<?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-6802495282357222364</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:50:39.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga of My MIND'S EYE</title><subtitle type='html'>The Days of My Life, The Way I See It, Told by ME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-4266508718738794547</id><published>2012-01-27T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:31:59.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAACCCKKK</title><content type='html'>Hola Peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ME!! Black Beauty that is... I've been away for a LONG time... Like almost 5 YEARS!! I don't know why I stopped blogging. No reason in particular, I just did. I've always been more of a talker rather than a blogger. So, that's probably why I stopped. Anywho... I've decided to give it a whirl again... this blogging thing. I need a place to clear my mind and get my thoughts out... However, I'll probably change the name of this blog and will probably be blogging about different things. Who knows... We'll see... I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, until next time &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-4266508718738794547?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4266508718738794547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=4266508718738794547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4266508718738794547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4266508718738794547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-baaaccckkk.html' title='I&apos;m BAAACCCKKK'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-986342762552479115</id><published>2007-06-25T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:55:49.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Hips Don't Lie!</title><content type='html'>You know what I did today?? I kicked some serious A$$ at the gym today!! You see, I have been MIA at the gym for a minute. I know…. That sucks!! :-( I mean I was going, but like once or twice a week vs. everyday. The sad part is that there is NO excuse for me skipping out on the gym. I am a member of 2 gyms… 2 GYMS. PLUS 1 of them is @ my place of employment…. No, not just @ my job, but on MY floor, right by the elevators, so I have to walk right past the gym every time I get on the elevator, and when I go to the restroom, and when I go to the break room. Oh, and did I mention… I own an elliptical machine? Yep it’s right in my house! Sooooooooo you guessed it, I’ve just been pure ole LAZY!! ‘And I am surely paying for it now, as I can FEEL the difference. Hell, I can SEE the difference too. I am nowhere near MY personal perfect body goal! ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! However, none of that matters now!! What matters now is that I am back on track, and I’m back with a vengeance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not even so much about losing weight, as it is about me getting fit and feeling good about the physical ME. Damn what everyone else says… “I’m losing weight for my health… my blood pressure’s too high, my cholesterol is too high, I’ve got diabetes; Oh and let’s not forget… I need a man; etc..” Don’t get me wrong, if anyone has any health ailments, then they should be trying to lose weight. Alls I’m saying is… those aren’t my reasons because… Blood pressure = normal; Cholesterol = 117 (Excellent!!); Diabetes = negative; Man = want one, but ain’t tryna lose weight to get him. Bottom line is I want to lose weight and get fit so that when I look in the mirror, I’m thinking “DAMN YOU FINE!!”  Yeah, maybe that’s a wee bit... oh I dunno… vain or conceited, but WHATEVER!!! Who doesn’t wanna be like I am a  SEXY Motha (shutchomouf)? I mean… I do think Sexy is a state of mind… but I’m talking about physically sexy (with clothes off, Yeah, that’s KEY)… to ME. PLUS… I want a physically fit man, and if I don’t know nothing else… I know that you can’t ask something of someone (specifically a significant other) that you don’t possess yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, just how am I planning on achieving my SEXINESS/FINENESS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY: 5am – Cardio on the elliptical (home)&lt;br /&gt;3 Days/week: Lunch time – Strength training with weights (gym)&lt;br /&gt;2 Days/week: Lunch time – Cardio (gym)&lt;br /&gt;Mondays – Belly Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays – Exotic Pole Fitness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for African Dance classes near the city, and I’m having NO luck. However, if I find some classes, they will be added to my regime. In the meantime, I’ll be sticking to my Belly Dancing and Exotic Pole Fitness. I am too excited about that! Not only will I be getting fit, but I’ll be gaining new skills to use at a later date!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Shakira said… da hips don’t lie!!! ‘And I’m about to find out!! Meet my teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSykChuLL3E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSykChuLL3E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although this is not my teacher, you get the idea of Pole Fitness here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMT1WEu76zg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMT1WEu76zg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every woman should try these classes out and have a fitness regime just to help them preserve their sexy (mentally &amp; physically) whether trying to lose weight or not! It will do a body good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-986342762552479115?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/986342762552479115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=986342762552479115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/986342762552479115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/986342762552479115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/da-hips-dont-lie.html' title='Da Hips Don&apos;t Lie!'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-2238232491923367361</id><published>2007-06-08T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:42:09.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged Bird</title><content type='html'>Lately, I’ve been stuck in this rut. Feeling like life has come to a screeching HALT! This mainly happens to me when I’m at work. It’s like I just don’t want to be there. Not in a I want to go home and do nothing sense, but more like this isn’t what God placed me on this earth to do sense. Since I’ve been blogging (which hasn’t been that long), I’ve looked back at past posts and realized that this is a recurring theme in MY SAGA. Now, I’m no Smart Guy McFlyy, but I know that this means that I’m gonna have to make a change, and really soon. If I make no changes, I’ll continue to feel like a caged bird. Humph, that’s interesting because when I was younger, and I heard that expression, I never took the time to think about it. ‘But living in THIS moment, I now know exactly what it means. Birds have wings, and they were meant to fly. When one cages a bird, it’s almost as if someone cut off their wings, ultimately stopping them from fulfilling their purpose. That’s just how I feel right now, except my wings haven’t been cut just yet. Right now, they’re tied up. Either way, I’m not fulfilling my purpose, and if I stay here on this path the string that is binding my wings will eventually cut off the blood supply to my wings, and they’ll have to be amputated, YES, they’ll have to be CUT OFF and that’s worse than just being caged. So now, I have to take a deep look within and figure out what the hell I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking a deeper look*&lt;br /&gt;First thoughts… Am I just being selfish and self-centered? Thinking the universe owes me something. How dare Black Beauty want to be happy and fulfilled when she goes to work. You know how many people go to work and have careers that they hate just because they need to make money to pay the bills? You aren’t the first person to have these feelings, and you won’t be the last. You should just get some new hobbies and find fulfillment in other ways. Suck it up, and just be grateful that you have a stable career that enables to you to keep the bills paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thoughts… I am EXTREMELY grateful for the current position I am holding in life and on my job. ‘But to the rest of that mumbo jumbo…. Puhleese!!! Yeah, I know a lot of people wake up everyday and go to jobs that they absolutely despise because they have to. Yeah, I know that most people wonder around aimlessly trying to figure out what they want to do/be when they grow up, most of them ages 25-45. Yeah, I know most people never figure it out. ‘But I also know that I am NOT MOST PEOPLE. I AM ME DAMMIT and I know that I have a greater purpose on this earth that I MUST fulfill in order to reach my greatest potential. I’ve just got to figure out what it is, and then go for it. ‘And SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reflections*&lt;br /&gt;If I make no changes, I’ll continue to feel like a caged bird. Birds have wings, and they were meant to fly. When one cages a bird, it’s like someone cut off their wings, ultimately stopping them from realizing their purpose, thus disabling them from reaching their full potential. I’m not fulfilling my purpose, and if I stay here on this path the string that is binding my wings together will eventually cut off the blood supply to my wings, and they’ll have to be amputated. YES, they’ll have to be CUT OFF and that’s worse than just being caged. You see, while caged, at least you know that if you are ever released, you can still fly, so that’s what you dream about…. Praying and hoping, hoping and praying for that day. ‘But with no wings, you can’t fly, so you stop dreaming, you stop hoping, you stop praying, you cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(singing caged bird)... Praying and seeking HIM first*&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heavenly Father:&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you. Thank you for breathing the breath of life into my lungs each-and-every day. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for giving me a sound mind, body, and soul. Thank you for healthy family and friends who love me and care for me. Please uncover my eyes that I may see and understand my purpose. I am aware that achieving my purpose doesn’t mean that I have to necessarily do it by way of my career. However, it is one of my most sincere desires to be able to wake up each day and have a career that enables me to fulfill my purpose. Please help me to bring my hopes and dreams to fruition. Please guide me so that in doing these things, ultimately Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blessings, I ask in Your Son Jesus’ name,&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073764575146378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_boe6Xmmw4IY/Rmmh_8ePgzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WABKui9LfHA/s320/Bird.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-2238232491923367361?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2238232491923367361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=2238232491923367361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/2238232491923367361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/2238232491923367361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/caged-bird.html' title='Caged Bird'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_boe6Xmmw4IY/Rmmh_8ePgzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WABKui9LfHA/s72-c/Bird.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-4991367535962537730</id><published>2007-06-08T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:51:12.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Blogging</title><content type='html'>I should have explored the writer in me a long time ago! No… not the professional writer, wanting to be an author of a book or even an article in a magazine, but more along the lines of journaling. I’ve owned a number of diaries, journals, etc… but I’ve written in… 0!!! I enjoy expressing myself, and making my thoughts and opinions known… but I’ve never written down those types of things. I’ve always been more on the vocal side; some would even say… a bit loquacious. ‘But lately I’ve come to realize that people don’t always wanna hear what you have to say or what’s going on in your life, and sometimes they do wanna hear about what’s going on in your life, but they’re not always available, so F it!!! I’ll just blog about it, HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-4991367535962537730?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4991367535962537730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=4991367535962537730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4991367535962537730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4991367535962537730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-blogging.html' title='Just Blogging'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-6425773511657723478</id><published>2007-06-05T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:14:50.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG, Who's it???</title><content type='html'>Southern Lady (QuarterLife Mocha Girl) has tagged me. ‘But I’m not tagging anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;A)Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B)Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game.&lt;br /&gt;C)You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;D)You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very short (5’0”); however, I’ve never felt that way… even though all of my closest friends are 5’7” and taller with the exception of 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two younger brothers but I treat them as though they are my children (not in a bad way… I just feel like I need to be overly protective of them). Talk about ‘em and you’ll feel my wrath!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ve NEVER been to Disney World. :-( ‘But I’m planning to go soon!! I LOVE theme parks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want Tyrese to scream at me, have his way with me, then do the beat it up dance! Then I'ma clean &amp; make them tacos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a shoe fettish. I LOVE shoes, and when I see a really nice pair (not on other people, but in stores, online, or even on myself, oh and on nice looking men), I get turned on. Like... I think to myself, that's a sexy ass pair of shoes... I would look sooooo HAWT in those!!! 'And if it's an attractive man wearing nice shoes... I'm just turned on PERIOD! I feel the same way about a well groomed man who smells good and wears a nice watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm allergic to strawberries, but I eat them anyway. They're one of my favorite fruit. 'And add them with Champagne... Wooo...  you got me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I HEART 70’s music… Al Green; Earth, Wind, &amp; Fire; The Isley Brothers; Marvin Gaye; and Donny Hathaway are a few of my favorite artists from that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo there you have it…. A few tidbits about me! Sorry… didn’t tag anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-6425773511657723478?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6425773511657723478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=6425773511657723478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/6425773511657723478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/6425773511657723478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag-whos-it.html' title='TAG, Who&apos;s it???'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-5411470956948759451</id><published>2007-06-05T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:51:06.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my supervisor to go run outside in the middle of I-10 @ 5:oo pm this Friday!!! YES, YES… like Lil Duvall said, “Kill YOSELF!!!!!!!!!!!” PLEASE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was harsh, but HE gettin’ on my nerves!!!! 'AND it's just chhho mOdey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would also like for people to STOP walking up to my desk asking about work stuff while I’m eating. I know I’m eating at my desk, but I’m STILL EATING, which means that I’m taking my LUNCH BREAK!!!!! I’M @ LUNCH you IDIOTS!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my co-worker to stop banging on the freaking key board IMMEGIATELY!!! We all know you’re hard @ work right now… No need to kill the keyboard in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want some of mama D’s seafood pasta and stuffed bell peppers… Mmm, Mmm, GOOD!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want today to be Saturday so that I could be sitting in front of my TV right now with a bowl of Frosted Flakes, the remote control, and my gang of DVDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish He-Man and She-Ra still came on b/c that’s what I’d be watching if today was Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to be the black She-Ra: Princess of Power (He-Man’s twin sister). Hell… I still want to be She-Ra! ‘And I’d be kicking ass right now… mostly the people who aggravate the hell outta me at work! Yes, I’d be She-Ra, and I’d kick their asses like they were the Evil Horde! "For the honor of Grayskull…I am She-Ra!!!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He-Man’s line was better though. "By the power of Grayskull...I have the power!" I always walked around the house saying, "I HAVE THE POWER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also miss the smurfs. I had smurf cereal!! They were delicious, at least that’s how I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember when Toucan Sam used to want you to ‘follow your nose’!! That always made me want some Froot Loops!!! Mmm… I think Ima go buy some! I suppose Toucan Sam still wants you to follow your nose, but I haven’t seen a Froot Loop commercial in a minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I’m gonna move by the end of this year or the beginning of next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m probably gonna move to D.C., Atlanta, Dallas, or Houston.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I get home, I’m gonna watch Waist Deep AGAIN!!! Tyrese is soooooooooo fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boris Kodjoe does nothing for me. I dunno… he just doesn’t&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Bow Wow is Allen Iverson’s son, and the chick that sings/raps (whatever) that Lip Gloss song could be his daughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven’t REALLY been into basketball since Jordan left, but I do watch it from time to time. I had really started to like the Pistons, but they just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ll be 27 this year, and I’m actually excited about it!!! (October 6th.. buy me something!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I’m typing my blogs, people think I’m actually working! Bwahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually, I’m about to stop typing b/c I’m supposed to be here @ work to WORK!!!! So… that’s what Imma do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-5411470956948759451?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5411470956948759451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=5411470956948759451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/5411470956948759451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/5411470956948759451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-what.html' title='You Know What???'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-8214110641424466895</id><published>2007-05-23T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:13:45.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ From A RETURN TO LOVE by Marianne Williamson ~&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/6802495282357222364-8214110641424466895?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8214110641424466895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=8214110641424466895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8214110641424466895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8214110641424466895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/deepest-fear.html' title='Deepest Fear'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-8615208219190123529</id><published>2007-05-09T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:03:26.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It +1</title><content type='html'>Sunni Patterson is the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwtDfKpqxeo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiRueMoGWwY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiRueMoGWwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/6802495282357222364-8615208219190123529?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8615208219190123529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=8615208219190123529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8615208219190123529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8615208219190123529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It +1'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-4669519770496425589</id><published>2007-05-04T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:17:43.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Messaging Is For the Birds!</title><content type='html'>Well... It's spring time, and what's happening??? The usual, dudes that I haven't talked to in ages come out of the woodworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, you ask??? Let’s call him ‘The car salesman’ I mean, yes I did talk to him for a while… um LAST YEAR (2006), and again when I was looking for a car (he is a car salesman, and I DID wreck my car). ‘But I haven't talked to him since then (and that was in January ‘07), and he basically abandoned me like I didn't really need a damn car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on a Tuesday morning. He sends me a "just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about you" text message. I replied a simple “hello, hope they were good thoughts”. He then texts, "hope I can see you soon". I didn't reply. Then the next day, he texts, "Good morning, baby. I hope we can start making things work with us, baby". Uggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!! What the heezie??!! is going on?!!!!!!! All of a sudden you want to work things out?! Work what out??? If my memory serves me correctly, we NEVER had anything to work out b/c he couldn’t make any plans. He always wanted to ‘go with the flow’… which usually meant, coming to my house after he got off work. I mean I’m all about the chill time, but DAMN dude, can we go SOMEWHERE every now and then??? This Dude is relentless. As I stated before, I didn’t answer his last text msg, but what does he do??? You know it!!! Sends me more msgs via TEXT!!!! He says something like ‘I don’t know what it is about you, but you stay on my mind’ blah, blah, blah… Yo, seriously, this has got to STOP! AND I HATE being called Baby, especially by someone I’m not interested in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, as if one random dude texting my ass wasn’t enough, this other dude, whom I was in a 5ish/6ish year on again off again relationship (or something like that) sends me a text message on the SAME DAY! Let’s call him ‘Da Woadie’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar: Woadie - (Urbandictionary.com says..) Term of endearment, usually platonic, between ghetto-ites. Originally slang for "Wardie", which is slang for someone living in a certain Ward, or district in the inner city, woadie has been popularized by Southern Rappers in the past few years (BlackBeauty gives credit of the term to CA$H Money).&lt;br /&gt;This term has been deemed a term of endearment by my friends and me strictly for ‘OUR’ New Orleanian “men friends” Why?? b/c they all act just alike. I mean… not to stereo type them or anything like that, b/c I LOVE my woadies… really I DO!!! ‘But you can almost always determine what to expect from them while um ‘dealing’ with them… at least the ones that we’ve encountered. They’re something like magicians…. Here today, gone the next, but guaranteed to pop up again when you least expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... back to the topic of discussion. Yes, my woadie popped up again via Text Msg!!!! (not a surprise, though) talkin’ ‘bout "Hi, how are U?” While that may seem innocent to the untrained eye…, I know that this msg really meant…. Just wanted to see if you are still alive and if you still hate my guts after the last time I popped up, then disappeared, cause if you’re not mad, I’m gonna keep texting you until you decide that I can come over and what??? ‘GET IT’!!! (HA!!! ~ Ya girl’s too smart for that though!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I’m saying is….~ do I have a "If you ever want to get back with me, just send me a M****RF*****G TEXT MESSAGE" sign on my forehead?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Geeze Louise!!!!!!!!!! I can't get a damn break! I'm gon turn my text msging feature off!! 'And get me a REAL man who knows how to use the damn key pad for dialing #s to CALL ME rather than text messaging. Yes… it IS for the birds, and I ain’t no muhfuggin Tweety neither!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-4669519770496425589?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4669519770496425589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=4669519770496425589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4669519770496425589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/4669519770496425589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/text-messaging-is-for-birds.html' title='Text Messaging Is For the Birds!'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-8498849438704780898</id><published>2007-05-04T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T04:54:21.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Time Really On My Side?</title><content type='html'>Remember that song ‘Time is on My Side’? It was a recurring song in the movie ‘Fallen’ with Denzel Washington. The irony of the song in the movie was that TIME really wasn’t on his side, and that’s how I’m feeling right now… like time isn’t on my side. Yeah, I’m only 26 and ½ (lol), and some would say…’girl you’ve got plenty of time, you’re still young.’ But, WHATEVER!!!! Tell that to me when I’ve accomplished a few more things on the list. Ahhh… The list!!! Well, what’s on the list??? Thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;*Own my own home (I don’t want to keep renting when I’m practically paying a&lt;br /&gt;house note)&lt;br /&gt;*Have a career that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;*Get married&lt;br /&gt;*Have kids&lt;br /&gt;*Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s a short list, but obviously it requires time! So let me answer the questions b/c they’ve already been asked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s stopping you from owning your own home?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well it’s not finances, b/c like I stated b/f I’m practically paying a house note in rent. The problem is… right now, I live in Metairie (A suburb of New Orleans), and I’m not sure if I want to make this my home. The deciding factor…. See next question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Don’t you have a career/job that you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Like Kool Moe Dee said, “I go to work!” So, yes, ya girl’s got a career, and a good one at that! I’m a Corporate Auditor for a major bank (one of the 10th largest in the country). It’s a stable career with room for growth. Most people would ask, Well what’s the problem? The problem is.… it’s BORING!!!!! at least to me, anyway. So NO, I don’t enjoy it!! I’m tired of sitting at a damn desk and shuffling papers! Yeah, it’s a lot more to it than that, but that’s what I feel like I’m doing sometimes, hell most of the time. Anywho…I have an Accounting degree… so, I work in my field of study. ‘And I’m grateful for that, however…. I had no business majoring in accounting anyway. That’s sooooooo not ME!! ‘But by the time I figured that out, I was a junior at THE SOUTHERN UNIVERSITY AND A&amp;amp;M COLLEGE (plug LOL), which meant that since I’m from Mississippi (oh yeah, I’m from crooked letterville USA), I was paying those good out of state fees (you know like double tuition ++++) so changing my major at that time wasn’t an option! Maaaannn looking back, it would have been well worth the stay! These days, I’m thinking I would like a career in Event Planning along the wedding planning and party planning side of the field. Sooooo….. I’m working on it right now, which is the extended answer to the first question. This journey to a new career will determine where I will purchase my first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s stopping you from getting married?&lt;br /&gt;A: HA! The answer to that one is obvious for most single women these days…. I’M SINGLE!!!!! Can’t find a man (well at least a good one)!!! What’s a Good Man??? (let’s leave that one open until the next blog). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dissing the brothas, ‘cause I know there are some good ones out there. I’m just saying y’all ain’t trying to step to me, or maybe I’ve got my blinders on. Imma take ‘em off though, cause ya girl’s getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s stopping you from having children?&lt;br /&gt;A: Refer to the previous question. Yes, I could have kids without being married, but I don’t want to. ‘BUT…. If the BIG 3 0 creeps upon me, and I’m not married or in a meaningful, serious, relationship… Sorry momma and daddy, but at that time.. (prayerfully) ya girl’s gonna have her some babies outta wedlock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDEBAR: Did I just say (prayerfully) Imma have me some babies outta wedlock??? Yes, I did!!! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s stopping you from traveling?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well… nothing short of finances should be stopping be from traveling. However, I’m a list maker, and I must have order (hey that’s the accountant in me). So, sometimes b/c things aren’t going a certain way for me, i.e. (house, furniture, career, etc…) I have a tendency to let that block me from enjoying other things, i.e. (travel). I’ll say, “Oh, I’m going this place”, then I’ll think, “girl you are trying to save for your house and the furniture in it, plus, you need to be concentrating on how you are gonna start this new career, you don’t have the money or the time to travel.” Well…. People, that’s the old me, I’m turning over a new leaf, and I am gonna TRAVEL!!! YAY ME! (Oh, btw, I do travel SOME, but I’m referring to big trips out of the country.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, that’s my list and my answers for why those items are still on the list. Ultimately, it is a short list, but it requires what??? TIME… and like I said b/f I feel like sometimes, TIME isn’t on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But you know what I can’t stand?? Complainers who don’t ever do anything about the things in their lives that they don’t like. Soooooo…, because I AM a ‘Go Getter’, the list WILL BE shorter next year. Now, the husband and children part…. I’m praying about and leaving it in HIS hands, b/c everytime I go looking, I come up with mess!!! Well, I’m praying about all of it, and leaving it all in His hands, but I’m gonna do my part too before I end up like another Denzel movie and be ‘Out of Time’!! Well, I always say, everything in His time, so I guess time just may be on my side afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-8498849438704780898?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8498849438704780898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=8498849438704780898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8498849438704780898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/8498849438704780898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-time-really-on-my-side.html' title='Is Time Really On My Side?'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-958422146172717198</id><published>2007-05-04T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:44:39.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain is Preparation for My Destiny</title><content type='html'>While on myspace, I came across an old friend's page, and in his profile were these words, "...I was speaking with a friend the other evening concerning the things we experience while being positioned for the next phase of life. The discomfort, necessary isolation, anxiousness, and the being misunderstood by others. All difficult but part of the process. I now understand we cannot accept and embrace change until we truly open ourselves to facing our fears head-on and boldly challenge obstacle with a firm stance. There is no way we can transform our thinking, alter our processes, or accept others into our personal space until we realize change is inevitable and an absolute definite on this road of life..." Dewayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I started contemplating this current phase of my life, and I have discovered a few things...&lt;br /&gt;Like many of my friends, in that mid 20 to 30 something age group, I too am experiencing this PAIN or CHANGE. You know those thoughts that creep into one's mind when things are still and quiet. "What is my purpose? Why I am I going through this or that. Why did I go to school for this or that? I should have majored in X,Y, or Z. Is this what I am going to be doing for the rest of my life? I thought I would have been in ________ place, with _______ person, in a(an) _______ house, with _____ amount of money, and ______ kids. Why did I or didn't I marry ______? I hate this job. Life Sucks!" And the thoughts go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the introductory statement above is speaking of change and embracing change; I believe that with change, there comes certain amount of pain that one must endure. Not a physical pain, but an emotional, mental, and a spiritual pain. When I say (spiritual pain), I am speaking of that spiritual growth. You know like when you get to the point spiritually where God says that you have to let certain people go, certain things go, certain places go, because after all, it's all a part of CHANGE. 'And as painful as it may be, it is necessary if one is to ever reach his/her full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject THE PAIN IS PRPARATION FOR MY DESTINY stuck out in my mind after listening to Let It Go By Kirk Franklin. In the 3rd verse of the song, he says "... Jesus please, on my knees can't You hear me crying/ You said to put it in Your hands and Lord I'm really trying/ You wasn't lying when You said You reap what you sow/... To my real momma if you're listening I'm letting it go/ To my father, I forgive you, 'cause you didn't know, that THE PAIN WAS THE PREPARATION FOR MY DESINY..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, no matter how deep or shallow the circumstance or problem... This process is still a bit discomforting. It leaves me feeling a bit anxious and even isolated at times. Sometimes it causes me to be misunderstood by others. It's all necessary and PAINFUL. However, it is THE PREPARTAION FOR MY DESTINY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it PAIN another man calls it CHANGE. Perhaps its because you don’t get one without the other. Either way you see it, it is inevitable but if endured with much prayer and perseverance it will catapult you into YOUR DESTINY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written June 5, 2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-958422146172717198?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/958422146172717198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=958422146172717198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/958422146172717198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/958422146172717198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/pain-is-preparation-for-my-destiny.html' title='The Pain is Preparation for My Destiny'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802495282357222364.post-3978838990520373516</id><published>2007-05-04T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:24:20.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I am a lover and most certainly a fighter. I love to love, and I love to be loved. The fighter in me??? Well…I’ll fight for anything that I feel is right. Be it my rights or the rights of my people, fighting for a position, or fighting for the love of my life; yes, I am a fighter. I am honest, sometimes to a fault. My eyes and my facial expressions don’t lie; hell… they won’t lie. I’d prefer that others are honest with me in return… not rude, but honest. I tend to be a very good judge of character, and pretty quick. If I sense that someone isn’t genuine, I’m quick to distance myself. I have no time for Fakey McFakertons (thanks eclectik-relaxation) in my life. I enjoy simple things… Music (it makes me lose control), Poetry (enables me to feed my soul), the Arts in general, African and African American history &amp; culture, Fashion, Shopping (especially for nice shoes &amp;amp; bags), Interior Design, Event Planning, Movies, and pure unadulterated Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to be able to see the world and enjoy life’s simple pleasures… Nice long walks in the park and on the beach with my husband (Lord please send him soon), and eventually some kids… perhaps 3 or 4…(2 girls and 2 boys). I’d be the best PTA parent, little league mom, band booster club president, etc.. just like my mom was and still is. I’d strive to be a great wife, mother, daughter-in-law, and continue to be a great daughter and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a work in progress, as I continue to grow spiritually, mentally, and oh yeah… I’m shrinking physically! My daily goal (other than strengthening my relationship with God) is to continue to remain comfortable in my own skin… flaws and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Who am I, well…I’m just ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802495282357222364-3978838990520373516?l=blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3978838990520373516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802495282357222364&amp;postID=3978838990520373516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/3978838990520373516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802495282357222364/posts/default/3978838990520373516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeauty-daysofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>BLACKBEAUTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386590615820902557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
