<?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-1209288137985788532</id><updated>2011-11-28T12:49:25.848-05:00</updated><category term='Stasha&apos;s on Standby'/><category term='Hoe Fall Back'/><category term='Robert F Williams'/><category term='Bitch Ass Niggas'/><category term='Ties that Bind'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Nice Evening'/><category term='I need an extended vacation'/><title type='text'>The Journey Continues...</title><subtitle type='html'>The growth of a mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-343623798528239315</id><published>2011-09-15T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:38:29.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wall of Mine-nuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHCt4ioKsaU/TnK2T9aIqMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9feq_VR0RH0/s1600/walldonkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHCt4ioKsaU/TnK2T9aIqMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9feq_VR0RH0/s400/walldonkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently I've built a wall so tall and long that climbing it seems to daunting and going around appears near impossible.  Don't even think about penetrating those bricks.  They weren't laid by love but by protection.  I think if my emotions could have dug a moat, they would have.  Filled with bone crushing alligators and flesh eating piranhas.  Anyone who dared to get close, would find a nice surprise and I would leave them rotting to warn others "Enter if you Dare!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pointed out several times that my demeanor is cold and most feminine in my energy is not present.  Not that I lack estrogen, vag or boobs, I'm just burned out from getting...well...burned.  Why put yourself out there when the limb your hanging from is barely connected to the tree?  Oh and that tree, well it's being eaten alive by parasitic insects.  Yep, that's pretty much how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a time when I pulled a few bricks away, enough to make a nice peep hole.  But the view I had was of a shitty ass, and well, funky donkeys are not allowed on my side.  So of course I can be a person of extremes and used thicker cement to hold that removed brick in place.  If for nothing else, to keep the shit smell on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand, leaning against my well crafted wall.  No one here but me, my thoughts and a few gnats because the donkey is steadfastly there, still on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-343623798528239315?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/343623798528239315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=343623798528239315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/343623798528239315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/343623798528239315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/great-wall-of-mine-nuh.html' title='Great Wall of Mine-nuh'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHCt4ioKsaU/TnK2T9aIqMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9feq_VR0RH0/s72-c/walldonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-8352290978887770228</id><published>2010-12-02T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:28:13.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Hip Hop Memoirs is live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truehiphopmemoirs.com/"&gt; True Hip Hop Memoirs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The site is live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8352290978887770228?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8352290978887770228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8352290978887770228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8352290978887770228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8352290978887770228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-hip-hop-memoirs-is-live.html' title='True Hip Hop Memoirs is live!'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-4092256518297565465</id><published>2009-10-22T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:36:06.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://hissweetheart.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/goodbye1.jpg" width="250" height="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying a new thing.  Trying a new setting.  So...click here to watch more of the journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amuri1823.wordpress.com/"&gt;Keep on Keeping on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe wordpress...maybe I'll come back.  WE shall see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-4092256518297565465?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4092256518297565465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=4092256518297565465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/4092256518297565465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/4092256518297565465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-2683142292801427247</id><published>2009-10-22T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:41:04.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of body, Out of mind, Out of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00445/news-graphics-2007-_445528a.jpg" width="250" height="275"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I used the art of appreciation.  It came over me that there are people in my life who need to know that I'm happy they are there.  So I did just that.  If you desire to receive a gift, it's best to give it first.  The Boomerang Effect.  If it's thrown out, eventually it returns to you.  So I threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning a little more each day about myself and the effects of my actions.  In a haste to walk away, I took something from someone.  When I hurt, I turn and run.  How can you run from yourself?  Really how can you?  I can't run from my true feelings.  All I can do is stay true to them, no matter what.  So...no more running, so no more fear that I will run.  Leaving myself is like an out of body experience and I'm in pain everytime that happens.  Leaving that person is just as painful and even harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-2683142292801427247?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2683142292801427247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=2683142292801427247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2683142292801427247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2683142292801427247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-body-out-of-mind-out-of-time.html' title='Out of body, Out of mind, Out of time...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-2129396098507909349</id><published>2009-10-21T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:40:22.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Replay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.separatecinema.com/images/detail_images/Hollywood/lrgpic7.jpg" width="250" height="325"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever see the movie The Best Man?  The scene where Morris Chestnut is saying his vows, but flashes to his wife to be in bed with his best friend.  I keep having those flashes.  How do I get them to stop?  The mouth moves, the fingers type, but all I can see are flashes.  The conversation continues and I try to follow...with.those.flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of those visual minds.  When I hear a song, I see the music.  When I read a story, I see the scene acted out.  When I'm told a truth, I see it as if it's a play going on in my mind.  The thing about being visual is it never leaves the mind.  I never forget what I saw.  Maybe I'll push it to the back, or under a pile of other mental films, but there's always a trigger that brings it back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every emotion felt during the revelation comes back again all new.  The thoughts of being a failure, subpar are fresh as the morning dew.  How do I clear the tape to get rid of the instant replay of the mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-2129396098507909349?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2129396098507909349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=2129396098507909349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2129396098507909349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2129396098507909349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/instant-replay.html' title='Instant Replay...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-1320334366257823765</id><published>2009-10-19T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:55:42.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnIC3Wpq0Zc/ST_CbVvuZcI/AAAAAAAABsk/3ddW1v9Q1rU/s320/What+If.jpg" width="300" height="250"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am getting an MRI on the 27th.  YAY but not.  I am happy to get the MRI, just afraid of the surgery possibilities.  Not because I'm so scared of the knife.  I'm scared of the what if's:&lt;br /&gt;What if I can feel the surgery?&lt;br /&gt;What if they have to go full blown removal?&lt;br /&gt;What if I lose my sex drive (THE HORROR!!)?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have to get full blown and my kidney's decide to fill the vacant space?&lt;br /&gt;What if I bleed uncontrollably?&lt;br /&gt;What if the fibroids they find are not so benign anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What if I grow a man beard?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have more of a mustache than Tom Selleck?&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget to take hormones and I go off on everybody at work?  or Nuri and Amir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is...&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to what if by myself.  You see, no matter the circumstance, it's always clear that I can turn and someone will be there with me.  More to post on this subject later...I'm so tired right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1320334366257823765?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1320334366257823765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=1320334366257823765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1320334366257823765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1320334366257823765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-step.html' title='Another Step'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnIC3Wpq0Zc/ST_CbVvuZcI/AAAAAAAABsk/3ddW1v9Q1rU/s72-c/What+If.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-3351427665665105807</id><published>2009-10-18T00:43:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:53:43.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Moonwalking through my mind as always.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/moonwalk michael jackson/preeto_f31/moonwalk1.gif?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo342/preeto_f31/moonwalk1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart Tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must release.  &lt;br /&gt;Let you go. &lt;br /&gt;Fluff your wings.&lt;br /&gt;Let you fly.&lt;br /&gt;I must move on.  &lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're really gone.&lt;br /&gt;Reality sets in.  &lt;br /&gt;Say a final Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Tears form in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Slide down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Soft landing as they drop.&lt;br /&gt;Forming puddles ever growing.&lt;br /&gt;Loud Cries to soft sobs.&lt;br /&gt;Increasing sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The heart tears never stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/E/EM/EMI/EmilyDepp/1179442234_ing20heart.jpg" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-3351427665665105807?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3351427665665105807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=3351427665665105807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3351427665665105807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3351427665665105807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-874983748231720486</id><published>2009-10-17T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:48:00.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/reminder.gif" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be from the mouth you thought, but the words you want still sound sweet no matter the source.  It was what I needed to hear and at the time I needed to consume it.  For that I am thankful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence brought down is being rebuilt.  Anti-matter is now beginning to matter.  To materialize and take shape.  Knowing that somewhere out there in the universe, my name is spoken with kind and thoughts of me provoke warmth.  That moves me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I affected someones life.  Made a mark that can't be erased.  Time won't make the memories of my time turn cold.  Time keeps aging it to perfection, and makes our time priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the words.  Thank you for the thoughts.  Thank you for the kindness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;For.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-874983748231720486?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/874983748231720486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=874983748231720486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/874983748231720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/874983748231720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/unexpected-places.html' title='Unexpected Places'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-8837500690340430721</id><published>2009-10-17T07:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:53:54.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.eso-garden.com/images/uploads_bilder/dream_a_z.jpg" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Dream:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dreaming of my brother.  He was shot badly but alive.  He was in the hospital attached to a lot of tubes, moving around with a catheter, but Alive.  The thing is, he died in August 2000.  I'm trying to remember more, but Toot being alive is crazy.  I have never dreamed of him before.  I also had a part of the dream that turned to partying with the boys buuuutttt it was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Dream:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason We were in NC.  Amir went to a school called Bowen.  Wait...back up.  I was at this house with Lon.  Had been dreaming of this place before.  Anyway, It was nice and apparently in the mountains...&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...Amir was being transferred and Nuri was being enrolled in East Forsyth High School.  People from my past were in my dream.  Mrs. Escoline from FSU was a teacher there.  Stephanie Mills (weird) was a drama teacher.  The song "Sweet Sensation" was in my dream.  Anywho, So was Marcus Smith (an old boyfriend), another old boyfriend from age 15 and his brothers were also in my dream...&lt;br /&gt;Amir and Nuri were enrolled in the same High School.  Nuri skipped the 7th and 8th grades and was now in High School.  Amir was in the 11th.  Nuri got into a fight.  She had her Nintendo DS at school and some little girl got jealous so she tried to take it.  Nuri, being Nuri, was not going to accept that as so.  Fight ensued.  I walked by, picked them both up and went to the office.  I then proceeded to tell a story about my friend Michelle and I and the Christmas of 1988...&lt;br /&gt;Michele Coker and I were thick as thieves.  That Christmas I got a Troop Suit, Troop Shoes, MCM pocketbook and matching hat.  The Black on white MCM.  I also got Eric B and Rakim's second tape, a boom box, gold rope, some more door knockers and...I can't remember what else.&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas Michele also got the MCM hat and pocketbook (black on beige), jewelry and....a car.  She turned 16 in December...the 16th to be exact, I couldn't until May.&lt;br /&gt;I was always jealous that she was older than me.  16 was both our magic number.  That meant dating and a license.  UGH...she had the ability to do both and a car to do it in.&lt;br /&gt;I ended the story with, you can be close to someone, but secretly they can become your hater on the inside.  &lt;br /&gt;For some reason the song hate on me hater came to mind.  WEIRD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8837500690340430721?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8837500690340430721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8837500690340430721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8837500690340430721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8837500690340430721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-8113930693464067783</id><published>2009-10-16T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:19:18.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/mmc-beta-production/assets/2544/snoopy_decisions_article.jpg" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decision 1.  Forgiveness and Move on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to anger.  Holding on to hurt.  Holding on to pressure only hurts the one holding on.  To really let go, you have to emotionally let it all go.  Let it move in the wind and blow away.  So I said a sorry and in the wind it blew.  Not trying to go back to before.  Not trying to make up.  Just taking what I put on me, lifting it up, moving my body, moving my hands and letting go.  &lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Feel.&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's officially the Holy Day of Atonement doesn't hurt.  This day puts a lot on the mind about forgiveness for others, seeking from others and giving it to yourself.  It's about reconnecting or disconnecting without burning a bridge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decision 2.  Going for the Gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to gusto by instant message or a microwave.  Gusto comes in steps.  The first step is the surgery.  Emotional Pain can also tie to Physical Pain.  I'm sick and tired of both, so I called the radiologist to schedule a consultation for fibroid removal.  She hasn't called me back, but when she does, I'm not falling back.  No more pain.  NO MORE!  I'm preparing the family, talked to HR, talked to Loretta.  I may be out for 6 weeks so home will be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe they can do a tummy tuck while mucking around in there...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I miss you so much Adrian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8113930693464067783?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8113930693464067783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8113930693464067783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8113930693464067783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8113930693464067783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-day.html' title='Decision Day'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-3180836038007114660</id><published>2009-10-15T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:23:02.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Fever...Vulcanlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://stevenalston.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/star-trek-spock1.jpg" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when it happened.  Can't name the time.  Just seemed like for a minute, the life fever I had broke.  It wasn't long lasting, but that brevity in time let me know I can do and feel better.  There's no medicine to cure what I have.  It just has to run its course.  I don't want a short cut this time either.  I have to deal with what is now and just wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could get some chicken noodle soup or drink hot tea.  That's not going to do it for me.  Not this time.  Mind needs mending, then the rest can scab up too.  I know there's another full cup waiting to spill over, but I have the release valve turned to the off position for a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad the pills wore off and I'm no longer numb.  Yet, less numb gives way to feeling.  Not sure I'm ready for feeling yet.  Feeling means human, and an android is my zen.  Maybe even a vulcan.  Gotta work on the emotional control.  How?  That's what I'd like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-3180836038007114660?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3180836038007114660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=3180836038007114660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3180836038007114660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3180836038007114660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-fevervulcanlike.html' title='Broken Fever...Vulcanlike'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-2036798330409274745</id><published>2009-10-15T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:06:58.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining...AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Seriously, the rain, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an ok night last night.  No tears, only took one Sleeping Pill.  It was the last one.  I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I remember waking up and looking at my clock 9:13 pm.   I know Olbermann was on when I started falling asleep.  Weird.  I did eat yesterday which was good.  Wasn't that hungry so I felt full and miserable.  Hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I start all over.  Can I just go home and get back in the bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-2036798330409274745?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2036798330409274745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=2036798330409274745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2036798330409274745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2036798330409274745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-rainingagain.html' title='It&apos;s Raining...AGAIN'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-7743745090744066293</id><published>2009-10-14T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:26:43.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Numbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/363/a7baace3pq5.gif" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel today.  Kind of a vaccum like feeling.  The mix of crying until the sleeping pills kicked in (Thank God for Tylenol PM) and having left over pill in my body makes me mentally not here.  I have so many meetings today and the first two I just faked my way through them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta.Snap.Out.Of.This.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed several prayers yesterday.  Asked for a hardening of the heart.  I don't want to love anymore.  It's not worth it.  No need for it. Better off without it.  So I am asking for a hardening of the heart.  Not physical, but no one gets in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So numb is where I want to be right now.  Until I don't care steps in, I just don't want to feel.  If I drank, I would be drunk. If I was a dopehead, I would be high.  Since I'm neither, I'll just stay numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-7743745090744066293?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7743745090744066293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=7743745090744066293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7743745090744066293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7743745090744066293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-numbing.html' title='Mind Numbing'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-7742244519846169875</id><published>2009-10-13T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:11:17.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://letterstonature.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/itsokaypluto_fullpic_1.gif" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep torturing myself?  Hopefully writing this post can put the feelings out there so I can let them go.  Feeling something for someone that doesn't feel the same for you is not only a let down, but also depressing.  When Will I learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.  That's what I feel but I had to ask the question.  It wasn't asked just out of curiosity.  It was asked because I already knew the answer.  That gut feeling that God gives you.  That intuition that you are are always aware of.  That tug in your mind and that pull in your heart.  That leads me to ask questions.  Answers are what I needed to finally have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I mad?  Hell Yeah!  More mad at myself for wasting years and wasting time.  I am mad at my feelings for putting me back in that place.  &lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Can't&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Let&lt;br /&gt;Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.He.Knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what never enough is like?  It's crushing.  It's every emotion happening at once.  It's pain thats like no other because there's nothing you can do about it.  Never enough is looking in the mirror and saying ugly, monster, disguist.  Never enough is that lump in your through and the tears you can't stop.  Never enough is wondering why.  Never enough is nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I am right now.  Stuck.At.Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-7742244519846169875?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7742244519846169875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=7742244519846169875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7742244519846169875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7742244519846169875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-enough.html' title='Never Enough...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-868411329055513992</id><published>2009-10-13T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:43:31.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Donny Hathaway type of day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIdhzBFbmLU"&gt;Giving Up...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kIdhzBFbmLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/kIdhzBFbmLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has much meaning to my day, and to my time.  It's time to release.  Sometimes you have to do what you don't ever want to do in order to get through what you need to do.  He said it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;When you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;Giving up .... so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;When you still depend upon&lt;br /&gt;Her warm and tender touch&lt;br /&gt;Her kiss and her hug..........her caress&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh that used to mean so much&lt;br /&gt;And bring you happiness&lt;br /&gt;Woooo ooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up, so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I've tried&lt;br /&gt;But it just ain't no use&lt;br /&gt;Giving up, so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I said I've tried&lt;br /&gt;But it just ain't no use&lt;br /&gt;But my light of hope is burning dim&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart I pray&lt;br /&gt;That my love and faith in the girl&lt;br /&gt;My love...will bring her back someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking 'bout when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether&lt;br /&gt;Whether she knows or not&lt;br /&gt;She really needs me tooThe little girl is all I got&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;And giving, giving up is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Giving up&lt;br /&gt;So hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Heey...giving up&lt;br /&gt;So very hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I said I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but I just can't get loose&lt;br /&gt;Giving up&lt;br /&gt;So hard for me to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mean so much to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-868411329055513992?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/868411329055513992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=868411329055513992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/868411329055513992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/868411329055513992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-donny-hathaway-type-of-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Donny Hathaway type of day'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-979218642182878417</id><published>2009-10-11T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:38:30.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/willow/geography-of-north-carolina1.gif" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a few things on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;1.  My aunt's recovery is dependant on her being here.  She perked up almost instantly.  She knew where she was without us telling her.  When my mom came in the hospital room, she smiled and it was on from there.  A childhood friend/cousin came by and she has been smiles ever since.  She know knows who I am without me having to say no I'm Tasha.  Yesterday some friends came by.  She was saying "Chicken is really country."  I was rolling.  She even saw a hand sign I gave my mom about how tight she was squeezing my hand.  She said "Tasha what's that hand signal about."  Uhm...I thought she was blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The health care is much better here than in Atlanta.  You would think the opposite because of the metro area.  Uhm. No.  So they found fluid in her brain and are proposing a shunt.  She should be at 75% when the fluid drains.  WOW!!  The social worker was great.  Lon will be going down to Social Services and put in the application for medicaid reactivation on Monday.  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  GK is still kinda annoying in the mornings.  I'm really not a morning person unless I get some "me time" and Dr. Pepper.  I am finally getting both.  Having cramps and a morning mother is not mixing at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  You can't change people.  Why even try?  Rather than being mad or upset all the time, just let it be.  Either write them off or deal with how they are now.  You can deal with them from a distance, meaning, don't let them come to close.  They will become less annoying and/or disappointing.  Although you see them trying...sometimes it's just temporary.  Don't be drawn in by the temporary changes unless they look like permanent settings.   I guess I'm turning into an old skeptic.  Hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My dad can still cook.  Today he is making bbq chicken, baked chicken, macroni and cheese and...BANANA PUDDING!!!!  I.LOVES.HIM.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My kids love my parents.  As much as she can be annoying, overbearing and just clash with me, my children...and I...love my mother.  But my children adore her and my dad.  They beam when they see them and are around them.  It's something about grandparents that make children light up and feel loved and cozy.  I love my grandparents too.  Miss them alot.  I went to my maternal grandparents' home.  I went in and found books and a picture my aunt made.  Brought the pic/calendar home to wash so she could have it at the nursing home.  Found one of her old hand fans.  I had Thumper give it to her in the hospital as I was leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-979218642182878417?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/979218642182878417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=979218642182878417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/979218642182878417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/979218642182878417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/carolina-blue.html' title='Carolina Blue'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-863397692151243253</id><published>2009-10-07T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:19:39.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rainy Day?</title><content type='html'>I'm convinced that I live in Seattle and no one's telling me that I've moved.  It has rained every week for the past month.  Not that rain isn't good.  It's the drinking water for the Earth, however, when the ground is already soaked, the drinking water turns into a flood and that's never good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I saw a rainbow as I exited off 285.  That always makes me smile.  I would smile harder if I ever bumped into the pot of gold that supposed to be at the end.  I'd kick the leprachaun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-863397692151243253?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/863397692151243253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=863397692151243253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/863397692151243253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/863397692151243253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-rainy-day.html' title='Another Rainy Day?'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5634119220165828800</id><published>2009-10-06T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:35:23.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the Living Dead</title><content type='html'>Yep that me today and was me yesterday. SLEEPY! I can't seem to get enough rest no matter what time I go to bed. I'm thinking it's the 5 am risings and constant disruptions during the night. I need uninterrupted sleep. Not meaning death or a coma, but maybe a coma like state of sleep that lasts 10 hrs. Then and maybe then, I will become energized. Right now I feel like a zombie. Not the cool ones in the Thriller video. More like the ones from Night of the Living Dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rhododendrites.com/blog/files/2009-06/livingdead.jpg" width="225" height="151"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5634119220165828800?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5634119220165828800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5634119220165828800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5634119220165828800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5634119220165828800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-of-living-dead.html' title='Night of the Living Dead'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-6989206454801147231</id><published>2009-09-27T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:26:21.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again...</title><content type='html'>I've encouraged someone to blog and journalize their thoughts, but I have not done the same.   It's time to begin again.  Blogging is something I initially did to alleviate the frustration that had become my life during '03.  It served as my personal stress reliever and pulled somethings out of me that I did not know was there.  Who knew I would be a poet.  However angry some of them had become, they were still words strung together that expressed my innermost thoughts and had a little rhyme here and there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now...Amir is 14 and Nuri's 10.  I'm now over the mid-30's hump and have grown a lot.  Ok well some maybe not as much as I should have but it's growing right?  Jerome is completely out of the picture, although he calls to curse me out.  I tried the be your friend thing, but that will never be enough.  His personality has it so you must be all or nothing.  So I'm nothing and fine with being just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as anyone else from the past that lingers, there's one that keeps popping up and refuses now to disappear.  I have no idea about this, but it is what it is and there you have it.  Stuck.  Don't know if stuck is good or bad right now.  Well today and yesterday and even this past week, stuck has been good.  Stuck has a way of turing bad at any moment.  Not that I'm calling the bad stuck into being, I'm must be honest with myself that it is what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-6989206454801147231?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6989206454801147231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=6989206454801147231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6989206454801147231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6989206454801147231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again...'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-8104445479341808366</id><published>2009-07-09T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:14:35.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Time</title><content type='html'>Mrs: Questo is just like you: http://www.okayplayer.com/news/uestlove-Remembers-The-Times-132-Michael-Jackson-Memories.html&lt;br /&gt;ahem: 67. i remember 20/20 doing a in depth focus report on The Jacksons. The&lt;br /&gt;first day of school (in the 4th grade) it was all we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i was met with indifference with non MJ fans&lt;br /&gt;who almost caught a beatdown for making fun of your high voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kindred spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I love me some Questo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 4:22 PM on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: son&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first magazine cutout my sister posted on our wall.&lt;br /&gt;she used too much glue and ripped a piece of it below his eye. was NOT&lt;br /&gt;a good look when you were alone in the dark staring at it as a kid and&lt;br /&gt;you looking back at me with the bad glue job soiling the photo&lt;br /&gt;watching my every move. shivers&lt;br /&gt;my pillow does the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;i put it in the basket at night&lt;br /&gt;cuz i feel like mike is staring at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: 26. i remember the radio spots i heard for the new Jackson lp and somehow&lt;br /&gt;i literally thought the album was going to be called "Smash Self&lt;br /&gt;Titled LP"&lt;br /&gt;DIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;87. i remember getting the ebony cover story of the jacksons and deciding&lt;br /&gt;the only way to get in this family is to auction off my sister. i dont&lt;br /&gt;think she minded for there was no woman who didn't dream at one point&lt;br /&gt;of wanting to marry mike.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is you: 101. i remember discovering and entire box of old Right On! and TCB! mags&lt;br /&gt;(from my sister) in the basement and it taking 3 weeks to build a&lt;br /&gt;jackson shrine on my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;when i went to detroit&lt;br /&gt;in minus 10 degree weather&lt;br /&gt;in 06&lt;br /&gt;February actually&lt;br /&gt;i went to Hitsville&lt;br /&gt;and touched it beause that's where michael touched it&lt;br /&gt;and i was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: wow&lt;br /&gt;I hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: crying...but no tears cuz it was too cold for water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: also: 118. i now remember there being about 200+ vendors on 52nd street selling&lt;br /&gt;bootleg leather jackets of mj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. i remember my mom buying me a bootleg for easter 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. i remember the chipped tooth i gave my cousin for making fun of my&lt;br /&gt;gear that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: and my cousin sayin you are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i dunno if he has this&lt;br /&gt;but i remember being confused when the words in the thiller liner were the child is not my son&lt;br /&gt;but he CLEARLY sings the KID is not my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: ME. TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: and i kept trying ot make it fit&lt;br /&gt;cuz MIKE WROTE THE WORDS&lt;br /&gt;and i must sing them like mike wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: And I remember being salty about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: such a neard&lt;br /&gt;oops nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I remember opening up the Thriller album and putting it on my couch so it looked like Mike was lying on it and when he'd sing the line in Human Nature where he'd be like see that girl she knows I'm watching...she likes the way I stare, I would totally agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---- Nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I remember that we didn't have much to do in elementary school in June so they'd show movies in the auditorium&lt;br /&gt;son they showed The Wiz&lt;br /&gt;they split it into 2 parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: we saw the first part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i remember can you feel it video sound effects scaring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: but someting hanppened the next day and we didn't see the rest&lt;br /&gt;we damn near rioted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: they had to give us more recess&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I remember linking arms with my homies and easing on down the hall&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i remember reading in Right On that Michael hates litterbugs... from that point on I have not littered. I put trash in my purse or pockets until i can get to a trashcan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: I was at my grandma's house using the bathroom cuz it was the only quiet place&lt;br /&gt;and i had my mag&lt;br /&gt;that i just got&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my tribute issue of Rolling Stone to arrive&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm waiting for the new Right On to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: they sent me an email talmbout buy it on stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: Word up has a MJ&lt;br /&gt;i saw it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I was like fuck that noise&lt;br /&gt;i'm not buyin shit&lt;br /&gt;I paid for it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: ohmygoodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: that shit better have been delivered&lt;br /&gt;or I'm callin them&lt;br /&gt;it came out tues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: I remember taping motown 25 from the tv with the cassette recorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;I have that shit on my computer now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: u know the one that u had to push down play and record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: just his and the J5&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;I used to tape from the radio with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: I had the tape FOREVER til it popped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 4:43 PM on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: 131. i remember the day Bad came out and i found out that day Scott La&lt;br /&gt;Rock passed&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;i remember crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 4:46 PM on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I remember that too&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;I know where it happened too&lt;br /&gt;I remember when they said his family took him off life support&lt;br /&gt;and the My Phillosphy video with his kids in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i remember seeing malcolm X for the first time on that video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i added my comment&lt;br /&gt;Amuri: ...&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading the words on the liner of Thriller that Christmas and seeing Billie Jean had "the child is not my son" when he clearly sang "the kid is not my son", and trying to fit it in. I also remember hitting my brother in the middle of the forehead with my Atari controller because he said something slick about MJ, then going back to playing PacMan. I remember taping Mowtown 25 from the tv with my portable cassette player (when you had to press down record and play at the same time). I also remember when that tape broke and splicing didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories.1&lt;br /&gt;I also remember getting 3 MJ dolls and an alternate yellow sweater outfit the next christmas&lt;br /&gt;and being salty when my aunt asked me to give my cousin one doll cuz HE didn't have one to play with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: last one for the day...maybe&lt;br /&gt;I remember not being so scared of thriller that i could FINALLY listen to it outside of my closet because having rhythm meant i had the soul for getting down. so the thriller would not get me and i wouldn't have to face the hounds of hell or rot inside a corpse shell&lt;br /&gt;I remember being happy i could dance&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i'm trying to remember not being such a big nerd&lt;br /&gt;memory fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: true&lt;br /&gt;the those feelings never go away&lt;br /&gt;I remember how mad kids rocked penny loafers with white socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: u are gonna laff at this... when we were moving out of our apt in 1986, it took me so long to pack my room because i had to make sure the pics from my wall were in order so they could be hung the same way in my new room in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: with black lees&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: I also remember having to paint the wall because the MJ pics took off the paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: nICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: muh bad&lt;br /&gt;now anye was able to download the file&lt;br /&gt;from the link&lt;br /&gt;http://www.filedropper.com/jackson5andjacksons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:00 PM on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: omg the pennyloafers&lt;br /&gt;son&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;and i remember wanting a curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: everyone and I do mean everyone rocked them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: and my mama saying no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: yo&lt;br /&gt;my moms shut me down too&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my shit to look like Ola Ray's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i thought mike liked girls with curls since h&lt;br /&gt;JINX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: I remember seeing the number to Jackson INC in the ebony magazine when randy was in the accident&lt;br /&gt;and writing in myu phone book saying i had mike's number&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the last BIG ebony's&lt;br /&gt;remember when that mag was the size of a coffee table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: YES&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember that though&lt;br /&gt;I just texted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: u weren't a stalker like i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: don't have it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: you should have it soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: June, 1980&lt;br /&gt;Gary Coleman. Sidney Poitier, Jackie Robinson, Richmond, Randy Jackson’s Tragic Accident&lt;br /&gt;G/VG&lt;br /&gt;$15.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;i was 10&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;i'm trippin&lt;br /&gt;and i remember that shit&lt;br /&gt;no mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: dag&lt;br /&gt;did you get the text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: http://cgi.ebay.com/Ebony-June-1980-Gary-Coleman-Sidney-Poitier_W0QQitemZ290329152155QQcategoryZ280QQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp4340.m183QQ_trkparmsZalgo%3DSIC%26its%3DI%252BC%252BS%252BIA%26itu%3DSI%252BUS-BWR%252BUCI%252BIA%252BUCC%252BPSS%252BCRS%252BIT%252BUA%26otn%3D2%26ps%3D33&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;just go tit&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Wow&lt;br /&gt;Also, to this day that is my favorite pic of him&lt;br /&gt;he just looked so suave&lt;br /&gt;and so dreamy&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 5:10 PM on Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8104445479341808366?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8104445479341808366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8104445479341808366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8104445479341808366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8104445479341808366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-time.html' title='Remember the Time'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-1080712104722809657</id><published>2009-05-29T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:19:18.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Down Bronx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/standwithsotomayor/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.barackobama.com/images/sotomayor/sotomayor1.jpg" width="150" height="200" title="I stand with Judge Sotomayor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1080712104722809657?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1080712104722809657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=1080712104722809657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1080712104722809657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1080712104722809657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/boogie-down-bronx.html' title='Boogie Down Bronx'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-8194031354546773647</id><published>2008-12-09T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:00:05.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Poems are back</title><content type='html'>In light of our situations here at work.  I wrote this to let off a little steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s corporate edict&lt;br /&gt;Is to bend over and take that mean dick&lt;br /&gt;In the ass..it’ll be over real quick&lt;br /&gt;Then off you go with a swift kick&lt;br /&gt;Cus it’s their world my thoughts don’t mean shit&lt;br /&gt;It’ll mean a lot more when the shield is broke with this big brick&lt;br /&gt;Upside your head I’ll go with my crazy swagger stick&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you ass holes, high level trick and prick&lt;br /&gt;Signed of angry corporate black chick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8194031354546773647?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8194031354546773647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8194031354546773647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8194031354546773647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8194031354546773647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/anger-poems-are-back.html' title='Anger Poems are back'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5796464619339762819</id><published>2008-11-23T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:45:41.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spirits keep trying to give you a blessing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gathering at the D-Man's house was great.  It was a few people with positive energy gathered together for a cause that was not their intimate own but was personally owned by each.  How do you know you are loved?  When people gather for your happiness, while you are living, is an ultimate show of love and being loved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after a couple (only a couple) of happy punch, I was GREAT!  Nuri and Amir came too and enjoyed themselves.  Talk about comfortable, Nuri was asleep in front of the fire.  AHHHHH!  That's when you know you are among goodness.  I am thankful for that goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in comes Gypsy and her cards.  Who's ready for a Tarot reading??? ME!!!  I had been wanting it for a while, but desired someone who was not in it for the money, but in it for the gift.  And then, Gypsy.  So although I was a bit afraid, she read me like she worked for the government.  She saw my thoughts like she was in my mind.  Like she was allowed a sneak peak in my life book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who went in came out with a glazed look.  Not like that of she did something to me, but that of how did she know?  How does she know?  When will I know? :)  I need her once a quarter!  Her being there, me being there, nothings ever a mistake.  There are no such things as coincidence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the message and the messenger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5796464619339762819?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5796464619339762819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5796464619339762819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5796464619339762819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5796464619339762819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-party.html' title='Reading Party'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5220515634345112600</id><published>2008-08-20T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:35:55.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/SKxx8ig_R5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLtcQTqARmM/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/SKxx8ig_R5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLtcQTqARmM/s400/0_IMAGE_188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236685751596304274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the blow dried look is apparently in style forever.  I also think I'm cute with my hair anyway...but sexier with the straight hair.  With that being said, my hair made me feel better.  I know the song says, "I am not my hair", however the way you maintain your mane is an outside reflection of your internal state.  I can wet the head and have the afro again, however, if I do not comb the afro, train the afro, mold the afro, then I have a hot mess.  If I don't feel that peace within, then I will not have the patience to maintain the afro, because I am not maintaining my mental state.  My homie Max said, "you start forgetting yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you become invisible to others and yourself."  That is quite true.  When you are lost in the sea of your own sameness, you fade in the background surrounding you.  Even with a fro that's a greater size than the famous Angela Davis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I changed my game and stepped it up.  Then I got the clothes to match the new look.  But the first change was in the attitude behind the whole Muri Modification.  So anyway...the old/new me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5220515634345112600?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5220515634345112600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5220515634345112600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5220515634345112600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5220515634345112600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-new-look.html' title='Old New Look'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/SKxx8ig_R5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLtcQTqARmM/s72-c/0_IMAGE_188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-7334208747452582947</id><published>2008-06-20T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T05:55:31.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of the way</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we can stand in our own way and not allow the flow of what is really to pass, to come to us.  We call ourselves standing steadfast and being a rock, however, there are forces that cause that rock to move, for instance water.  In the Midwest, there are stone walls created to make the Mississippi River stay away from the land where people are inhabiting.  They are called levees.  But when the water gets high enough, when the current gets strong enough, even that stone wall has to give way to the power of that force.  We are like that stone wall too.  We think we can hold back the forces of change.  We love to live in what is known to us, but like all things, the change must come.  We must evolve, we must get out of our own way or we can get pushed out, no matter how stubborn we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change can become freeing.  Change can bring about a purpose or give us renewed meaning.  Change can energize us and cause that energy to be transferred into others. Another word for getting out of your way and letting the change happen is called faith.  Faith is not just mere believing that you won't fail, faith is knowing that you will win.  Maybe not the win you imagined before you made that first step, but the win that was destined for you before you took your first breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-7334208747452582947?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7334208747452582947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=7334208747452582947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7334208747452582947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7334208747452582947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-out-of-way.html' title='Getting out of the way'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-1707291632591056417</id><published>2008-06-02T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:27:38.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PMP</title><content type='html'>Well I have begun the second part of the process in getting my Project Management Professional Certification from PMI (Project Management Institute).  It's going to take time to document all of the projects I've worked on over the years to their specification.  At least I have registered with them and have one step to apply to take the exam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...to take the exam.  I am studying dilligently for it.  This is worse than being in school, because it's not something I find particularly interesting to read.  At least when I study history or even in my Business Management classes, I found interest in it.  Especially history.  Oh well..cry myself a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the grind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1707291632591056417?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1707291632591056417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=1707291632591056417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1707291632591056417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1707291632591056417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/pmp.html' title='PMP'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-1467355585829402529</id><published>2008-05-29T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:46:32.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ties that Bind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert F Williams'/><title type='text'>My Family Amazes me</title><content type='html'>There are so many times when we are ashamed of the actions of some in our family.  There are times when many wish they were born into another.  The trials, happiness and fights in my family have shaped me.  There are ties that formed before slavery that were made tighter through the need to find closeness because of the horror of slavery that binds us ever tighter, even when you fight to get loose.  I often wondered why seeing the movie "Cry Freedom" effected my emotions and started a yearning to do so much more.  Then I found out it's a family trait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...my cousin Robert Williams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MNyBLvj0ho&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MNyBLvj0ho&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV7qK_yI89k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV7qK_yI89k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8-G1i3Wj1E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8-G1i3Wj1E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRh4waT7zOY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRh4waT7zOY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LCQbZcYBvY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LCQbZcYBvY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYfV3oEa42Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYfV3oEa42Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHw5OfsP7-M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHw5OfsP7-M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1467355585829402529?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1467355585829402529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=1467355585829402529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1467355585829402529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1467355585829402529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/decendent-of-sikes.html' title='My Family Amazes me'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5508387931607231929</id><published>2008-05-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:09:22.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking it down to forever be broke</title><content type='html'>I have refused to continue the cycle of thinking...well I can live with it.  It's like giving up and accepting defeat when there's no need to do so.  So, I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself questiong what you can live with and changing yourself and your thinking to adapt, something's not right.  J is and will always be both victim and perpetrator of his behavioral circumstance and I can't take that misery ride with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to be loved can not override your God-given common sense.  There's not that much promise of what will be in the world.  When someone's head movements and hand gestures give you the same feeling as seeing Flav kiss anyone...it's time to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a way out&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Took&lt;br /&gt;It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5508387931607231929?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5508387931607231929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5508387931607231929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5508387931607231929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5508387931607231929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-it-down-to-forever-be-broke.html' title='Breaking it down to forever be broke'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-6884520306167075323</id><published>2008-05-29T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:59:33.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Man Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have had foretelling dreams for years.  Dreams about Dead people, Dreams about events, however, this sequence of dreams I can't shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no suprise that I don't do well with change and especially the change caused by death.  I'm not sure if anyone really does.  His death really shook me because of the coldness in the killing and the instant of the moment.  I never let go of the question, "What did he think when the gun was pointed to the head?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my cousin was no angel.  He did his share of dirt, but nothing he did could have deserved to die in that way.  One gunshot to the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't tell me why I have been dreaming about him lately.  Yes I miss him.  Yes I will love him forever.  But he's not the only one I miss or love.  Saturday night I dreamed he said he wasn't dead but was in Witness Protection.  Ok innocent enough.  The anniversary of his death was Monday.  I didn't have it in my mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed I was at the funeral.  I could see him in the casket.  I touched his face.  It was warm and soft.    I can still feel the touch.  I can still see the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him greatly...however he can stop haunting if he wants :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-6884520306167075323?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6884520306167075323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=6884520306167075323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6884520306167075323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6884520306167075323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/dead-man-dreams.html' title='Dead Man Dreams'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5757482220387306874</id><published>2008-05-04T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:25:52.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down By Law</title><content type='html'>That should be my catch phrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah wedding plans have halted.  Not because I don't want one, but because it's so far away and is such a task.  House buying plans are what's on the menu this month.  Maybe in October I'll be ready to plan a wedding.  Watching HGTV makes me want to plan a house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5757482220387306874?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5757482220387306874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5757482220387306874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5757482220387306874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5757482220387306874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/down-by-law.html' title='Down By Law'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-9192140449974498661</id><published>2008-04-02T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:50:03.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Done with this day.  It’s not that anything major happened.  People are just getting on my last nerve today with complaints.  Hey if you had a MONTH to try out a new feature, and chose not to, you don’t have a valid complaint when it rolls out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, my brother is enrolling in school to get his GED.  I’m so proud of him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a talk with Jerome today letting him know that when he's around some of his boys, he changes.  Now this is not the first of this kind of conversation.  The thing is, he turns into his show personality when he's with them.  Well when you are that person, don't communicate with me.  I don't deserve that.  We'll see what happens.  This isn't the first time he said it will change...and it hasn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-9192140449974498661?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9192140449974498661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=9192140449974498661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/9192140449974498661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/9192140449974498661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/ready-to-go-home.html' title='Ready to Go home'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-6417991575135900095</id><published>2008-03-31T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:33:52.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Engagements and a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/R_EuEoT1aaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bx4CUmcJdGc/s1600-h/DSCF6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183975303155116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/R_EuEoT1aaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bx4CUmcJdGc/s400/DSCF6616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/R_EuE4T1abI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Pq4gwZ7mn8I/s1600-h/bride+to+be.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183975307450083762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/R_EuE4T1abI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Pq4gwZ7mn8I/s400/bride+to+be.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/crushontasha.weddingwindow.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So B, Nuri, Amir and I went to the bridal store Saturday and tried on dresses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://crushontasha.weddingwindow.com/index.html"&gt;http://crushontasha.weddingwindow.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-6417991575135900095?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6417991575135900095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=6417991575135900095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6417991575135900095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/6417991575135900095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-engagements-and-wedding.html' title='Three Engagements and a Wedding'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0G7t_gVJso/R_EuEoT1aaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bx4CUmcJdGc/s72-c/DSCF6616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-5853621066362000834</id><published>2008-03-20T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:04:07.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Evening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stasha&apos;s on Standby'/><title type='text'>Making Nice</title><content type='html'>So now I'm feeling better.  The bank FINALLY gave me my money after I went off on their Customer Service.  Dumb Bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry made nice because he knows when Stasha comes...Hell follows.  He asked again when Max's party is and said AGAIN that he's sending me to it.   &lt;strong&gt;BROOKLYNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!  &lt;/strong&gt;He's doing a show in April and using the dough for that for the ticket.  Said I deserved the fun with my peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he found out Max is a SAG also and is making sure she comes to the party in November.   Uhm she was already coming maybe?  Cuz...I was gonna make sure she came.  However nice to be excited about her coming.  FYI...she won't give a shit about his excitement.  That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to a boring ass PTA meeting.  MY GOD...how many power point slides can a person fumble through?  On the upside, they fed us some great food and they were not stingy.  Nuri is such a girl too.  I watched her and her crew giggle, make faces and act extra.  It was cute and reminded me of my TWEEN years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the book is going to come along.  Jerry went to a book signing today and networked with the publisher.  She needs the full draft and then she'll take it from there.  Good Look Chad on the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's going to be a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5853621066362000834?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5853621066362000834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5853621066362000834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5853621066362000834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5853621066362000834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-nice.html' title='Making Nice'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-3947436794186499981</id><published>2008-03-20T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:23:17.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need an extended vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch Ass Niggas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoe Fall Back'/><title type='text'>Fall The Fuck Back</title><content type='html'>When approaching me today, I need people to really think on the matter, make sure it's of importance and that it is presented in the right manner.  Basically...I need folks to fall the fuck back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it REALLY that important to bring it to me TODAY?  Is it really important for me to act on it TODAY?  If not, let's regroup and try on Monday.  Why is my mama calling me RIGHT NOW?!?!?!  I'm at work...let me have this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.  I am for real tired of having to explain, in full force definition, why.  If I decide something, no matter how great or small, and I don't offer an explanation, and you ain't paying one of my bills...don't fucking ask me why.  Now there are times I choose to offer...voluntarily...however, don't drill me.  I'm a grown ass woman.  I have two children that I solely take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me speak on that.  How in the hell do YOU decide when and when you do not have the "extra" funds to take care of your child?  No really...when did taking care of your child come out of the "extra" portion of your budget?  Is there a manual somewhere that I know nothing about?  When did sending a 12 year old 400 motha fuckin dollaz for chirstmas become ok when you have failed to send ANYTHING for his caretaking for 5 to 7 months?   And then ask me, did you see what I gave him?  The fuck?   When did "I thought the money came out of my check" become acceptable?  When did "I don't check my pay stubs to see" become the in thing?  See those niggaz right there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when did I start fucking chicks?  No for real.  When?  How is someone going to start treating me like I cheated on them?  I can understand being mad, but being mad enough to just cut a friendship off?  For real????   Ya know what, in my twisted mind, then we were never friends to begin with.  And I don't really have friends.  You are either my sister or my brother.  Otherwise you are just somebody I speak to.   So for real...if you say fuck it and fuck me...I say fuck it all and add that to "friendship" to the bullshit graveyard and keep it moving.  And I don't believe in reincarnation so please...don't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to other mothafuckas friends trying to test me.  For real...tell your girl...your boy...wateva..the don't want it with me.  They are your friend, not mine so keep that shit between and betwix ya'll.  Unless ya'lls convos or outings have something positive that I MAY want to know know about...let me stress may...then keep it with ya'll.  I don't give a fuck about them and apparently they don't about me, so keep me out of ya'lls conversations for real.  Make our relationship a non-topic.  Cuz for real...I'm not the one.   Folks hate it when people are actually happy.  When they are used to seeing you down, any other type of "mode" they find you in causes uneasyness with them and they can't deal.  Fucking tattle-tale, 3rd grade, drama, bitch shit mothafuckaz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this weekend will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-3947436794186499981?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3947436794186499981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=3947436794186499981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3947436794186499981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3947436794186499981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/fall-fuck-back.html' title='Fall The Fuck Back'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-7982922143762125936</id><published>2008-03-20T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:49:54.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See this bullshit right here...</title><content type='html'>Natasha: and i said well don't even worry about it&lt;br /&gt;i think we got a bonus or soemthing&lt;br /&gt;so really she aint speaking to me&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm pissed about that bitch shit&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done&lt;br /&gt;B: damn&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: and i aint speaking to jerome&lt;br /&gt;cuz that nigga there&lt;br /&gt;B: what nigga?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: jerome&lt;br /&gt;oh everybody that has pissed me off is a nigga&lt;br /&gt;B: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: chicki or dude&lt;br /&gt;B: okay&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: nigga&lt;br /&gt;B: i was confused for a sec&lt;br /&gt;i'm like..wha..&lt;br /&gt;what did he do now?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: oh his girl&lt;br /&gt;told him about me and busy&lt;br /&gt;about a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was filling max in on how everybody's a nigga&lt;br /&gt;and she's like holy shit&lt;br /&gt;i hate everyone too&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fight too&lt;br /&gt;B: lol&lt;br /&gt;she stupid&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: she said everybody is stupid fuck today&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah her name is Missy&lt;br /&gt;jerome's friend&lt;br /&gt;anywho&lt;br /&gt;she told him about me and Busy&lt;br /&gt;it's not the fact that she told him&lt;br /&gt;it's how it went down&lt;br /&gt;she asks him about me on the often&lt;br /&gt;she waits until i'm coming up&lt;br /&gt;until she finds out how we are getting closer&lt;br /&gt;to tell him&lt;br /&gt;but she's known for about a year&lt;br /&gt;and felt he should know&lt;br /&gt;WHY THeFUCK&lt;br /&gt;if u felt so strongly he should know&lt;br /&gt;did u not tell him a while ago&lt;br /&gt;so u want some drama?&lt;br /&gt;B: basically&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: dis bitch took off work&lt;br /&gt;drove from Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;to tell him&lt;br /&gt;then the bitch started crying&lt;br /&gt;talkin bout i dn't want u to go back out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;behind this&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;says&lt;br /&gt;"i felt if you found out you would go back out in the streets because you would be so hurt"&lt;br /&gt;THEN...why did u tell him?&lt;br /&gt;B: was her phone broke?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: she&lt;br /&gt;wanted&lt;br /&gt;drama&lt;br /&gt;then kept asking...what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;and he said nothing&lt;br /&gt;i love tasha&lt;br /&gt;we weren't together&lt;br /&gt;B: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: so she goes&lt;br /&gt;are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;he was like it don't make a difference to me&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;fast forward&lt;br /&gt;two weeks...i'm in NYC&lt;br /&gt;he has it on his mind&lt;br /&gt;kept hinting&lt;br /&gt;saying "i haven't been with anybody since i've bene with you"&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;"i dont want to know what you did when we weren't together"&lt;br /&gt;well i knew then but i said nothing because he didn't ask and it wasn't his business&lt;br /&gt;aight&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to monday&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;i get the...&lt;br /&gt;i have two questions to ask you and i want to know if you will tell me the truth and promise to answer it&lt;br /&gt;i say...the hell...are we in high school&lt;br /&gt;just ask the damn question&lt;br /&gt;he says it doesn't matter what the answers are because it changes nothing&lt;br /&gt;i say...then why are u asking&lt;br /&gt;that's dumb&lt;br /&gt;B: lol&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i am such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;anywho...&lt;br /&gt;he asks the first question...i can't even remember what it is&lt;br /&gt;second one was about busy&lt;br /&gt;i said why are u asking me this&lt;br /&gt;he said just wondering&lt;br /&gt;i call bullshit now why are u asking&lt;br /&gt;i said because u asked i will answer&lt;br /&gt;and i told him&lt;br /&gt;i also said it really is none of your business but since someone probably filled your ear with sume bullshit...i told you&lt;br /&gt;so i asked who told him&lt;br /&gt;he told me missy and told me what happened&lt;br /&gt;and that he wanted to ask me while i was in NY but he knew i would go off&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 10:37 AM on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: so fastforward to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;cuz i had time for that shit to sink in&lt;br /&gt;and other stuff to piss me the fuck off&lt;br /&gt;and he tells me...she's just looking out for me&lt;br /&gt;she just loves me&lt;br /&gt;i call bullshit again&lt;br /&gt;i say don't try to make me like her&lt;br /&gt;i don't&lt;br /&gt;i wont&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me to hang out with her. i pass now for future events&lt;br /&gt;he says well i told her what you said and she gives you credit for telling the truth. you actually got her quiet&lt;br /&gt;i said that was supposed to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;FUCK HER and her credit&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fuck about her and what she thinks&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she's planting bullshit seeds is what's making me heated&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you are giving reports to her makes me wanna say fuck you too&lt;br /&gt;i was cussin like a drunken sailor playa&lt;br /&gt;B: LOL&lt;br /&gt;yeah, telling you that he told her&lt;br /&gt;NOT HELPING&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;see u know me&lt;br /&gt;and u know how i was gonna react&lt;br /&gt;so he doesn't understand why i'm pissed at him&lt;br /&gt;i kept trying to say becaue u fed into the bullshit she was brining&lt;br /&gt;B: right&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: the fact that it stayed on your mind even tho u say it "doesn't matter"&lt;br /&gt;it mattered&lt;br /&gt;it mattered enuff for you to report back that i said yes&lt;br /&gt;or as you say i confessed&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;what were ya'll trying to test me?&lt;br /&gt;for real?&lt;br /&gt;nigga u dont see me bringing cups and shit to new york for a urine sample&lt;br /&gt;and u testing me&lt;br /&gt;on some shit i did three years ago and we WERENT TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;and he aint one of your boys at all...matter of fact u haven't had a decent convo with this dude in 20years&lt;br /&gt;he was like i love you tasha and u are letting this push you away from me&lt;br /&gt;i said u should have kept it&lt;br /&gt;if it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;he said well i felt u needed to clear your conscious and the air&lt;br /&gt;MY conscious and air were VERY CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;the fuck u think u dealing with?&lt;br /&gt;i aint her&lt;br /&gt;that chick&lt;br /&gt;so basically&lt;br /&gt;i got off the phone&lt;br /&gt;aint talked to him since&lt;br /&gt;betwix him, my mama, vic's bullshit, antwon (wayne) and work...&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation&lt;br /&gt;ok my rant is done&lt;br /&gt;i may blog the rant&lt;br /&gt;B: you should&lt;br /&gt;it's cathartic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-7982922143762125936?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7982922143762125936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=7982922143762125936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/7982922143762125936'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;B: did nuri pick hers out?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: yes&lt;br /&gt;they are hanna montana&lt;br /&gt;B: wow&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: purple even&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 9:35 AM on Friday&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: u like nuri's glasses?&lt;br /&gt;B: i think they are too thick for her face&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: mine are almost like them&lt;br /&gt;B: I WANNA SEE&lt;br /&gt;do you have them on now?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: soon as i get them&lt;br /&gt;no they aren't ready&lt;br /&gt;B: oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i got transisitions lenses&lt;br /&gt;that child LOVES her glasses&lt;br /&gt;i'm like u can take them off&lt;br /&gt;to sleep&lt;br /&gt;B: lol&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: amir has a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;did i already tell u&lt;br /&gt;B: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: yeah&lt;br /&gt;B: what's her name?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i forgot to ask&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;he goes..i hope she still likes me with glasses&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 9:54 AM on Friday&lt;br /&gt;B: imma need u to ask&lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet her&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 9:57 AM on Friday&lt;br /&gt;B: do you at least know the nationality?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: black&lt;br /&gt;i think there are like 6 white people at his school.&lt;br /&gt;none in his classes&lt;br /&gt;B: ol&lt;br /&gt;lol*&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;B: how long dey been together?&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: since 7th period yesterday&lt;br /&gt;B: LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm literally rollin&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;they started dating in 5th period&lt;br /&gt;and became official by 7th&lt;br /&gt;DO U KNOW how much I wanted to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;B: dawg&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you told me now&lt;br /&gt;adn he didn't tell me&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;i made sure his fro was tight&lt;br /&gt;he had his glasses cleaner cloth...that ironically matches the colors he has on today...green&lt;br /&gt;he had is breath stuff&lt;br /&gt;he had is carmax&lt;br /&gt;and i brought my personal pic&lt;br /&gt;B: NOT THE CARMAX!!!&lt;br /&gt;faints&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: YES&lt;br /&gt;lips have to be moist&lt;br /&gt;never ashey&lt;br /&gt;B: this is too much&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: he cleaned his shoes&lt;br /&gt;his nikes&lt;br /&gt;and i gave him ten dollaz for the dance to buy her a snack too&lt;br /&gt;B: awwwww&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i'll keep u posted&lt;br /&gt;B: i'm like so excitee&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: i showed him how to put numbas in his phone&lt;br /&gt;so he can get hers&lt;br /&gt;B: HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: made sure he took his phone&lt;br /&gt;cuz he has to call and as her parents if she can get phone calls&lt;br /&gt;cuz u know&lt;br /&gt;some parents arent down with that&lt;br /&gt;mine wasn't&lt;br /&gt;B: yeah&lt;br /&gt;do mind if i tell like.....&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know?&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;it was all thru notes&lt;br /&gt;she had their mutual friend&lt;br /&gt;send a note to amir&lt;br /&gt;saying do you like the girl sitting behind me&lt;br /&gt;he wrote yes&lt;br /&gt;next note do u think she's cute&lt;br /&gt;B: OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: yes&lt;br /&gt;ok now move to 6th period&lt;br /&gt;would u like to go with her&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;7th period they had to share books...&lt;br /&gt;do you want to switch seats with me so u can share a book with your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;blush&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon they will dance!&lt;br /&gt;B: it's like a fairy tale!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: YES!&lt;br /&gt;a 7th grade fairytale&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;end of the day yesterday...he calls his mom to tell her the news...THAD BE ME!&lt;br /&gt;this is going on my blog&lt;br /&gt;B: PLEASE MAKE IT A BLOG&lt;br /&gt;he's getting more action than me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally happy for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Girlfriend!'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-4023736406956887122</id><published>2008-02-22T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:33:56.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Focus Can't Be On Me</title><content type='html'>Everyday life has a chance to send you to a curve in the road that you didn’t know was there.  Today was my chance.  How do you handle a situation where you are the protected, but one of those you have vowed to protect with your life is hurt?  How do you forgive yourself for allowing someone to slip through your tight grip you thought you had?  But the focus now can’t be on me.  It has to be on the one I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lioness in me wants to take action.  Not the kind of action that is coupled with love, but the action that serves as a pre-requisite to a life sentence.  No one knows how you will react until you get this situation, this demon, this humanly inconceivable thing placed in front of them.  Then and only then can you rely upon your upbringing, your common sense, your human sense and your God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minister was asked the question, what is love?  His answer was Love is God and God is Love.  The is can be represented mathematically with an equal sign (=).  Right now, the emotion I am feeling is Hate.  So I = Hate, but I do not want to run the chance of Hate = Me.  It’s easy to be consumed in your emotions.  But again…the focus can’t be on me.  It has to be on the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-4023736406956887122?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4023736406956887122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=4023736406956887122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/4023736406956887122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/4023736406956887122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/focus-cant-be-on-me.html' title='The Focus Can&apos;t Be On Me'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-8676322294561129084</id><published>2007-04-30T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:50:03.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TCD</title><content type='html'>This year I want a house in this neighborhood or somewhere like it: &lt;a href="http://thepreserveeastatlanta.com/"&gt;http://thepreserveeastatlanta.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Now in order to make that dream come true, I have to start baking some extra bread...ya dig?  My son said to me yesterday, "Ma I wish I could get a job and work so you don't have to work so hard."  And that is the example of a woman that I want him to know.  One who is going to work hard to get what her family deserves.  One who will not wait on anyone to give it but to go find the opportunity to snatch it up.  With that being said...it's all about the money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ashie &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;lockin &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ollaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-8676322294561129084?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8676322294561129084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=8676322294561129084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8676322294561129084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/8676322294561129084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/tcd.html' title='TCD'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-1748719356433570540</id><published>2007-04-26T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:43:39.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case you missed the debate last night...</title><content type='html'>As transcribed to J-Love last night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: lmao@this debate&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: this canidate said&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: sen. gravelle&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] J-Love: what debate?&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: presidential debate&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] J-Love: oh chile&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: it's at South Carolina State&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] J-Love: um-hmm&lt;br /&gt;[19:31] Me: hilary is talking now&lt;br /&gt;[19:32] J-Love: what did the candidate say?&lt;br /&gt;[19:33] J-Love: (you left me hanging)&lt;br /&gt;[19:33] Me: they question to him was...&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: it was said that when u spoke to &lt;insert&gt;you stated it does not matter whether or not u win or lose&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: why are you here then?&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: he said well...that was before i was on three panels with the others here&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: it's like being in the senate&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: after the first six months you wonder...how in the hell did some of these people get here&lt;br /&gt;[19:34] Me: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;[19:35] Me: they are talking about abortion now&lt;br /&gt;[19:35] J-Love: ha!&lt;br /&gt;[19:35] J-Love: that's a durn good answer&lt;br /&gt;[19:35] Me: ok here come joe bidin&lt;br /&gt;[19:36] Me: i heart his talking cuz he shoots himself in the foot&lt;br /&gt;[19:37] J-Love: lol&lt;br /&gt;[19:37] J-Love: has he did it yet?&lt;br /&gt;[19:37] Me: no but he addressed it&lt;br /&gt;[19:38] Me: he said he stands for what he believes that's why they say i'm so outspoken&lt;br /&gt;[19:38] J-Love: then he retreats?&lt;br /&gt;[19:39] Me: there really wasn't a bad question&lt;br /&gt;[19:39] Me: i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] Me: now they are talking about healthcare&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] J-Love: ironically&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] J-Love: so is the simpsons&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] J-Love: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] J-Love: jk&lt;br /&gt;[19:48] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[19:49] Me: lord&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] Me: i missed the thumbs&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] Me: rather than pointing&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] Me: they use thumbs&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] Me: i had forgotten about that&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] J-Love: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] J-Love: yes -- its passive&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] Me: I LOVE ELECTION TIME&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] J-Love: lol&lt;br /&gt;[19:50] J-Love: sadly&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] J-Love: it's ONLY THE FREAKING BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] Me: oh wow you could have emailed your questions&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] Me: how&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] J-Love: WE'VE GOT ANOTHER WHOLE YEAR OF THE MESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] Me: they were asked if they support the NAACP in getting the confederate flag removed&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] Me: WHA?&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] J-Love: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;[19:51] Me: jo bidin didnt answer the question&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] J-Love: it's a hot topic in the southern states&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] J-Love: lmao&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: he said it was best to show off the black college&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: WTH?&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] J-Love: that must be a footnmouth question for him&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: obama said...the confederat flag should be in the museum&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] J-Love: ha!&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: then he said but...we need to debate about the black infant mortality rate&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] J-Love: go on barack!!!&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: he went off on other stuff&lt;br /&gt;[19:52] Me: next question&lt;br /&gt;[19:53] Me: what is the most significant political/professional mistake u made in teh last 20 years&lt;br /&gt;[19:53] Me: one sentence&lt;br /&gt;[19:53] Me: they tell 10&lt;br /&gt;[19:53] Me: of them&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: hil said believing the president&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: barak said&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: when he first arrived in the senate and terry shivold&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: and the bill that the congrees interfere&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: bidin&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: over estimating the confidence in the admin. and underestimating the arrogance&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: john edwards&lt;br /&gt;[19:54] Me: voting for the war&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: Dodd...voting on the war&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: Gov. Richards - impatient&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: richardson&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: his answer is too long&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: he said raising the min wage by ramming it down their throats&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] J-Love: lol&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] J-Love: i don't have to watch debats&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] J-Love: i just IM you&lt;br /&gt;[19:55] Me: u got me&lt;br /&gt;[19:56] Me: now they are talking about immigration&lt;br /&gt;[19:56] Me: Question for bidin&lt;br /&gt;[19:56] Me: least number of people going for science and engineering...how will u change it?&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: he said change the format of education now. smaller classes and better teachers&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: LAWD&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: Drug Test should be for welfar recipient&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: um ...&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: Sen. Dodd said no&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: what???&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: how da helllllll&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: the family needs help not just that one person&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: does that promote the science and engineering studies???&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: wtf??:&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] J-Love: did he hear the question??&lt;br /&gt;[19:57] Me: ok sen edwards....Why is gas still high&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] Me: edwards said because the demand is high&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] J-Love: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] J-Love: economics class&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] J-Love: he got a D&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] Me: i paraphrased&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] Me: he said ask american to be patriotic about something other than war but to conserve&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] J-Love: real answer - our pres is an oil man himself&lt;br /&gt;[19:58] Me: ok a lady wants to drop med insurance cuz it costs too much&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: Sen Kucinich says....&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: premiums copays deductibles profit the insurance companies&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: he wants universal healthcare not for profit&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: we are already paying for it just not getting it&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: ok a one sentence question&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] Me: lawd he has to find it&lt;br /&gt;[19:59] J-Love: he must plan to move the country to the european continent&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: while sittin in the oval office...name the first thing u want to accomplish on teh first day&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: richardson - get us out of iraq&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: then he gave 3 other days&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: shut up&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: they said day one&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: he is on day 4&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: he took all the time&lt;br /&gt;[20:00] Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: ok final half hour&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: new category&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] J-Love: dang&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] J-Love: 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: NON IRAQ FOREIGN POLICY&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: 3 most imporant allies&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: Barak - european nations as a whole&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: then some other stuff about afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;[20:01] Me: ok now he says look east&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: Japan&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: China&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: ok there are three&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: shut it barak&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: *still talking*&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: the dude said u didn't mention isreal&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: and barak says&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: well never mind&lt;br /&gt;[20:02] Me: too much&lt;br /&gt;[20:03] Me: Bidin...three nations that are the biggest threats&lt;br /&gt;[20:03] Me: N Korea&lt;br /&gt;[20:03] Me: Iran&lt;br /&gt;[20:03] Me: and....Putin in USSR&lt;br /&gt;[20:03] Me: side note - he is on the senate foriegn relations committee&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: now back to our program&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: he said there needs to be conduct change not regime change&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: he said the admin says..give up your weapns and we'll be your friend...and then we take them out&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: Sen Gravel said...we have no imporant enemies&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: who are we afraid of? who are u afraid of&lt;br /&gt;[20:04] Me: iraq was never a threat and we invaded them&lt;br /&gt;[20:05] Me: military controls our gov and culture&lt;br /&gt;[20:05] Me: GO MAN&lt;br /&gt;[20:05] Me: Edward...russia friend or foe...he says....&lt;br /&gt;[20:05] J-Love: lol&lt;br /&gt;[20:05] Me: it's Putin's fault they are no longer a democracy&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: he said we should ask ourselves...how does america change the underlying dynamic happen in this world?&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: he says...the world must see US as a force for good again&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: and some examples of how......&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: Gov Richardson.....&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: How would u do things differently for russia?&lt;br /&gt;[20:06] Me: What do we want - control wepaons&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: human in dealing with chechneia&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: promote more democracy&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: then he's says&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: 1. being stubborn isn't a foreign policy&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: 2. power without diplomacy is blind&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: he said deal with the real threats&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: 3. deal with Darfur&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: why does america not care about Africa&lt;br /&gt;[20:07] Me: Genocide&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: International Poverty&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: Now for Hillary....&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: How do u think that notion of republicans as protectors has taken on?&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: she says....&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: convince admin to do things to make us work as safer&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] Me: disconnect as rhetoric and reality&lt;br /&gt;[20:08] J-Love: lmao -- i got a free transcriber!!&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: cuz i know u are wanting to now&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: says admin has hyped the fear but not delivered safer&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: and our foriegn policy has made the world less safer&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: now for DOdd...same question as hil's&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: and he says....&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;[20:09] Me: it's a myth in a sense&lt;br /&gt;[20:10] Me: great term "stateless terrorism"&lt;br /&gt;[20:10] Me: we gotta use that&lt;br /&gt;[20:11] Me: Do you believe as global war on terror&lt;br /&gt;[20:11] J-Love: in everyday convo?&lt;br /&gt;[20:11] Me: congressman kucinich - cuz it's a fluff for war&lt;br /&gt;[20:11] Me: i paraphrased&lt;br /&gt;[20:12] Me: basically he's saying it's an excuse to go to war&lt;br /&gt;[20:12] Me: Obama now....if two american cities were hit by terrorists and by al queida&lt;br /&gt;[20:12] Me: how would u change military overseas&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: said make sure we have an effective emergency response (unlike new orleans..he said that)&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: and make sure we had good intelligence&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: is it really al queida is what he was saying&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: he said don't alienate the world community on faulty intelligence&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] J-Love: hmm&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: make sure we are talking to the international community we can't defeat terrorists on our own&lt;br /&gt;[20:13] Me: Sen. Edwards...same question....&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: here we go...&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: 1. be certian we knew who was responsible&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: 2. find how this happened without intelligence finding out first&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: how did they get through homeland security?&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: did the weapons come through our ports&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] J-Love: restating 2 -- HOW DA HELL did they get through homeland&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:14] Me: RITE&lt;br /&gt;[20:15] Me: Sen Clinton&lt;br /&gt;[20:15] Me: same question&lt;br /&gt;[20:15] Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;[20:15] Me: must move as swiftly as is prudent&lt;br /&gt;[20:15] Me: determin who is behind and if nations who supported it...&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: we should quickly respond&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: don't look for other fights&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: she said WE STILL HAVEN'T FOUND BIN LAUDIN&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] J-Love: kill the waaabbitt&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] J-Love: kill the wabbitttt&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: impeach cheney&lt;br /&gt;[20:16] Me: nobody wants to do it but one person&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: Kucin....&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: he is holding a pocket copy of the constution&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: he is trying to get him impeached&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: he said we were taken to war on lies&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: mr. cheney must be held accountable&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: WE MUST STAND THIS CONSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;[20:17] Me: PROTECT AND DEFEND THIS CONSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: erebodee else is a coward...&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: paraphrased of course&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: Sen. Dodd now...civil unions&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: difference between gay marriage and civil unions&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: he says...&lt;br /&gt;[20:18] Me: what would u do if they were your own children.&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: he's proud to conn for saying yes to civil unions&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] J-Love: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: he does not support same sex marriage&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] J-Love: he got that from the group city high&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] J-Love: "what would you do ... "&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] J-Love: lol&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: lmao&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: Bidin now.....&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: hot air on climate energy...what would u propose&lt;br /&gt;[20:19] Me: make an equivalent of manhattan project&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: bill for autos be be flex fueled&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: and some other conservation things&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: he has a bill on the table&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: he and barak&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: Richardson...now talking abot Fidel&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: lord&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] Me: lord&lt;br /&gt;[20:20] J-Love: damnit&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: he went on another question&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] J-Love: i gotta turn off this sound&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: WTH?&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] J-Love: b/c everytime you hit enter&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] J-Love: my head hurt&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: he's talking about another question&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: now for Castro...find ways to deal with post democratic cuba&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: bring cuban americans into dialog&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: change policy that limits visits&lt;br /&gt;[20:21] Me: so he doesn't want to deal with castro&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] J-Love: where is hiram, ga?&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] Me: idunno&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] J-Love: north, south, east west?&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] Me: Gravel ... is us behind in nuclear energy&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] Me: he said no cuz .......&lt;br /&gt;[20:22] Me: cuz he has done alot while being in senate for 26 years&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: we have mis characterized terrorism&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: we are as success at that as we are in fighting drugs&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: he's on something else&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhh hahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: hahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] J-Love: what the h??&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] J-Love: we lost both&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: how did he flip it&lt;br /&gt;[20:23] Me: that's what he's saying&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] J-Love: we just profit better on the drug one&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: lawd obama is flipping it too&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: fromenviroment&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: lightbulbs&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: to terrorism&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: WTH?&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: how do u go to energy saving bulbs&lt;br /&gt;[20:24] Me: to terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: Sen Kucinich says&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: obama u are setting up for another war&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: over oil&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: that's what the wars are about&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: obama says....&lt;br /&gt;[20:25] Me: it's a mistake to go to iran&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: but if they had weapons they would be a threat&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: uh oh&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: verbal fight&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: with hilary in the middle lookin like&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: who&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: da&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: hewl&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: Gavel says&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] J-Love: lmao&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: lmao!&lt;br /&gt;[20:26] Me: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: he says recognize what we arent doing isnt working cuz we are the greatest violator&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: said WHO THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO NUKE BARAK&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: Edwards ...who is yoru moral leader&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: he's silent&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: he said not one person&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: my Lord&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] J-Love: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: my wife&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: well u found one&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: oops another&lt;br /&gt;[20:27] Me: my father&lt;br /&gt;[20:28] Me: girl he was dead silent at first&lt;br /&gt;[20:28] Me: lookin like uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[20:28] Me: shit i dunno&lt;br /&gt;[20:28] Me: Clinton...is walmart a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;[20:28] Me: mixed blessing&lt;br /&gt;[20:29] Me: and she's saying how...blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;[20:29] Me: says middle class to working americans are invisible&lt;br /&gt;[20:29] Me: to corporations and the whitehouse&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: Bidin....if demcratic party goes down...modern day extinction in demo&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: he said all of them are winners&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: says wishing for hillary is making a mistake&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: he says stop happy talking about no war&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: that is it&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: Republicans a week from tonite&lt;br /&gt;[20:30] Me: i'll be translating u again&lt;br /&gt;[20:31] Me: *applause*&lt;br /&gt;[20:31] J-Love: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[20:31] J-Love: =D&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1748719356433570540?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1748719356433570540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-3285789489224208471</id><published>2007-04-26T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:57:58.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Random Mate Requirements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first time I married for stupid love. The next time there are rules. Now they are not in any order, but here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Already has at least one child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm not having anymore Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Has a job and/or has own business&lt;/strong&gt; - own business does not mean paper route.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Has a GOOD relationship with God&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Loves music&lt;/strong&gt; - it is my passion and the person would have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Is patient&lt;/strong&gt; - both of us can't be impatient. (working on it)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Has lived on his own for more than 5 years&lt;/strong&gt; - "I just moved out of my mama's house" need not apply.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Has white teeth&lt;/strong&gt; - I have a great dental plan. If he works, he should too. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grillz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Has all of his teeth&lt;/strong&gt; - not much to say to that&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Is Black&lt;/strong&gt; - I love all of God's people...I want a black man&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Knows he's black&lt;/strong&gt; - sometimes we get comfortable and forget. I need him to know who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kunta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kente&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Loves Min. Farrakhan&lt;/strong&gt; - One slip of something bad said about him and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Loves himself&lt;/strong&gt; - I have the responsibility to rear my children to have self love. I just don't have the room to teach someone else. Been there...done that...too exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Loves Hip Hop&lt;/strong&gt; - same reason as music.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Can hold intelligent conversations&lt;/strong&gt; - those filled with just "what's up, what are you doing, what's the deal" should be reserved for the 13 - 21 age range.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Has his own car&lt;/strong&gt; - I am DONE playing taxi.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Has at least a 5 year economic/professional/personal plan&lt;/strong&gt; - not "in five years I plan on being released from jail."&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; re-evaluating self &lt;/strong&gt;- we aren't all we can be at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Has a 401-K or some equivalent for the future&lt;/strong&gt; - You can't just live for today.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Is a closet or external Freedom Fighter&lt;/strong&gt; - No Justice! No Peace!&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Loves to travel&lt;/strong&gt; - we can't live in our bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Pays his child support&lt;/strong&gt; - Deadbeats, please exit stage left.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;No ex-person drama&lt;/strong&gt; - No Lifetime Movie Channel mess for me.&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;strong&gt; Can Cook&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm not the only person in the world who knows how to turn on an oven.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Is Affectionate&lt;/strong&gt; - now...sticking your tongue down my throat in an attempt to tickle my esophagus while in public is not appropriate, but let a sister know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Has a good sense of humor&lt;/strong&gt; - Dry bones need to stay in the grave.&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Is free of mental disease or defects&lt;/strong&gt; - I am not running an asylum.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Is free of sexual disease or defects&lt;/strong&gt; - I am not running a free clinic nor an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enlargement&lt;/span&gt; program.&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Can read&lt;/strong&gt; - You do not have to be a genius, but if he does have that problem...check into an adult literacy program.&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Is a handy man&lt;/strong&gt; - all the men who had a hand in my development could: Fix cars, Build houses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Perform&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; on the houses they built. I want that to continue.&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Is not morbidly obese&lt;/strong&gt; - now I am not a small woman, but I need a man to be able to walk up a flight of stairs and not require a respirator waiting at the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-3285789489224208471?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3285789489224208471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=3285789489224208471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3285789489224208471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/3285789489224208471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/30-random-mate-requirements.html' title='30 Random Mate Requirements'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1209288137985788532.post-1287616002901400800</id><published>2007-04-18T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:26:29.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Rants</title><content type='html'>AM Rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: word&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 9:56 AM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: yo&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Me: me too and i have a headache&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: i was up watchin Flava of love Charm School and I have a headache too&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh no&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna like charmschool&lt;br /&gt;mo nique had me rollin&lt;br /&gt;talking about "i kept thinking after she finishes she is still going to have to go up that hill"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Me: that chick Rain is crazy as hell&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Goldie had me howlin&lt;br /&gt;tommbout Monique is a Big bitch&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;i laffed so hard&lt;br /&gt;Me: rain looked like pookie in her one on one&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: YES&lt;br /&gt;Me: i kept sayin...CHECK HER BAGS&lt;br /&gt;CHECK HER BAGS&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: that bitch was high as hell&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I was like geez&lt;br /&gt;Me: and when mo said we weren't laffin with u...we were laffin at u&lt;br /&gt;i said PREACH SISTER MO&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I said amen!&lt;br /&gt;Me: PREACH...TELL THE PEOPLEZ THE TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: them chicks should feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Rain is just insane&lt;br /&gt;and Mo was right&lt;br /&gt;Me: that slut pumpkin doesn't&lt;br /&gt;and that Bootz chick&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;the only one i really feel for is Saaphirya...howeva u spell it&lt;br /&gt;but she is getting on my nerves being on every show&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: she's a hot bad weave having mess&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin ain't shit&lt;br /&gt;she needs her ass beat&lt;br /&gt;Me: please lord yes&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: bootz will do it&lt;br /&gt;damn that chick is a hater&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;Me: without needing a push from anyone&lt;br /&gt;who bootz?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: hatin on every thing&lt;br /&gt;or was that the other one&lt;br /&gt;I get them confused&lt;br /&gt;Me: the one that'ssharing the room with bootz and pumpin?&lt;br /&gt;they all look alike&lt;br /&gt;now those are nappy headed hoes&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;they are&lt;br /&gt;and i am not apologizing to them or america for it&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta cosign&lt;br /&gt;emphasis on hoes&lt;br /&gt;Me: if imus wudda said it about them...i would have cosigned&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: hells yes&lt;br /&gt;I'd been like he's right&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;no protest&lt;br /&gt;nuttin&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: nobody could say shit&lt;br /&gt;Me: just me chantin yestheyare&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I'd be like damn it there's video&lt;br /&gt;Me: say no&lt;br /&gt;to the flave hoe&lt;br /&gt;say no&lt;br /&gt;to the flave hoe&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: so i'm glad u are watching that show&lt;br /&gt;so i can talk about it withsomeone&lt;br /&gt;cuz they did come off the short bus looking like window and everything else lickerz&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 10:06 AM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;the short bus son&lt;br /&gt;why you got me holding back laffin hard in her&lt;br /&gt;wiping tears&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 10:10 AM on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;they just get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;especially after knowing people in other countries see this mess and think that's what we are all about&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Hi, this is why folk in Greece were cuttin a fool&lt;br /&gt;Me: and as hard as we have struggled to be seen as more than just property...their asses want to be equal in slutness&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: My Greek friend said it's prolly cause they thought we were famous&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;Me: why??&lt;br /&gt;ya know&lt;br /&gt;why would u want to feel that's your only way to be someone. and for FLAV?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I try to rep right and these hoes fuck it up for the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;stupid hoe bitches&lt;br /&gt;Monique should beat their asses&lt;br /&gt;Me: he looks like one of the california raisins&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Me: and that damn Buckwild&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: TRYIN TO HOLD DOWN LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;Me: she makes me feel bad for the PWT&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: She ain't shit&lt;br /&gt;Me: i know...that's why she makes me feel bad for them&lt;br /&gt;how in the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: she's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and it's like she's tryin to rep for old stereotypes of black folk that we don't even embraces&lt;br /&gt;40s?&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;Me: how do u sit there and allow her to keep on going&lt;br /&gt;i wanted monique to put her ass in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: word&lt;br /&gt;wearing a gotdamn bubble coat in the house&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why tashie?&lt;br /&gt;Me: in a house&lt;br /&gt;with a FIRE&lt;br /&gt;and the other chicks are wearing my daughter's baby clothes&lt;br /&gt;i wondered where they were&lt;br /&gt;now i know&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: they are whores&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: WHORES&lt;br /&gt;Me: and that damn hottie&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Lawd Jayzus&lt;br /&gt;Me: i bet that apple was stinkin&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: what the fuck is on her head&lt;br /&gt;why is there yarn on her head Tash&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: girl that was horse tail hair&lt;br /&gt;she just took the horse she was fuckin's hair and put it on her head&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: That fuckin apple musta smelled like badussy&lt;br /&gt;It's like she bought out all the pack hair in the korean spot and put it on her head&lt;br /&gt;geez&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;she's a horror&lt;br /&gt;Me: i said don't touch it MO&lt;br /&gt;it's got tittay lint on it&lt;br /&gt;that chick pulled the apple out of her bra&lt;br /&gt;the worm died on the spot&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Tashie you are on a roll&lt;br /&gt;BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH@Titty lint&lt;br /&gt;Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;that was my first thought&lt;br /&gt;how do u pull an apple from your tit and think it's cool&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Holy crap&lt;br /&gt;coughing&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh no&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: oh sit&lt;br /&gt;oh shit&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;Me: i thought someone died or something&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: I can't stop laffin&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: worm died&lt;br /&gt;BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;Me: big worm&lt;br /&gt;and she had rollers in her hair for the promo for future episodes&lt;br /&gt;kept sayin how was she going to plug in her rollers&lt;br /&gt;synthetic doesn't need heat...it melts in heat&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;i hate all of those chicks&lt;br /&gt;except saaph&lt;br /&gt;she just seems lost to me&lt;br /&gt;and spoke the truth about those 50gs&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: seriously you had me gettin my pump&lt;br /&gt;Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;i have a little built up frustration&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: isee&lt;br /&gt;Me: and i'm mad at me for watching the shows but...i get over it fast&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: me too&lt;br /&gt;Me: just like when i played the song Pop Lock and Drop it this weekend&lt;br /&gt;i was mad at me&lt;br /&gt;until i realized i was paid for it&lt;br /&gt;then i got over it&lt;br /&gt;but then today&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a pawn for da music man&lt;br /&gt;like i sold out&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LMA&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;i can't breeve&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;cuz i won't let nuri listen to the song but sho burned and played it at the party&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh did u hear they got a suspect for Jay's murder&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Yeah I heard&lt;br /&gt;Me: and they pinned another murder on him&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: some cat that's in jail already&lt;br /&gt;Me: and i'm ready for them to say he killed biggie and tupac too&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: yup&lt;br /&gt;Me: cuz they said he killed tupacs associate&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: put it in a nice little bow&lt;br /&gt;Me: i'm like he killed everybody&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: here we good&lt;br /&gt;Me: Scott La Rock&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: he killed Martin lutha king&lt;br /&gt;Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Malcolm X&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: shot Vernon Jordan in tha ass&lt;br /&gt;Me: he killed Big L&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: Freeky Tah&lt;br /&gt;Me: he shot JR&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: he killed every one&lt;br /&gt;Me: and Mr.. Burns&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: He shot Mr. Burns too&lt;br /&gt;JINX&lt;br /&gt;Me: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: lol&lt;br /&gt;I'd like vodka instead of coke&lt;br /&gt;Me: they gonna pin every murder on him&lt;br /&gt;gurl&lt;br /&gt;who u tellin cuz i'm this close &lt;insert image here&gt; to drinkin&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to the mosque since thursday&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: no kidding&lt;br /&gt;Me: and was only there to drop some papers off&lt;br /&gt;and then i bounced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:13] Me: u know what irks me&lt;br /&gt;[14:13] Me: when i hear white folks say black&lt;br /&gt;[14:13] Me: it's like the ack is extended&lt;br /&gt;[14:13] B: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[14:13] Me: Blaaaccck&lt;br /&gt;[14:14] Me: oops&lt;br /&gt;[14:14] Me: blaaaccckkkuh&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] B: /:)&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] Me: blaackuh guy&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] B: lol&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] B: STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] B: lol&lt;br /&gt;[14:16] Me: see u know it's true&lt;br /&gt;[14:17] B: girl u know its true&lt;br /&gt;[14:17] Me: i think it's because i say it as a color&lt;br /&gt;[14:17] Me: and i feel it's said by some as a label&lt;br /&gt;[14:17] B: Oo Ooo Oo&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] Me: kind of like what kind of cereal are u getting&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] Me: blaackuh guy cereal&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] B: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] B: aahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] Me: it has nuts in it&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] Me: deez nuts?  yes those&lt;br /&gt;[14:18] B: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[14:19] Me: ok i made myown self laff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-1287616002901400800?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1287616002901400800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=1287616002901400800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1287616002901400800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/1287616002901400800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-rants.html' title='Today&apos;s Rants'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-2868983391001726094</id><published>2007-04-16T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:15:32.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who in the hell is Ralph?</title><content type='html'>So...I guess this is going to be a blog about regular stuff, but more about my journey of finding my past.   So last night (now that song is stuck in my head) I got on ancestry.com and looked up some records on my father's side.  PS...thank you Stephen for KILLING KUNTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found some US Census records for my Great grandfather Marion Daniels and found the name of one of his other sons, Ralph Daniels.  I said...who in the hell is Ralph?  At first I didn't catch it because I thought maybe Ralph was my uncle Winford's real name.  Then I saw the age...26 and saw he was born in 1904.  This was a 1930 Census I was viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing about my grandfather Marion is...when my great grandmother Alzada Green Daniels was 25, Marion was 42.  His son Ralph was 26 on the census and Zeda was 25...you see my point?  He was married previously and has another family out there.  My grandfather has given me bits and pieces saying his nephew, which is older than him, was a coach at Durham High School many years ago.  So...now I want to go back further on my daddy's side of the family, but I also want to find that other family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-2868983391001726094?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2868983391001726094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=2868983391001726094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2868983391001726094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/2868983391001726094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-in-hell-is-ralph.html' title='Who in the hell is Ralph?'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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-1209288137985788532.post-5027898556446526266</id><published>2007-04-15T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:41:24.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>Well we just finished watching the last of "Roots".  It left me feeling good, but it also left me feeling empty.  The family of Alex Haley was lucky because they knew of Kunta Kente.  I don't have that.  I am seeking to find that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing "Roots" the first time left me feeling angry at every white person that walked the earth for making us this way.  This time, I'm proud to be who I am.  I am proud of the struggle.  I am proud of the pain.  It was through the pain, through the loss, through the anger, through the struggle that we found out who we truly.  We are strong.  We are smart.  We are mighty.  We are gods.  Who else but the children of God could create greatness out of the next to nothing that was given to us?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sad, because I don't have my story.  But I am determined to find my family's story.  I have to take the souls of those that I carry with me back home.  I have to take them back to the land of their mother's, father's, brother's, sisters.  It is my duty and it is my honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1209288137985788532-5027898556446526266?l=amurisjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5027898556446526266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1209288137985788532&amp;postID=5027898556446526266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5027898556446526266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1209288137985788532/posts/default/5027898556446526266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amurisjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Amuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687547901355267014</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>
