg "That Girl"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/t.i./track/live+your+life+%28feat.+rihanna%29"&gt;T.I. - Live Your Life (feat. Rihanna)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/graduation+day" title="'Kanye West - Graduation Day' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Kanye West - Graduation Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/pharrell+williams/track/raspy+shit" title="'Pharrell Williams - Raspy shit' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Pharrell Williams - Raspy shit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If you didn't realize this is the playlist that I listened before it was even a thought in my mind to blog up to the finishing of this post.  Meaning I started writing this part at the end of Raspy Shit Lol, because right now I'm listening to John Legend "This Time" though probs going to skip it because it's so deep and IDK i don't know if I want to gooooo THERE, you know that place only JOhn LEgend can get you, you konw....LIkE   LIFteD lol. yuppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Mucho Love as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jeeeeeesssssssssaaaaalaine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-640206481059315188?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/640206481059315188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=640206481059315188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/640206481059315188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/640206481059315188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-wondering.html' title='just wondering....'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-9106807894549702015</id><published>2008-12-03T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:05:34.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Follow Up to my Prop 8 inspired rant :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-9106807894549702015?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/9106807894549702015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=9106807894549702015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/9106807894549702015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/9106807894549702015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-follow-up-to-my-prop-inspired.html' title='Funny Follow Up to my Prop 8 inspired rant :p'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-7952236219757068915</id><published>2008-12-02T09:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:18:16.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>Literally...the stuff nightmares are made of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STVPHCHNTSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggY0r0yjxU8/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275209520779185442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STVPHCHNTSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggY0r0yjxU8/s320/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's like everytime I walk through this door and my brain just turns off. I prefer not to think between the four walls that this door is the entrance too. Ugh. I can't complain though because I do have a job and that is more than many, whom really need to be able to, can say. I'm just saying....there should be some kind of movement that revolutionizes office practices.&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/4500874840798492192-7952236219757068915?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/7952236219757068915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=7952236219757068915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7952236219757068915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/7952236219757068915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/literallythe-stuff-nightmares-are-made.html' title='Literally...the stuff nightmares are made of...'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STVPHCHNTSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ggY0r0yjxU8/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-176633721667733650</id><published>2008-12-01T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:59:17.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin This AHORITA......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEFINITELY A GOOD SONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRybz3xDS9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRybz3xDS9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kanye+west/track/tell+everybody+that+you+know+ft.+lil+wayne" title="'Kanye West - Tell Everybody that you Know ft. Lil' Wayne' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Kanye West - Tell Everybody that you Know ft. Lil' Wayne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&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/4500874840798492192-176633721667733650?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/176633721667733650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=176633721667733650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/176633721667733650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/176633721667733650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelin-this-ahorita.html' title='Feelin This AHORITA......'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-8724137594775169136</id><published>2008-12-01T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:32:46.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure for the boredom'/><title type='text'>tatuaje #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STRH3i2UIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x-AKblZUCd4/s1600-h/tatuaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920083130688034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STRH3i2UIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x-AKblZUCd4/s320/tatuaje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just thought this was a nice little piece of artwork that I could share.  Simple but nice...at least in my opinion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;((11.29.08))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"fuck '08, we thinkin' bout '09" - Kid Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sidenote: I will forever remain thankful for 2008! You taught me well and we had some GREAT times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the record: this tattoo does not represent that K.C quote!  I just added it...because thinking about the tattoo's meaning to me made me think of that quote yo. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEAAAACCCE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.E.&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/4500874840798492192-8724137594775169136?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/8724137594775169136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=8724137594775169136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8724137594775169136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8724137594775169136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/tatuaje-3.html' title='tatuaje #3'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STRH3i2UIiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x-AKblZUCd4/s72-c/tatuaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-8835327608429439821</id><published>2008-12-01T12:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:19:57.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><title type='text'>Extended weekend oddities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STQmKeKvKrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0NVRpedAgf0/s1600-h/explosive+materials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883024896338610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STQmKeKvKrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0NVRpedAgf0/s320/explosive+materials.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I went to the UPS Store one day during this little holiday break that past. And as I was waiting, I let my eyes wander and they landed upon this little sign. UPS does it's customers the favor of telling them ahead of time, so there is no need for the customer to ask, that they will not ship (EXPLOSIVE MATERIALS) . That literally made me Laugh Out Loud. It's nice to know that in this day and age, we are at the point where it actually has to be stated that shipping companies will not ship Explosive Materials. Madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STQo9vkKSlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOPV4kuoujI/s1600-h/needle+bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886104762960466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STQo9vkKSlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOPV4kuoujI/s320/needle+bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later that day, I went into a public restroom in a shopping mall where I'm from. When I washed my hands, I was suprised to notice that the dispenser shaped container on the wall was not for soap, but for disposing dirty/used needles. I was just amazed. I couldn't believe that I was seeing what I was seeing. I think what amazed me the most is that the administration of the mall I was in really felt that there was a need for a needle disposal thingy in the public restroom. Like dirty needles are really that big of a problem for this mall?? This is the world we live in and I would just never expect this at a shopping mall! I mean I could picture one of these at a shady gas station or rest stop but not in a mall. Mad Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once again...Really what is the world coming to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are just a few of the WOW moments I had over this little break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;break&gt;I feel like I should mention that I went to my first strip club over the weekend. Being from Indiana and hearing all about the strip clubs in Atlanta from my people's that travelled South for school, made me a little skeptical to visit one of our local strip clubs. Mostly because I didn't want to see anyone I went to high school with up on nobody's pole doing their thug thizzle and I definitely didn't want to see garbage, period, on a pole. So I FINALLY decided to go, after pre-gaming like only me and my love know how to do it seems, and went to the strip club. Looking phenomenal I might add. Made it to the strip club which was unimpressive from the outside, but quite the opposite on the inside. I must say I was thoroughly impressed with these women. LMAO. These chicks really really really really work hard for their money and I can't knock them (I don't think I ever have.) I know people like to hate on the sssstttrrrippppaass but really they are just HATING. These women's pockets (at least the ones at this particular strip club I visited) are probably on the fat side and I would hate to if I wasn't dedicated to my own hustle. Shit I was damn near inspired at this strip club! I think everyone should go to a strip club at least once and another time with your boo...because if you pick the right club, it's guranteed to be a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/break&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sillllly. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessssalaine&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/4500874840798492192-8835327608429439821?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/8835327608429439821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=8835327608429439821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8835327608429439821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8835327608429439821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/12/extended-weekend-oddities.html' title='Extended weekend oddities'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/STQmKeKvKrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0NVRpedAgf0/s72-c/explosive+materials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-5891641911263458295</id><published>2008-11-26T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:34:58.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Be THANKFUL for the Life You Have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I'm sitting here bored at work doing nothing...wishing that time would do a line of coke and speed the Heck up! (Sidenote: Don't do DRUGS!, crack is whack, coke is a joke...I prefer to Live Above the Infuence, lol and that's all that I advocate.) Even though I get off at noon today I still wish that time would progress as smoothly as it does on the days that I feel all bogged down but whatever, it's all good, sitting here made me start thinking about this upcoming trip to Detroit my familia is taking for Thanksgiving and it made me think of Thanksgiving and what I'm thankful for and about the holidays and how the holidays are always like times of reflection for people, at least to those that reflect. (I'm so not going to assume that everyone 'reflects' because my experience has shown me that some do not evaluate or self-evaluate, that's another post for real.) I just started thinking about all the things I'm grateful for and some of the things that popped in my head were just hilarious, so I decided to come here and list them...I mean it's not like I have anything bettter to do, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I'M THANKFUL FOR.... (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Fingernail polish. Painting my nails grew to be a very calming, therapuetic occasion in my life. It helped to reduce the nail biting (though I do enjoy chipping the nail polish off when it's at the end of it's run) and it was fun to watch the nails grow. Progress in a beautiful cool form. If it weren't for all the cool fingernail polishes I was able to find, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy taking moments to myself and painting my nails. So yes, I really am thankful for nail polish, it makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-My Goodness, My Family. I loooooove my family. They all crack me up like no one can, love me like only they can, and support me in a way that is incomparable to the other support I receive in my life (except G-O-D's of course). I'm thankful for that foundation. This includes my ENTIRE family, not just the immediate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-The World Wide Web. Without it, I would be sitting here staring at wooden panel walls and pictures of people that look like they could be fake. The internet is cool, you can find out so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Nature, oh sweet Nature. I'm thankful for nature, not so much the outdoors part of it all (meaning less than desirable weather conditions, bugs, birds, etc), but definitely the NATURAL part of it all. This Earth grows so much Great stuff that really shows us that God really wants us to be happy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-My Homies. I'm so thankful for the friends that I rank as HOMIES. No need to list them, because those that are homies have no question about their status w/ me. I love the laughs, the good times, the memories, the support! Homies are the Family I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Music, duh. Of course. Music gets me through many many many many situations. Work, stress, workouts, walking, drifting, all sorts of moments are made so much better with music. I love my Music like it's MY Music...Music is Fun, it can be real, I just love it, always seems to make me want to dance, even if it is a two step....lol. Plus without music, there would be no concerts, which I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Facebook. I really do have a love/hate relationship with Facebook but overall it never fails in giving me that Good Laugh when I least expect it. Fbook can be downright annoying sometimes but honestly sometimes it's just the click of a button, and the reading of a few words, and it's like I'll literally laugh out loud. Facebook is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Carmex. It really is my best friend throughout winter. Without it my lips tend to hurt really bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Boys, in general. You bring the entertainment, the comedy to my life. They usually always crack me up. Whether I'm laughing with them or at them it's always a good time. Either way they usually bring a smile to my face, so I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Sidekicks. Sidekicks are cool, I really do love my Sidekick I can do quite a bit with it, though it doesn't have a touch screen, it is efficient (when the network isn't messing up) and I like that. I love texting, and this phone is clutch for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Colors. I really like them, I think they're cool especially when they are organized on to items in an eye-catching fashionable manner. I just like colors. My family tells me I'm colorful...because I like color so much and I chose to express it in my dress, accessories, and nail polish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Blankets. Because I'm quite sure it's impossible for me to sleep without one. Even if I get hot, I get from under it, but keep it close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Faith &amp;amp; Hope. Without those two things I don't think I would have made it through this year. I found them to be the answers to my most troublesome questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Chuck Taylors. I think they're cool, and they come in cool colors and designs sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Skinny Jeans. Because they're hot, and they help show off my za-pa-tos (spoken how it's seen, but the word is zapatos, or shoes in english) Plus I spent majority of my life dedicated to the flare jean so it's time I let another style shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-My Lost Ones. To the friends I 'lost' (Lost as in gone forever or that may prove to be just lost for awhile...only time will tell) I truly am thankful because each one's journey through my life taught me so much about this life and myself and I can't see how I would have gotten to the really good place I'm at right now had I not had each experience. I am just thankful and I' happy and I wish everyone of the 'ones' the best for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-My J-O-B. Only because I'm chasing that paper though. Stack That Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-My future. Because like I said to my G.I.G back when we were graduating (Class of '05 stand up) "Our Future's So Bright, We Just Gotta Wear Shades!" the statement still holds true today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Turtles. Because they're cool and they gave me a great tattoo idea that I finally went and got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Auto-tone. Lol because it helped give us 808's and Heartbreak...and Chopped and Screwed ft. Ludacris. I'm being silly......but for real..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-The Creator. Because his Master Plan is so darn good that it is responsible for everything we see in front of us and everything that will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Of Course Barack and Michelle Obama. They're doing what many thought impossible not so many years ago ("I know it seems heaven sent/we ain't ready to see a Black President" -Tupac) They are redifining a culture and a society's overall predetermined expectations for a people. I love it and God Bless the President Elect of the United States of America, Barack Obama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-Indiana. Even though it was split down the middle thank you for going Blue. I'm proud to be a Hoosier, knowing that all ya'll aren't that bad and for refuting the long held belief that I and other people have held about you all being low key racist. &lt;--JOKE. Kind of. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-The Thanksgiving Holiday. Because that means I don't have to see the faces of the people I work with for a full four days. Wowser. Now that is something to shout about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;-Casual Fridays. It makes things a little bit easier in my mind when I can wear my chucks and hoodie into work, because they don't think the heat should be turned on for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;-My mind. Thought it gets sidetracked often, and my memory is not what it used to be. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;m thankful for my logic, as I've stated before, "I'm just married to my logic..." and honestly I don't see a divorce coming anytime soon. At least until I find something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's bout all I got for now...who knows I may update more throughout the day, who knows. Haha that's another thing I'm grateful for, FREE WILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PEAAAACCCEE and MUCH LOVE, and Happy Thanksgiving - spend time with ur Loved Ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-5891641911263458295?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/5891641911263458295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=5891641911263458295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5891641911263458295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/5891641911263458295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-thankful-for-life-you-have.html' title='Be THANKFUL for the Life You Have!'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-6979624442674214140</id><published>2008-11-24T23:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:33:50.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because'/><title type='text'>Dear Kanye West....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting ready to listen to 808's and Heartbreak....I decided to 'chilll' for a moment en el garaje, then I came inside, put my pjs on, hopped in bed, and just to make sure I was on point I listened to "Through The Wire" from the College Dropout, a song that me and the ladies heard on the way back from Columbus and when it was over we were all like, "man everything he said on this song was so true" and "this is why no matter what I'll be getting 808's and Heartbreak...'history in the making man'" Before that though I did listen to Rihanna ft. Jay-Z "Umbrella" b/c I don't know all I know musically I'm a FRIEND of Kanye West for Life...like that man is Touched and I think that those that don't feel him should just not speak on the issue...because those that do feel him FEEL him and really don't care what you all think :P (he who does not feel me, is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist, Vamos Son of A B*tch -Hov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the New York Times Review on the internet, it has some questionable parts that I didn't like but I did like at the end where it says,&lt;br /&gt;"No less a branding visionary than &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="More articles about 50 Cent." href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/0-9/50_cent/index.html?inline=nyt-per"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 Cent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, whom Mr. West last year famously outsold in head-to-head first-week record sales, has criticized Mr. West’s direction on this album, telling MTV, “I don’t think the public will forgive him for it.” (He added, “I think his album is T-Pain’s record, but I’d rather buy it from T-Pain.”) 50’s wrong on at least one count, though:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Mr. West’s fans aren’t loyal to form, they’re loyal to him.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: This reviewer could have ended his review with that but he had to tag on, "But Mr. West is testing that commitment. For all his self-scrutiny, he has never truly demanded emotional investment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I said musically I am a friend of Kanye West. We're supposed to be there for our friends when they have their moments. I remember telling my LOVE a brief overview of what people were saying about this album back in September and I just said, "Man, he's clearly just been through some things so I just gotta support him...no matter the sound" I basically think that if 'Mr. West' is testing his fans committment then he is about to pass with flying colors...as he always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the link to the review article, check it out yo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/25/arts/music/25kany.html?partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/25/arts/music/25kany.html?partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Idea: I definitely think that Kanye West and Fall Out Boy should do a mash-up album...either one of select songs from each of their careers or one of 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreak..mixed with one of FOB's albums (I'll wait to say which one would sound best until I hear FOB's new album......anxious for that one too.) I also thought it would be tight to hear Fall Out Boy cover all of 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreak...that would be hard. I might love it better than Jay-Z and Linkin Park's Collison Course...that is if it were to come about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To say the least, I really did LOVE 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreak, and I'm not just saying that because it's by Kanye West. It was definitely an album FOR Kanye that I really think he needed to make in order to get him to the Legendary, Iconic, Historical place/spot which his destiny commands that he occupies. I applaud him for taking this chance and putting himself out there when *he is/was/may still be vulnerable*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: I do not know Kanye West personally, So i can not speak to his state of mind but I just feel when you show your heart the way in which he has on 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreak you are bound to have experienced or experience some sort of vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I guess this was one of those fan type blogs...IDK it's late at night and I'm just drifting/typing/blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;COP THAT 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreak...at least do yourself a favor and sit and listen to it all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-6979624442674214140?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/6979624442674214140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=6979624442674214140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6979624442674214140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/6979624442674214140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-kanye-west.html' title='Dear Kanye West....'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4620615273568106767</id><published>2008-11-20T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:18:19.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetness'/><title type='text'>sweeetnesssss from mi dia</title><content type='html'>The internet is so cool and I honestly am not even that much into technology at all but I really think that the Internet was the BEST invention EVER....well next to electricity and only because without electricity there would be no internet.  I say that be.cause you can do so much stuff these days with the internet...like it's endless really. I have a class in a virtual world. Yes a class at The Ohio State University that meets in this place called Second Life (just google that ish...and you will be amazed..if you haven't already heard about it)  I don't necessarily like all that but I do like this blog and I do like my Gmail, my facebook, my myspace, google, bossip, kanye's blog, and i just got put on to imeem which I think I might like as well.  Saying alllll that to say that I really enjoy my iGoogle home page...from the theme all the way down to my add-on, "Reminders from God" which gave me this little token upon opening my browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;div id="excerpt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;All walls shall fall before you. Your faith and My power are the only two essentials. So if man’s petty opposition still holds, it is only because I choose to let it stand between you and what would be a mistake for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;   &lt;div linkout="" align="right"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bravelife.org/" target="_blank"&gt;--Two Listeners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to that all I could say is, "Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Another Note:&lt;br /&gt;I bought two books today, I remember in high school when I was stressed out I would go to the bookstore and buy books...I'm nerd and cool with it :)  Funny thing though when I got to college and life stressed me I bought clothes...so I guess that makes me a Cool Nerd now...and I'm cool with that too.  (Sidenote: I should make more of an effort to alternate between books and clothes when I'm engaging in 'shop therapy/mind-freeing'....that way I don't overdose on the cool...only my fellow Lupe Lovers will understand the last half of that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought: The Definitive Guide to Stuff White People Like The Unique Taste of Millions and The Wisdom of The Ancient Greeks.  Mind stimulating kind of stuff....at least to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff White People Like will probably have me laughing for days and The Wisdom of the Ancient Greeks will add to my uhhhh.....'vocabulary' or 'collection of random quotes/advice/blah blah blah' I don't know what to call it but I already found some interesting thought provoking things in the book....which I'll drop later on because Procrastination has gotten the best of me one again and there is a paper I must tend to. And while I'm writing the paper I'm going to pretend to be paying attention in my online class that meets in Second Life.  Multi-tasking at it's...worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove&lt;br /&gt;Jessalaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4620615273568106767?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4620615273568106767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4620615273568106767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4620615273568106767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4620615273568106767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweeetnesssss-from-mi-dia.html' title='sweeetnesssss from mi dia'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4822619330053351264</id><published>2008-11-20T11:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:44:21.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>"And they'll know we are Christians by our Love, by our Love..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4xfMisqab8&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x402061&amp;amp;color2=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" border="1" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I am a little bit late on this Special Comment from Keith Olbermann (I believed it was aired on 11/10/08). I really do think this Special Comment is amazing because as he stated in the beginning he has no personal stake in the Proposition, but he eloquently talks about why he is dismayed about it and he effectively, in my opinion, compels other people to consider the reasons they are supporting it. I am not going to sum it up to much because I've already embedded it into this post, so watch it if you haven't watched it yet. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you watch it????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO It.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok now we're ready for my 'two cents' on the issue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, I was raised Apostolic. It is very similar to Pentecostal, however, I would say a tad bit more strict. The church taught me that piercings, tattoos, makeup, sex (before marriage), rock n roll, girls should only wear skirts (not short ones), and of course that homosexuality is HUGE Heck NO. All this was laid upon me as a child in conjuction with the Christian principles that my Pastors and Parents taught me. I am very much so in Love with the Christian beliefs that live within my foundation. I truly believe without them I would be NOTHING. However, as I got older and my family's experience with the Apostolic church progressed I started to find little contradictions that made me really reject the rules and regulations that aren't created by God, as seen in the Bible, but are created based on some Man's interpretation of God's word. Thankfully, I was able to distinguish between God's Word and Will and a Man's Word and Will which only proved to bring me closer to God which is what all religions ultimate goal should be. (The ultimate goal being, bring followers closer to the supreme deity being worshipped by the respective religion.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is Love (see John 4:16). Those are three words that every Christian must understand I feel to really make the steps to living the righteous life that God has intended for us to live, or simply to just be a Good Christian. We are all supposed to be striving to be like God/Jesus and if that is the case then we must always respond in Love and let Love guide our actions. John 3:16 states that "God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." This scripture demonstrates the Love that God himself showed to a world that had yet to learn to honor, love, and fear him. In John 15:13 it says, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." you are able to see something on the Love that Jesus showed when he allowed his crucifixition. (Yes he allowed it, because Jesus did have a choice and it took him 33 years to understand and accept the choice he made.) Jesus had to die in order for anyone that came before or after him who believed in God to have everlasting life. He had to justify the love that God had showed to the world and the only way he could do that was through an act of love just as awesome. All of this love was shown with no regards to the amount of sin that was going on during the time period. Great acts of love despite less than desirable circumstances. And when all this was said and done God commanded that we should love one another as he has loved us (John 15:12).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;With all the Bible "quoting" (paraphrasing is probably a better word) that goes on to justify homophobia, I just presented three scriptures that flat out expose the ungodliness in the discrimination and hate shown towards homosexuals. We were not put on this earth to pass judgement on anyone (see the Ten Commandments). We are humans, born into a world of sin and unable to be perfect while on this Earth. However, God did create a straight and narrow path that we should follow in order to navigate this world. That path is depicted in the moral of the Crucifixition story. That path is Love. It is straight and narrow because how hard is it to Love someone that has done you wrong, or to love someone that you believe is doing wrong. It's hard but you know what Jesus, who walked the same Earth and encountered the same world as us, somehow was able to do it. Despite what he saw, what he heard, and how he was treated, he still laid down his life so that we would have a chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say all that to say this: First of all, we can not point the finger to condemn anybody. He who is without sin please cast the first stone at homosexual couples that are just trying to make the best out of the world they live in and marry the one they love like everyone else is able to. No sin is greater than another sin. So yes, you who cheats on your wife, you who chooses to steal, and lie, are just as much a sinner as someone who chooses to have sex/love someone of the same sex. We will all be judged accordingly to our OWN WORKS on this Earth so what concern is it to anybody what works someone else will be judged upon? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second of all, we are supposed to hate the sin but love the sinner. As Christians we should not be taking any steps that discriminate against another human being. We can say well it's to keep the world "pure" or whatever, but this world is not our home and it will one day perish, we need to stop trying to create Heaven on Earth because that cannot exist. So what happens in this world that is unlike God should just be of no concern to us. We are called to show our Christianly love to people in order to bring people closer to God. Showing hate, spewing hate, will not turn anyone into the God-fearing Christian you want them to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the world, christions, and other religious folk have sincerely messed up because they have become more concerned with condemnation instead of salvation. They are more concerned with passing judgements on people and saying what one individual can and can't do that they have forgotten that we are supposed to Love and that we are supposed to spread the message of God (God is Love...thus the message of Love) to everyone. As a matter of fact 1 John 4:8 states that "He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is Love." I just wish everyone that claims to be a Christian would remember what it really means to be a Christian and TRULY submerge yourself in God's word and develop a personal relationship with him so that the meaning of his words can be revealed to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDK....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just know that I'm not allowed to cast judgement. I know that I am supposed to love my neighbor. I know that God didn't send me here to stop sin because sin is an inevitable in this world. He did send me here to spread Love though and that's what I'm going to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allowing homosexual couples to get married will not hurt anyone! It will only hurt people's 'moral conscious.' And instead of responding with hate and restriction to something that you hold in your heart as wrong, why not show love and believe that the only thing that can conquer sin is God himself. If we as humans could do something, the Devil and sin would have been eliminated already. I know this because the Devil makes me MAD! And I honestly say God just give me one round and I'll take care of him, I'm sure a human bold enough would have emerged by now to conquer the thing that brings nothing but lies, destruction and deceit. God will deal with us sinners when we meet him. All I can do is share the Love and Word of God when I get the chance and hope that people are doing that with me so as we all stumble down this road called Life we make sure that we stay on the straight and narrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christians, Religious Folk: stop judging and condemning. start loving and teaching...and watch how many people you can bring to a place where they understand, appreciate and LOVE the Love of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4822619330053351264?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4822619330053351264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4822619330053351264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4822619330053351264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4822619330053351264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-theyll-know-we-are-christians-by.html' title='&quot;And they&apos;ll know we are Christians by our Love, by our Love...&quot;'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-8736979249016761401</id><published>2008-11-17T15:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:29:45.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Waxing Poetic....a humble attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Note: I never share my 'poetry.' I don't think I'm a poet with my words, rather I lace my prose with eloquence..or try to. However, there are those moments, where prose won't do and my pencil hits paper and produces a 'poem.' LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACK YO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;MuchLove&lt;br /&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For My Lost Ones&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I'm just letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;For Once Without Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I'd prefer to be a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Really need to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Forget the lies, Fuck the Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Fuck the Tries, Forget the tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Forget the truth...Truth forsaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Far too long, my eyes remained open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Building this burden, building this Burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Too scared to shut them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Still my eyes I can't condemn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Yet unsure of what's to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Love of the Game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The Images on Exhibition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;All just wasted convictions, that lead to no Conviction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;So to let go of the Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I released some of my Tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Never knew that to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I would have to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;For the memories lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Sold at an unfamiliar cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;And steady Pray on my mistakes stacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;For one chance to take 'em all back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Wonder what took so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Believing I had to stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Believed my eye had to be on the Prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Though it cared more about its Disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Still had to let go of my Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;To finally release the Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I had to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(c) j.e.l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-8736979249016761401?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/8736979249016761401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=8736979249016761401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8736979249016761401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8736979249016761401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/11/waxing-poetica-humble-attempt.html' title='Waxing Poetic....a humble attempt'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-8398855440662228490</id><published>2008-10-27T09:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:08:44.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>The Office, no not that office, this one's located in Hades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This might be my first official rant...and here is how it came about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First off, I am supposed to be at work at 8am...but today I arrived at around 7:30. I ride with my Dad to work since we work in the same area, and he had to be at his job at 7:30. Here's how a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; between us went down at around 7:25am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dad: (smiles at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: (in a grumpy tone) I don't want to be in that office at 7:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dad: Well go get some breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: I don't want to even be in the VICINITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So you can kind of see where my mind was at. Of course the sun wasn't up and by looking at the sky I'm sure one would not be able to tell whether it was 7:30pm or 7:30am. And personally, I think that is garbage. That is basically the first problem I have &lt;em&gt;con mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trabajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Why in the 'H.E.Double L' do we need to be in that darn office by 8:00am. This goes for any office in the world that opens at 8:00 in the morning.I think this cuts back on productivity ridiculously. Any morning I could walk in at 8:45 (late...) and the people in this joint haven't even started a lick of work. Someone is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (they're damn near thirty...but that's another issue), another is reading a hard back edition of some comic book series, while another is just remaining as clueless as she was the day she walked in here I'm sure. I always sit down at 'my' desk and ask myself, "What am I doing here?" and I try not to respond by getting up and walking out, returning to my bed, and coming in at a more respectable hour. That respectable hour being no earlier than 10:00am. To add to the frustration, I am just a temp in this office, hired and placed by an outside agency. The work I do in here ranges from comical to annoying. I was hired to do data entry (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;b/c&lt;/span&gt; my typing skills are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FIIIYA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), but they quickly found extra stuff for me to do by looking at their tasks (which I'm quite sure THEY get paid serious cash for THEM to complete) and assigning me the frivolous/tedious portions of them. For example, some of my tasks include alphabetizing, inter-alphabetizing, filing their finished applicants, and I must not forget "date stamping" each sheet of high stacks of paper that the person paid to read each sheet of that large stack can't stamp because...I don't know really. It still baffles me why I must stamp each sheet in prior to him reading it when he can just stamp it in as he reads. I truly believe that the majority of my job is contingent on the laziness of the staff in this office. That's just a few of the things I do but even if I list everything I did, the amount of time it takes me to complete everything does not consist of a full 9 hour work day (1 hour for lunch). Why do I have to be here so early, and leave so late for that matter? (Traffic is the pits at 5, so yeah getting off at 5pm is too late.) My answer to that is "Misery Loves Company." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Which brings me to my next problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Never have I encountered individuals that talk SO MUCH...about NOTHING. I really don't have a problem listening to people, but these folks go on and on about the most random stuff. And it always makes me seriously wonder how serious they are for pulling me into this conversion(because I never enter willingly). However, the problem lies in the fact that 85%, maybe 90% even, of the conversations consist of their complaining! They complain about students who are applying to medical school and are calling into find out information regarding their application (a.k.a Their Future!) which kills me because I guess they don't see the "Admissions Office" sign on the door they enter every morning for work. To top it off they gossip and talk major smack behind peoples' backs. They talk about the Dean and smile in this man's face like he's great. They referred to me as the "old lady" and realized I might of heard it, which I did, and literally tried to gauge whether I had for sure by making small talk and giving silly compliments..like 'nice pen.' (I suspect it had something to do with me not being at work the day before and honestly they were salty that they had to be here themselves. 1. Don't ask me why they chose "old lady", they are country ass Hoosiers with no good sense, 2. I confronted the woman, because that's not professional and don't refer to me as anything other than Jessica. And I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; amused, literally had to hold in my laughter, to watch her construct her lie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Womp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Womp&lt;/span&gt;.) They smile in my face knowing that they view me as their "bitch" that will do what they say because they THINK (1) I don't know any better and that (2) my job description is quite rigid. I like my paycheck though, and I don't like boredom, so I do the petty tasks and watch the hours pass by swift and smoothly. There's just so much 'say something to one person in the office, then run to another desk to talk shit about the situation that just happened at the previous desk' that goes on daily. I probably would have been fine with all this, had they not tried to incorporate me into their Office Politic Bullshit. I'm just a temp, and as quickly as I came, I will be gone. I choose not to invest in their drama that was happening before me and will continue once I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The gossip, "be all up in your business" approach just really annoys me. I truly believe that these individuals might have a little bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;animosity&lt;/span&gt; or misery tied into their 'careers' here, so they just have to spew their negativity out to make sure that someone else besides them is feeling salty. It honestly can't be because they have nothing better to do, they are very behind with applications (this is an admissions office) and I was hired to help catch them up...which was done but my process gets stalled when they stall. I', the one with nothing better to do, but instead of walking around distracting people from their work (which their behind on) I occupy myself with things that will enhance myself. I make the best out of the less than desirable situation. I don't feel the need to go and pour out all my troubles on these people I don't know just to take them down a couple of notches. Too bad my 'co-workers' don't see it that way. And I honestly don't mind the two conversations I had that were 'serious,' I listened and tried to help out with some encouraging words. However, it the other 1,998 conversations I've had or been forced to listen to that really just turns me off to this whole office crap. There is too much fake and facade and not enough efficiency and true teamwork. Office life is for the birds, don't even get me started on this dress code...really that's a whole other entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going to leave you with a funny scene from Office Space. Office Space is a movie, and here is the scene, that any *Hip Cool Kid* needs to watch should they ever find themselves working in an Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MuchLove&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGy8_Eq8680&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" border="1" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-8398855440662228490?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/8398855440662228490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=8398855440662228490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8398855440662228490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/8398855440662228490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/10/office-no-not-that-office-this-ones.html' title='The Office, no not that office, this one&apos;s located in Hades'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500874840798492192.post-4977611346505042668</id><published>2008-02-07T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:57:59.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>That's the world...that I someday want to live in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Goood Morning Folks...I say good morning, seriously because it is a good morning. Despite the fact that I woke up at 6 am after sleeping on a couch that I laid down on the night before, not wanting to spend the whole night there...but subconsciously maybe wanting to. Either way, I wasn't too happy to be awake at 6am and I didn't have any where to be until 11:30....but I shook it off. Took a moment to myself (I do that quite often :), and then watched some music videos on t.v (yeah they still show them...if you wake up early enough, or pay extra for those extra music channels LOL). Overall, my outlook was good for the morning and for the day. I was starting to feel a little sleepy again around 7:45 and I was about to doze off....when I realized....I had to WORK! That was a lemon, I swear, thrown into my morning. I contemplated just not going but seeing how I blew off work the afternoon prior in a very.....let's say...bratty way (I promise they deserved it...you'll hear about my 'job' eventually), I decided to get myself together, add the lemon to my morning's 'green' tea if, make a playlist, and be on my way to campus to my wiggedy wack job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Despite all that, the morning is still good. I had a good morning because on my walk to work, which is a little under a mile, like .75 miles (yeah...I just mapped that), I was listening to the playlist that I made for my walk and it made me want to DANCE. Seriously, in my mind I was dancing my whole walk to work. And trust, I was bustin' some moves, felt like I could have been in a Justin Timberlake video (and actually, in my mind, I was...in the My Love video). I often can feel and imagine myself dancing like I've never seen myself dance before in real life (Clearly...) and to be honest I would never actually try any of the moves that I see myself doing, in public or private, for fear of embarrassing the hell out of myself. Back to the topic at hand, I continued my groove with every a-fucking-mazing song that came on. As I walked, with a noticeable pep in my step I'm sure and a huge smile on my face I couldn't help but wish I lived in a world where people effin' danced as they walked. As I came to a stoplight even, I wish I had the balls to just bust out some moves as I waited to be able to cross the street. I mean, to me, a world such as that makes sense. We are all already so disconnected from each other as we pass each other on the street, with our hoods up, shades on, and iPods blastin' our very own favorite tunes....so why not groove. Why not throw some positive energy into the air with a few of your signature dance moves??? As long as you don't get to tooooo wild with it, you wouldn't hurt yourself or anyone else. It might be kind of cool, funny, and all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Basically, I just think that music is a gift. It moves people in ways that other things can't or else they'd be called music, duh. Don't waste the gift, bust a move...you never know who's watching &amp;amp; possibly holding in a dance move of their own. You never know, next time I find myself at a street light experiencing a really really good song...I might break out in with something! That'd be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;I'm just sayin....'that's the world...that I someday want to live in...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;:) this guy knows what I'm talkin' bout... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAxG3lgRKUU&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;that's all I got for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JessalaineJessalaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a title="'Fergie - Fergalicious' - open on FoxyTunes Planet" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fergie/track/fergalicious"&gt;Fergie - Fergalicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500874840798492192-4977611346505042668?l=herblaaahhg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/feeds/4977611346505042668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4500874840798492192&amp;postID=4977611346505042668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4977611346505042668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500874840798492192/posts/default/4977611346505042668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblaaahhg.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-worldthat-i-someday-want-to-live.html' title='That&apos;s the world...that I someday want to live in...'/><author><name>JessalaineJessalaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417502958269145218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yclLv3mfUrI/SUvk4Jjk3DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-3CPyWq5FdA/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
