<?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-7384887737235998352</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:47:27.523-06:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='guitar hero'/><category term='Party Central'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Positive Inspiration'/><category term='Honesty'/><category term='Giving Thanks'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='all types of wrong'/><category term='OMG'/><category term='Christian or Devil?'/><category term='Things that make you say hmmmm'/><category term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category term='WTF?'/><category term='Out of Control'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>ohsix-ohsix</title><subtitle type='html'>GEMINI</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3355529652400996238</id><published>2011-02-24T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:32:48.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Faith: My Testimony</title><content type='html'>While working in Corporate America for a company I was devoted to for slightly over seven years, I went to the mailroom to check my mailbox one morning in 2008 and there was a button (pin) in there that the company had given to everyone to wear on their shirts for the week. They had several different colors, but mine was orange (my favorite color) and it read "Do something about it." I didn't think much about it at the time other than the fact that it was orange and that it was funny that I would get one of my favorite color. But, as I look back on it now, I realize that receiving that button on that day was a slap in the face telling me to WAKE UP and this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wrote down a set of goals for myself January 1, 2008, instead of New Year's Resolutions and my top goal was to get promoted at work and be compensated for my skills and my worth (not to mention I had gone back to school and completed my BFA and had started grad school while working there). So I prayed daily, asking God to show me a sign if it was time for me to leave there and move on. I knew that along with prayer, I had to do my part, so I went to my boss daily, to let him know what I wanted and what I would do on my end to make it happen and what I had DONE already in the past 7 years that should have put me above most of the people there. My plea fell on deaf ears. He would sit there and listen and then tell me it wasn't in his ball park to make those changes and that I should talk to his boss. So, I went to his boss, who in turn sent me back to my boss and so forth. This game went on for a few days before I said NO MORE! I am not a tennis ball and I will not be tossed back and forth across a net like this, so I told them both that I understood there was nothing they could do and I went back to my desk like an obedient worker. Little did they know that my plan was already in progress and there was nothing they could do to send it on a detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I cried really hard, unsure of what was going to happen. All I knew was that I was unhappy and looking for excuse after excuse to call in to work the next morning because I did not want to go to that place I called a prison and sit in my small cell. I cried every single night and morning from that point until the morning of May 1, when I got out of bed, said a prayer and went to the bathroom to take my shower. While in the shower, I prayed again and somewhere between drying off and arriving to work that morning, I had typed my letter of resignation and sent it to my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when I arrived at work, my boss was waiting on me and called me into his office. He asked me if I was unhappy there and I immediately answered with a pissed off "YES!" Of course, he tried to offer me what I call a piss poor offer to stay, so that was another sign from God that it was destined for me to move on. After he asked me what lucky company had the pleasure of hiring such a talented person and I looked him straight in the eyes and said "My house", I finally got the promotion and raise I was due when I saw the priceless look on his face from his ego being shattered that he didn't have an opportunity to call ahead to a company and bad mouth me like he had done so many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing, I would just like to say that God is good ALL THE TIME and even when you're down and out and feel like it's the end of the road for you or if you realize you're going to work everyday because you've gotten comfortable knowing you will get that paycheck every two weeks, pray on it. God will see you through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I still have that button today and it sits on my computer desk for me to see as my daily inspiration. So, my advice to you is what my button says...DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle D. Scott, MBA&lt;br /&gt;Designer  Illustrator  Photographer&lt;br /&gt;(Boss Lady) - that name was given to me in grad school and I do believe it fits me well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3355529652400996238?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3355529652400996238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3355529652400996238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3355529652400996238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3355529652400996238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2011/02/having-faith-my-testimony.html' title='Having Faith: My Testimony'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3039997641348504563</id><published>2011-01-01T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:03:25.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TR_b5xlnkxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nfn49lAqsgc/s1600/Holiday%2BCard%2B2010_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557402250808627986" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TR_b5xlnkxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nfn49lAqsgc/s320/Holiday%2BCard%2B2010_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and time for new beginnings. We're given a fresh start, so we should really think about everything we want to leave in 2010 and change in 2011. I personally, stopped referring to them as New Year's Resolutions about 3 years ago and instead, refer to them as New Year's Goals. That way, I'm more inclined to stick to them and actually strive to achieve them....ALL YEAR LONG rather than just the first couple of months of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish everyone a very prosperous and blessed year and pray that each and every one of you accomplishes all of your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3039997641348504563?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3039997641348504563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3039997641348504563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3039997641348504563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3039997641348504563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-thousand-eleven.html' title='TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TR_b5xlnkxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nfn49lAqsgc/s72-c/Holiday%2BCard%2B2010_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7909692049417090334</id><published>2010-11-05T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:14:41.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whip My Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS7IYqs8xrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/NS7IYqs8xrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7909692049417090334?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7909692049417090334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7909692049417090334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7909692049417090334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7909692049417090334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/11/whip-my-hair.html' title='Whip My Hair'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-8371506986645540248</id><published>2010-09-30T09:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:03:24.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm IN LOVE with a woman...</title><content type='html'>I'm IN LOVE with a woman...&lt;br /&gt;by Cloris La Rue' &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is to my girlfriend Rochelle Scott (I call her Ro or "Rollova" ...her stage name)...Obviously I'm adding this after the fact because earlier I could not stop crying and I was simply gonna post the following to her page but I thought it was WAYyyytoo long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OMG...RO!!! I JUST received the birthday gift you mailed me...OMG!!!!...I'm in TEARS!! (I will call you soon but I can hardly speak!!) YOU-are an AMAZING woman, there are NO words to EXPRESS THE JOY I feel right now!!! The gift of you taking my photoshoot from several months ago was enough and now you have created an ACTUAL magazine, with words and "passages" that I have written and posted on FB thinking I'm helping other people, has TODAY HELPED ME! I am living within one of the MOST potentially difficult times of my life...God is SO good!!! I can hardly find the words!!! You chose ALL THE RIGHT passages.. ahhhh!!! (my head hurts from crying) You even have the poem from the bookmark you made for my booksigning...are you kidding me?!! You even put in the butterfly transformation quote...you have NO IDEA. That's one of my favorites!! I feel SO PURPOSED in this moment. God had the most perfect timing on this one...THIS IS AMAZING!! I'm gonna take a pic and attach cause I want folks to know that there are people out here that are obedient to God's work and they speak to us, they love on us, as they use their God given gift!!! You know, I thought I'd be in my first magazine feature in August...well, it was postponed to October (only 2 days away!) but you MS. RO have beat the deadline with no intention to do so. YOU have put me in a MAGAZINE; AHHH...that is CRAZY!! LOL!! This is SO not just about ME (as some seem to think)...I write to empower a broken nation and to see that my first magazine helped to empower me, myself, and I. As I've said before, if that's what all of this has been for; to help revive and save my own spirit...my workd could be DONE cause I KNOW I am BLESSED!! If God gave me NO MORE FAVOR...I'm ok with that. BUT if God gives me an opportunity to help others as you have helped me...I'm ready to work cause this feeling you have given me is as I've written in HERSTORY; my heart has been hit with a defibulator...I don't just love you; I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU RO!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522713675465700306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TKSe08ZTM9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r0aQooQ4PvU/s320/DSC_1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-8371506986645540248?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8371506986645540248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=8371506986645540248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/8371506986645540248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/8371506986645540248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-in-love-with-woman.html' title='I&apos;m IN LOVE with a woman...'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TKSe08ZTM9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r0aQooQ4PvU/s72-c/DSC_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7160180696836557737</id><published>2010-08-01T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:55:27.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>So, Facebook is the new trend, but is it your life or just a hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that several of my friends have thousands of friends, but I don't think they even know half of them. I've also noticed that lots of people on Facebook sit and watch other people's pages all day everyday and don't bother commenting. I call these people Facebook stalkers. Are you a stalker? Does Facebook consume your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7160180696836557737?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7160180696836557737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7160180696836557737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7160180696836557737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7160180696836557737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-85955731455427618</id><published>2010-07-22T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:00:44.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Told Me He Loved Me...</title><content type='html'>He Told Me He Loved Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me I was a whore.&lt;br /&gt;He constantly berated me.&lt;br /&gt;and even told me I was a sore...&lt;br /&gt;   loser that is...&lt;br /&gt;Until I gave him head...&lt;br /&gt;Then it was all good;&lt;br /&gt;Until he bashed my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to console HIM,&lt;br /&gt;I believed it was my fault;&lt;br /&gt;I told him he was the best I'd ever had,&lt;br /&gt;so a ring for me he bought...&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard...FUCK YOU BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;and the truth came out instead,&lt;br /&gt;That I truly liked him, but somehow I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could end up dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rochelle aka Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-85955731455427618?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/85955731455427618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=85955731455427618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/85955731455427618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/85955731455427618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-told-me-he-loved-me.html' title='He Told Me He Loved Me...'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7819332551791291327</id><published>2010-07-21T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:48:58.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Attract....or Do They?</title><content type='html'>I have heard all my life that opposites attract, but early on, I was never one to understand that saying because I never got along with anyone I felt was opposite me. It wasn't until I got older, maybe in my late 20's when I completely understood it, but didn't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a person with standards, requirements, wants, or whatever you want to call them, but I have always believed that a person shouldn't settle for less when they know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, let's fastforward to the present time and  how my beliefs have changed drastically from what I believed in my 20's and how they quickly reverted back to those beliefs within a month or so. It doesn't take long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reconnected with this guy from years ago that I never gave a chance to, mainly because he was shorter than me and I have had a strict rule about never dating men shorter than me (unless it's Prince, if I should ever be so fortunate to meet that man!). I've also had rules about never dating men who have been married, have kids, have gold teeth (or missing teeth for that matter), jheri curls, etc. The list goes on, but as you can see a few of the things on this list can be altered as you grow older and you realize that the chances of you meeting a man your age who has never been married or has children may be slim to none. I can deal with that now, but the gold teeth/missing teeth/jheri curl...no can do. Back to my point...I've adjusted some of my "standards" and one of them was dating a man shorter than me other than Prince because I believe that you can pass up your blessings if you're too picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this guy made me comfortable from day one, probably because we have known each other for years and he made me smile constantly. I was on cloud nine daily and all my friends could see it. My closest friends knew what was going on while others wondered what was different about me. To make a long story short, I finally believed opposites could attract because not only was he shorter than me, but he has a child and has a bad boy personality; all three characteristics I never thought I'd be attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, before I tell you we have been happily ever after, let me say that he showed his true thug, jackass, disrespectful, non compassionate, deadbeat dad ass to me, forcing me to revert back to my "standards". So, with that being said...I STILL don't believe opposites attract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7819332551791291327?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7819332551791291327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7819332551791291327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7819332551791291327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7819332551791291327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/07/opposites-attractor-do-they.html' title='Opposites Attract....or Do They?'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5310686042765636215</id><published>2010-07-13T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:10:16.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Alter Ego Photos...</title><content type='html'>...Derek Blanks, I'm riding your coat tails. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TDzH_k6I57I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvmxGxFhTcg/s1600/Jodi+alter+ego+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493485540538378162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TDzH_k6I57I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvmxGxFhTcg/s320/Jodi+alter+ego+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TDzHphUTMvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UrW2R4yowXs/s1600/KJ+alter+ego+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493485161617240818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TDzHphUTMvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UrW2R4yowXs/s320/KJ+alter+ego+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7384887737235998352-5310686042765636215?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5310686042765636215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5310686042765636215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5310686042765636215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5310686042765636215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-alter-ego-photos.html' title='More Alter Ego Photos...'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/TDzH_k6I57I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvmxGxFhTcg/s72-c/Jodi+alter+ego+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3970661791706480495</id><published>2010-07-12T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:39:33.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>Wow! I just realized I haven't posted a blog post in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back though, refreshed and ready to take on the world! So, what has been up with Ms. Gemini lately, you ask? Well, for starters, I've been working hard on my design work and trying to perfect this photography thing. Aside from that, I tried getting back into the dating game and the working thing, but that didn't work out too well, so I decided to take a back seat and start over. Now I'm still doing the design and photography thing because that's my destiny, but I've decided to focus on something new as far as the world of dating goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some time to get to know the real "me" and realize that I cannot continue to be the selfish person I've been in certain areas, so instead, I decided it was time to get to know the real Gemini I am and say "FUCK IT" you can change whatever you want to change...and not care what the next person says or thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that being said...I present to you the new and improved Gemini!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3970661791706480495?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3970661791706480495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3970661791706480495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3970661791706480495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3970661791706480495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3421729041284542475</id><published>2009-12-26T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:17:57.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was very special to me. Not only was it one of the best and most memorable Holidays ever, it was spent with family and friends whom I love with all my heart. I can only hope that everyone else had as great of a holiday as I had. To my baby brother Brian and his wife (my sissy Michelle), I want to say thank you so much for having dinner at your house and for letting us share your anniversary with you. I love you both so much! Big hugs and kisses! See you in a week, to bring in 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3421729041284542475?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3421729041284542475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3421729041284542475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3421729041284542475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3421729041284542475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7188095146903828026</id><published>2009-12-23T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:31:03.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>Since Derek Blanks appeared on The Real Housewives of Atlanta with his wonderful alter ego photos, it seems everyone has gotten the itch to create some similar, including myself. Since I'm a graphic designer and up and coming photographer, I decided to give it a try myself. Here are a couple of my attempts. I think they're pretty good, if I do say so myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SzJhjuub6HI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b87yrKLUN8o/s320/me_alter+ego+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418500568146241650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SzJhuZ7E_-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/D272XjVJPqQ/s320/alter+ego+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418500751540682722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7188095146903828026?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7188095146903828026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7188095146903828026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7188095146903828026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7188095146903828026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/12/alter-ego.html' title='Alter Ego'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SzJhjuub6HI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b87yrKLUN8o/s72-c/me_alter+ego+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3219686810029865942</id><published>2009-11-28T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:09:26.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>So.....I get another degree (MBA) and I can't get congratulations from a lot of people who claim to be my friend. Hmmmm...... I guess that you can really find out who your true "friends" are once you move on and above them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love how I find out the true colors of people, regardless when I find out because it helps me weed out the real friends from the fake ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks faux friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3219686810029865942?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3219686810029865942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3219686810029865942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3219686810029865942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3219686810029865942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/11/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-867142133551652551</id><published>2009-10-14T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:40:05.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from the BlackBerry</title><content type='html'>Blogging from the BlackBerry is NOT easy, but I'm glad it's an option. It allows me to blog on the go without having to take the time to turn on my computer, find a wifi connection and let the world know what's on my mind. Thank God for technology! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to recup from a wedding this past weekend, along with full weekends every single weekend since June. I swear this has been the busiest year ever and I am not very enthused. Starting next year, I will be saying no to a lot of events, no matter what they are. So, if you are reading this and are a close friend, don't even bother inviting me. You have your answer already. 2010 is all about "Me Time"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Boss Lady, MBA&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-867142133551652551?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/867142133551652551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=867142133551652551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/867142133551652551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/867142133551652551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-from-blackberry.html' title='Blogging from the BlackBerry'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6292737944438272815</id><published>2009-09-21T11:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:09:04.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. MBA</title><content type='html'>I recently had my commencement ceremony for my graduate degree and I must say I am still on cloud 9! The ceremony was awesome and every moment preparing up to the moment that I walked from behind the curtain to be seen by tons of friends, family, faculty and even strangers was exhilarating. I loved every minute of it and I want to thank everyone who came out to support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out a few photos from my special day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SrekvypJ7II/AAAAAAAAAIg/KczVY6iodOQ/s1600-h/DSC_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383953020499913858" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SrekvypJ7II/AAAAAAAAAIg/KczVY6iodOQ/s320/DSC_1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SrekTQ97T9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wJPMD6V3ruk/s1600-h/graduation_handshake_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383952530423893970" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SrekTQ97T9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wJPMD6V3ruk/s320/graduation_handshake_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Srekfxkmx8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FTCbQIQSys0/s1600-h/DSC_1899_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383952745334491074" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Srekfxkmx8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FTCbQIQSys0/s320/DSC_1899_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6292737944438272815?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6292737944438272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6292737944438272815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6292737944438272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6292737944438272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/09/ms-mba.html' title='Ms. MBA'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SrekvypJ7II/AAAAAAAAAIg/KczVY6iodOQ/s72-c/DSC_1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6872873236613549410</id><published>2009-06-30T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:22:50.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of The King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SkofenNOIQI/AAAAAAAAAII/nzJb12uJqUA/s1600-h/MichaelJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353125717864227074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SkofenNOIQI/AAAAAAAAAII/nzJb12uJqUA/s320/MichaelJackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot begin to express how shocked I was when I heard the news the Legendary Michael J. Jackson had passed away at the young age of 50. I am still saddened by this news, 5 days later. Who knows if we will ever get over this shocking event because he was such an icon to the entire world, but life must go on. Fortunately, I had one opportunity to see him perform live in concert at the Summit in Houston back in the mid 1980's. Not many can say the same. The children of today aren't as fortunate as those of us over 30 are because we had the chance to experience Michael in all of his stages of life. My prayers go out to his family and to all those who loved him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Michael! 1958-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6872873236613549410?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6872873236613549410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6872873236613549410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6872873236613549410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6872873236613549410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-memory-of-king-of-pop.html' title='In Memory of The King of Pop'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SkofenNOIQI/AAAAAAAAAII/nzJb12uJqUA/s72-c/MichaelJackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5283246592203789925</id><published>2009-06-11T00:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:50:16.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to go on a month long hiatus from Facebook, Twitter, texting and emailing for non-business reasons and I have a lot of supporters. That makes me feel good, but at the same time, I have people not respecting my wishes. Why is there always a few people who choose to not support you? Answer...haters come in droves. Not everyone wants to see you succeed or do something positive in your life. As sad as it may seem, it's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I was talking with my sister about friendship and she said she hopes my friends realize how great of a friend I am; when I told her I hope so too, but I actually think she's one of the main ones who actually KNOW what a great friend I am. She said that's a sad truth, but I may be right. I told her I know I'm right, simply because of the shit I've been through. Not everyone wants to support you because some people are self-centered and as usual, misery loves company....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this past weekend for instance...My birthday was Saturday and a lot of people remembered and told me happy birthday, but there are those who knew and remembered, but chose not to say a word. Why? Because misery loves company. They saw so many people telling me happy birthday via Facebook and felt the need to say nothing. I won't lose any sleep over it. I still turned 37 and will turn 38 in another 361 days without them, so I just smile and keep on moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I just want to say thank you to all those who support me and all of my decisions, whether you agree with them or not. A hiatus is good to do, to spend time with yourself, so if you've never considered it, I think you should. I love not being obligated to anyone or anything and just going with the flow and saying yes to things I really want to say yes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5283246592203789925?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5283246592203789925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5283246592203789925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5283246592203789925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5283246592203789925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5017246719581587669</id><published>2009-05-27T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:29:35.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Nice?</title><content type='html'>Is there such a thing as being too nice? Yes there is and I'm a victim of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kindness is often taken for granted simply because I have a big heart and tell everyone yes most of the time that they get spoiled. Just like when you tell a kid yes all the time then tell them no that one time and they get mad, that's how most of the people I know react when I say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I fix this problem? The way I see it, I have two choices...I can either stop saying yes all the time and being so available when they ask me a question or need something from me, or I can just be a bitch and flat out say no. If you were me, which would you chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of being Super Woman to everyone else other than myself. It's time I take some time for myself and do me and not worry about the wants and needs of everyone else because when I need them, guess what? They don't hesitate to tell me no and I bet they don't feel bad about it either. So why do I let it bother me so much when I know I let someone down or hurt their feelings? Probably because I have such a big heart, but that's all about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with everyone calling on me for every damn thing before they call upon someone else. I'm also fed up with people being lazy and not looking for something, but instead calling me to send it to them because they know I have it and know more than likely I'll send it and not say no. Just like you can wear welcome out, you can wear a friendship out by taking someone's kindness for granted. Especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The madness stops today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5017246719581587669?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5017246719581587669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5017246719581587669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5017246719581587669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5017246719581587669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-nice.html' title='Too Nice?'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6852686474143683442</id><published>2009-05-23T00:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:37:02.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Associates</title><content type='html'>Should we be concerned about someone we consider a friend when that person is doing nothing but trying to hold us back from accomplishing our goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means! That person isn't a friend and shouldn't be called a friend. We use that word too loosely and it always comes back to haunt us. Friends will be there no matter what and an associate will always try to make you be there for them when you're trying to make something happen in a positive way for yourself. Misery loves company. If we remember these simple things, there will be fewer accusations of "my best FRIEND stabbed me in the back". No boo, your associate stabbed you in the back because he/she wasn't your friend to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in numerous situations where I called a man or a woman my friend; even my best friend, only to get hurt in the end when that so called friend did something to hurt me in the end. We have to be more careful of who we call friends and an easy way to do that is by taking the time to consider those who have a positive influence in our lives and those who create the most animosity and cause us to be negative in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I came to the realization that several people whom I loved to hang out with and party with daily, were corrupting my life (for lack of a more appropriate phrase) and when I decided to pray on it day and night, I was shown in more ways than one that it was time to let them go and focus on me. It wasn't easy, but it had to be done, so I got the courage to call them and not let my kindness be taken as a weakness any longer, and I let them go. After that, I felt refreshed and renewed and I got back in school, something that I was told by them was not for me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a messy situation, but in the end I realized that it's true that some people are in your life for a reason, others for a season, and very few for a lifetime. As much as I wanted those people to be in my life for a lifetime, I had to realize that we don't have control over that, so we need to accept the way things are presented to us and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on since then, gotten my BFA and my MBA and if anyone asks me if I ever think about those "friends", I will proudly tell them yes, all the time. There's no shame in admitting when I miss someone or think about someone and I will admit it with the quickness, but do I think I messed up in letting them go? Not at all. Would I let another "friend" go whom I feel isn't right for my life and the direction I'm trying to go? Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate, get like me. I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6852686474143683442?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6852686474143683442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6852686474143683442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6852686474143683442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6852686474143683442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/05/associates.html' title='Associates'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6541691375670117039</id><published>2009-05-22T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:57:47.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More Splinters</title><content type='html'>Okay...So most of you who have been reading my blog know that I have posted a few that were titled Pet Peeves and then I changed the name to Splinters because I wanted to be different, plus splinters better describes how these things can be. They get under your skin just enough to irritate you like splinters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest splinter is people who only respond to one question in an email, text, tweet, etc. For example, let's say I send an email to a friend of mine and ask these questions: How are you? How's the family? I haven't seen you in a while, how's the new job coming? I heard you had a baby, how old is he/she now? and their response is "He's 2 years old. How are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? Did you NOT see my other questions? Did I just waste my time typing for my health? People, you need to answer ALL questions because trust me, if it irritates me, it irritates someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it together people and READ every single question and RESPOND to every single question. Geesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6541691375670117039?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6541691375670117039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6541691375670117039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6541691375670117039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6541691375670117039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-splinters.html' title='More Splinters'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2149263813015608568</id><published>2009-04-27T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:00:50.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Twitter Fad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SfXD8KFWNLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AVCan-iCbrQ/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381172329198770" style="width: 320px; height: 266px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SfXD8KFWNLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AVCan-iCbrQ/s320/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, everyone's into this new fad of "tweeting" and I must admit I am addicted as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First it was MySpace, then Facebook and now Twitter. What exactly is Twitter and how does it work is what I get asked most often, as if I created the site. For those of you who don't know what it is or those of you who signed up for a page without reading what it's about on their home page, here is the dummed down explanation for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter is basically a networking site like Facebook and MySpace, except it's easier to work because you only do two things...post short 140 character messages letting your friends and followers know what you're doing, what's on your mind or just any random jargon you feel free to say at the moment and you can reply to their messages. It's that simple. So as you can see, there is no detailed explanation for those of you who ask "How does this work?" You don't have to figure anything out like on Facebook or MySpace. You just send a tweet and keep moving. You can even download mobile applications to your phone and tweet even faster...and before you ask how to do that or what application you need for your phone, Google it like I did! I Googled "Twitter mobile download for BlackBerry" and got several links telling me about TwitterBerry, so Google it for your particular phone and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you decide to get on Twitter, look for me and follow me. My ID is SEKCEE66. Bye for now, my future Tweeps and I hope to see you following me soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2149263813015608568?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2149263813015608568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2149263813015608568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2149263813015608568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2149263813015608568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-fad.html' title='The 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href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5166950771534876006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5166950771534876006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5166950771534876006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5166950771534876006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-gonna-go-my-way.html' title='Are You Gonna Go My Way?'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2262022361813136548</id><published>2009-04-17T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:22:35.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Motivation!</title><content type='html'>I recently attended a seminar that was very positive. I immediately became motivated and told myself that each and every day I would begin the day by thanking God and sending a positive, inspiring message to my friends via text message, email, facebook or twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone out there to do the same. Positive thinking leads to positive speaking which leads to positive outcomes! If you believe it, you can achieve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK POSITIVE PEOPLE! My new motto is...I AM THE MOST POSITIVE PERSON I KNOW AND I AM UNSTOPPABLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2262022361813136548?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2262022361813136548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2262022361813136548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2262022361813136548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2262022361813136548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/04/positive-motivation.html' title='Positive Motivation!'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1791421416222241307</id><published>2009-04-03T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:48:58.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><title type='text'>...Enough Said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SdaEF4uYkXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ekv87OJFLng/s1600-h/announcement+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320585246445965682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SdaEF4uYkXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ekv87OJFLng/s320/announcement+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1791421416222241307?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1791421416222241307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1791421416222241307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1791421416222241307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1791421416222241307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-said.html' title='...Enough Said!'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SdaEF4uYkXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ekv87OJFLng/s72-c/announcement+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7670721488946170034</id><published>2009-03-17T15:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:26:12.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian or Devil?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Christianity</title><content type='html'>What exactly constitutes a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it someone who attends church all the time and constantly preaches the Word of the Lord, yet has so much hatred in their hearts, they do not know how to forgive and forget when the Bible stresses forgiveness? Or is it someone who believes in God and follows His word, yet doesn't feel the need to preach to others, but that person is a forgiving person who doesn't hold grudges and can move forward? Which one are you? Which one is the correct version of a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, this blog stems from a real situation in my life. My brother's stupid baby mama is one of the most evil and vindictive persons I have ever met, yet she claims she is a Christian. I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is so evil and vindictive, I have never seen anyone like her. She is the devil in disguise. How can anyone be so cold as to not allow the father of their child or anyone else in that family to talk to or visit the child? My brother loves his first child to death and it kills him that he cannot be an active part of her life. Because he chose not to be with the mother, she has taken things to new levels where she doesn't answer any of his calls or mine, hangs up in our faces and has resorted to telling my brother he will never see his daughter again. When confronted about the situation and we tell her that it's been 7 years and she needs to get over my brother, she denies that she still wants him, but her actions speak differently. It's really sad and the past few days were really difficult for me as I was in San Antonio where she lives and I called the mother's house to try and talk to or see my niece, but was denied that opportunity. The mother has tried to hide by changing her phone numbers several times, but little does she know that with technology these days, anyone can be found and we did just that...found her. I called and as soon as she recognized my voice, she hung up. She didn't even bother to find out what I wanted, nor did she care. She coldly hung up in my face then didn't answer any of my calls after that. I was furious and almost drove to her house to let her see I found out where she lives although she thinks no one knows, but I decided to pray instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I ask again...what exactly constitutes calling yourself a Christian? Can someone please tell me so I am no longer confused?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7670721488946170034?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7670721488946170034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7670721488946170034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7670721488946170034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7670721488946170034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/christianity.html' title='Christianity'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3091720086662922360</id><published>2009-03-17T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:25:06.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA</title><content type='html'>It's official! I have finished my MBA program with honors and I am elated! Although it still feels surreal, I am excited to be the first person in my immediate family to obtain a master's degree. Everyone is super excited for me, but not as excited as I am! Now I must decide what to do with all of my free time of not having to write papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle D. Scott, MBA  &lt;--- WOW! That sure does have a nice ring to it and looks great as my new signature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3091720086662922360?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3091720086662922360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3091720086662922360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3091720086662922360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3091720086662922360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/mba.html' title='MBA'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2903629522936263371</id><published>2009-03-04T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:39:22.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Career Student</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends and family tease me, saying I'm a career student or a professional student. I'll take that. It's hard to believe that just 5 years ago, I hadn't finished my undergrad degree from back in the day and that in just a couple of weeks, I will have my MBA. I am super excited! I owe my decision to go back to school to a couple of people; my best friend and her husband. They were extremely supportive in me going back to school and now that I have gone back, I can't seem to stop. I used to think school was horrible and I often said I would never go back. Well, my thoughts have changed and I am glad I made the decision to go back just a few short years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have 3 degrees to my name in a few weeks and I am even contemplating going for a second master's in the fall of this year. I am here to tell anyone who is currently in school and not looking to go to college that it may not be for you now, but years from now, if you decide to go back to pursue a long awaited degree, you are bound to learn a lot more and pay attention more as an adult than as a teenager. I will graduate Magna Cum Laude and back in high school, I barely graduated Thank You Laude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tree and Errol for instilling in me that getting my degree should be something I do for myself first and for a job or anyone else second. Thank God for allowing me the opportunity to fulfill my dreams of earning my degree and for the opportunity to learn more than I thought I would ever learn in school. Hats off to everyone in school pursuing any degree they are pursuing. I wish you all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2903629522936263371?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2903629522936263371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2903629522936263371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2903629522936263371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2903629522936263371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/career-student.html' title='Career Student'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5777694888811907360</id><published>2009-02-22T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:51:02.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>I'm mad as hell right now for numerous reasons. I might blog about those reasons tomorrow, but for now, just know it probably has to do with you if you're reading this. If you are reading this and don't know me, then it isn't about you. I'm just saying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5777694888811907360?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5777694888811907360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5777694888811907360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5777694888811907360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5777694888811907360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6267764779823072902</id><published>2009-02-21T23:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:48:51.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Haters</title><content type='html'>hate [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heyt&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div&gt;verb, hat-ed, hat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, noun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-verb (used with object)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we shake the haters off or entertain them by showing our envy towards them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you show hatred towards someone you consider a friend just because that person has done something you have long awaited to do? Or do you congratulate them on their accomplishment because you are genuinely happy for them?  We all have a jealous side and that's normal, but allowing it to show is when the problem occurs. Let's all try a little harder to keep that jealousy buried within and keep smiling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who is always smiling. She is always happy and I don't think I have ever seen her not smiling. Recently I was looking for an angry photo of her for a project I was working on and I honestly could not find one. I told her every single photo I have of her, whether it's a shot she posed for or a candid one where she was caught off guard, she is smiling. Those are the people we should have surrounding us daily....happy and positive people. Hatred is very negative and we should try hard to avoid negative situations and negative people. If you have someone in your life who is always complaining about something and always seems to have negative things to say about something or someone, turn that negative energy around by offering them something positive as a response. I guarantee they will either begin to agree with you and turn their attitude around or they will leave you alone because they see no matter what they say, you will not join them in their negativity. You know what they say...misery loves company. I don't know about you, but I'd rather have the company of the happy people around me daily. Life is too short to go around mad, complaining and hating on people on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6267764779823072902?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6267764779823072902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6267764779823072902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6267764779823072902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6267764779823072902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/haters.html' title='Haters'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1328804273908983806</id><published>2009-02-20T15:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:40:03.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mardi Gras 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZ8mpsPsiAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/--FkbrYx2Cw/s1600-h/mardi+gras+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305001383759218690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZ8mpsPsiAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/--FkbrYx2Cw/s320/mardi+gras+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year again when everyone parties hard for Mardi Gras, gets drunk, throws beads, women show their tits and no one has any regrets the next day. This year I'm not going to Mardi Gras, but that doesn't mean I won't celebrate in my own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question to you women is...have you ever shown your tits for beads? If so, did you get the beads or did the guy just tease you to get you to show your goods? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be safe out there and have a happy Mardi Gras 2009!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1328804273908983806?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1328804273908983806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1328804273908983806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1328804273908983806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1328804273908983806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/mardi-gras-2009.html' title='Mardi Gras 2009'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZ8mpsPsiAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/--FkbrYx2Cw/s72-c/mardi+gras+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3951796397597549462</id><published>2009-02-18T00:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:06:39.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kimisms</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend who types the wrong word(s) all the time? Does that irritate you or do you turn it around to make fun of them and include those words in your everyday email vocabulary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who I am fortunate enough to have in my life to provide us with these "kimisms" daily. I have a ton of pet peeves or "splinters" as I like to call them now, so I am very fortunate to have someone like her to provide laughter and make me turn those pet peeves into a comedic situation. Here is a list of "kimisms" to help you translate your emails or text messages just in case you need them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder = wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Prays = prayers&lt;br /&gt;Excite = excited&lt;br /&gt;Brunch = bunch&lt;br /&gt;Minds = mines&lt;br /&gt;To = too&lt;br /&gt;Know = now&lt;br /&gt;Angel = angel&lt;br /&gt;Want = won't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3951796397597549462?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3951796397597549462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3951796397597549462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3951796397597549462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3951796397597549462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/kimisms.html' title='Kimisms'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1840296990306742580</id><published>2009-02-17T00:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:54:48.837-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make you say hmmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this short and sweet. I am really frustrated for several reasons. One main reason is because I get sick and tired of not feeling like I can be myself. I feel I have to pretend to be someone I'm not sometimes, for one reason or another. One thing I am going to really work on from this day forth is focusing on pleasing myself and worrying less and less about others. I waste too much time, energy and oxygen on trying to please others, trying to figure out why they do the things they do or why they don't do things a certain way and personally, I'm sick of it and I'm sick and tired of being frustrated or irritated by these things daily. So, if you all don't give a damn, why should I? I'm just saying.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I've said before and will continue to say....If you think what I'm saying is about you, chances are, it probably is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace....zRo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1840296990306742580?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1840296990306742580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1840296990306742580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1840296990306742580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1840296990306742580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3931947799921671824</id><published>2009-02-11T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:06:30.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Inquisitive or Nosey</title><content type='html'>The question of the day is are you just inquisitive about certain things or are you flat out nosey?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ask people things that you really don't understand and are curious to know the answer to or do you ask questions just to get into their business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything I blog about, this is a real situation that has happened to me at some point in time, so I'm posing this question to everyone else to see how you may have handled these situations. Also, I'm trying to find out if you are one of those people who just like to be in everyone else's business or if you are one of those inquisitive people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my mom would often ask me what does a certain friend of mine do for a living and my answer would most times be "I don't know." That would irritate the crap out of her because she said I never asked enough questions. My response to her would always be that asking a ton of questions may not come across as a good thing. It may come across as me being nosey and to this day, I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; tell her she is just plain nosey and to stop asking me so many questions and to stay out of my business! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jokes aside, I still have a problem with asking someone too many questions. I just don't want to seem like the nosey, gossip type. Therefore, I live by a rule that if you ask someone a question and they give you a short answer, that's all that person wants you to know, so you should not continue to ask them questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree or disagree? Are you nosey and can admit it or are you just inquisitive and can stop at one question regardless of the answer you are given? Inquiry minds want to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3931947799921671824?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3931947799921671824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3931947799921671824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3931947799921671824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3931947799921671824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/inquisitive-or-nosey.html' title='Inquisitive or Nosey'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3749014809112447813</id><published>2009-02-10T23:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:31:32.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Thanks'/><title type='text'>Brian Anthony Scott, II</title><content type='html'>I want to give all praise to God at this time and thank Him first and foremost for allowing the wonderful team of surgeons to perform a successful operation on my 3 month old nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian A. Scott, II was diagnosed with craniosynostosis over a month ago and although fear entered all of our hearts and minds, we stayed prayerful and hopeful while asking everyone for their extended prayers. After sleepless nights and a stressful few hours at the hospital yesterday morning, the wonderful team of doctors and nurses assigned to perform the operation, assured us that everything was a success and that little Brian was doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally want to thank all of my friends, family and extended network of people through my friends who extended their prayers to us and to B2 (Two as I like to call him). Thank you all for your prayers, countless emails and text messages asking about him, asking for updates and telling me to send your prayers to the immediate family. We appreciate everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of photos of the little trooper immediately after surgery. I am proud to share these photos with everyone as I'm sure everyone is excited to see them. B2 is recovering fine and awaiting the opportunity to share his miracle with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you B2! Always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZJgJ_6yQpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oKMaVBEGp3E/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301405436261581458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZJgJ_6yQpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oKMaVBEGp3E/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZJhjiJ4wSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_ydpVhtbb1Y/s1600-h/DSC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301406974460084514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZJhjiJ4wSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_ydpVhtbb1Y/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3749014809112447813?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3749014809112447813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3749014809112447813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3749014809112447813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3749014809112447813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/brian-anthony-scott-ii.html' title='Brian Anthony Scott, II'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SZJgJ_6yQpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oKMaVBEGp3E/s72-c/DSC_0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6587363316160030684</id><published>2009-02-04T21:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:57:42.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Simply Saying Thank You</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I posted a blog a while back about simple acts of gratitude and unfortunately not very many people took it seriously. When are we going to learn to simply say "thank you" to people for whatever they may do for you?? I mean, it irritates me like you could never imagine to take the time to give someone some advice, directions, information, a phone number, or whatever the case may be, only to have them ignore me and not bother to say a simple thank you. You know what that makes me think? It makes me think that you think you're better than me and that it's my job to go out of my way to provide you with infomation that you could have very well looked up yourself. Got dammit! Come on people! Work with me here and say thank you! You're killing me. I'm trying my damnest to be nice and be a more positive person, but you're making me resort to either not answering you when you text me a question, lie and tell you I have no idea, or just do like you do and ignore you. I really don't want to resort to being an idiot like you, but if push comes to shove, I will lead by your example and just ignore you so I am not forced out of my positive element and into your negative one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if you have to question who I may be talking about, chances are, it's you. So take a moment to reevaluate how you respond (or not respond) to someone who is going out of their way to do something nice for you, only to have you ignore their act of kindness and appear unappreciative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6587363316160030684?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6587363316160030684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6587363316160030684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6587363316160030684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6587363316160030684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/simply-saying-thank-you.html' title='Simply Saying Thank You'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7010206166747600564</id><published>2009-02-01T12:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:43:14.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>kar⋅ma  /ˈkɑrmə/ &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. Hinduism, Buddhism. action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma? Do you even stop to recognize when something good or bad is happening to you that maybe it's because of some nice or vengeful act you bestowed upon someone else? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in karma and therefore, I often think twice before I attempt to do or say something negative to someone for fear of something bad happening to me as a result. I think everyone should think this way before acting and maybe the world would be a happier place. Maybe there would be less racism, fewer angry people, no more grudge holding or attempts at getting revenge, closer families and more friendships than acquaintances. There would also be more trust in relationships and when things didn't work out, parting ways would be a lot less stressful and a lot less vindictive. We should all strive for good karma instead of bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change and what better way to start than by reevaluating our own actions and making an effort to change any actions that may not be considered acceptable to others so that good karma can come our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7010206166747600564?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7010206166747600564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7010206166747600564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7010206166747600564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7010206166747600564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2238603655149756818</id><published>2009-01-20T18:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:35:06.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President Barack Obama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXZrNaNGQlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JuGhehmJbFY/s1600-h/Obama_Inauguration.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293536290137326162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXZrNaNGQlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JuGhehmJbFY/s320/Obama_Inauguration.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more than happy to say congrats to Barack Obama for being the first African American President in the history of the United States!! I am also happy to be alive today, to witness this tremendous historic event. I feel so overjoyed for so many Americans, including myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS PRESIDENT OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2238603655149756818?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2238603655149756818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2238603655149756818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2238603655149756818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2238603655149756818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-barack-obama.html' title='President Barack Obama!'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXZrNaNGQlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JuGhehmJbFY/s72-c/Obama_Inauguration.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7668094281381966895</id><published>2009-01-19T21:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:43:56.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wino's Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXVHiKQFixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Odb1Rz6jlZg/s1600-h/wine_club_hero_New.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293215589236837138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXVHiKQFixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Odb1Rz6jlZg/s320/wine_club_hero_New.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I were recently told that we need to go to W. A. meetings (Wino's Anonymous) because we love wine so much. Well, we decided to admit to our problem and do something about it, so we currently have daily meetings at an undisclosed location to sample different wines that may not be good for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem we have is other people having a problem with us drinking wine. We don't see anything wrong with this and surely don't think it's a problem because our main objective is to drink lots of wine in order to filter out the wines we don't like so we know what to give up when we attend our meetings. How else can we find out which wines are nasty if we don't taste them all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you love wine and feel you have a problem finding out which wines you need to stop drinking, join us for our Wino's Anonymous meetings for help. We promise to keep your addiction a secret and we will never, ever reveal which wines you dislike. We honor and respect our code of ethics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7668094281381966895?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7668094281381966895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7668094281381966895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7668094281381966895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7668094281381966895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/winos-anonymous.html' title='Wino&apos;s Anonymous'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SXVHiKQFixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Odb1Rz6jlZg/s72-c/wine_club_hero_New.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-955539323596090073</id><published>2009-01-14T23:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:40:11.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Truce or Surrender?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SW7PInpWzrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IE0SNid8cZs/s1600-h/waving+white+towel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291394359195258546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SW7PInpWzrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IE0SNid8cZs/s320/waving+white+towel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you realize enough is enough and raise the white flag? Is that even an option? Do you continue to fight for what you believe in when you feel you're right, or do you just say to hell with it because you're tired of pleading your case and you just don't want to deal with that person any longer? Any of these questions sound familiar to you? Is this a truce or are you surrendering to the bullshit and throwing in the towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound all too familiar to me. I know most of you reading my blog might think "WOW, this idiot has a lot of drama in her life!", but that's not true. I USED to have a lot of drama in my life, but with growth and maturity, came weeding out the negativity while embracing all things positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I had someone (who shall remain nameless for now) email me and then call me a few hours later about the email where he or she thought I wasn't being very "friendly". I have three letters for statements like this...W T F??? Where is it written in stone that I have to be "friendly" to everyone I meet? I must have missed that portion of the handbook, so if you have a copy, by all means, please highlight that part and send me a copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-955539323596090073?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/955539323596090073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=955539323596090073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/955539323596090073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/955539323596090073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/raising-white-flag.html' title='Truce or Surrender?'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SW7PInpWzrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IE0SNid8cZs/s72-c/waving+white+towel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-57290010566084505</id><published>2009-01-13T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:50:32.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Join me on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Rochelle-Scott/1557218146" title="Rochelle Scott's Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/1557218146.259.204461597.png" border="0" alt="Rochelle Scott's Facebook profile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-57290010566084505?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/57290010566084505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=57290010566084505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/57290010566084505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/57290010566084505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/join-me-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7657979487452284859</id><published>2009-01-13T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:34:31.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Grudges</title><content type='html'>Are you one to hold grudges? How long should you hold a grudge, if you hold one at all? What's the longest you've ever held a grudge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet some of you could hold a record in the Guiness Book for holding a grudge. It's not healthy to hold anger inside like that and no one should hold a grudge against someone. It only makes you bitter and very negative. Back in the day, I used to be the queen of holding grudges and I could tell you the exact year, day and place when you pissed me off. Every grudge had a good reason and I remembered every single reason. Not only was I a grudge holder, I would take it upon myself to get revenge on those people. It wasn't until I grew up and got more mature that I realized it isn't my job to make someone pay for the evil acts they bestow upon others. No, that's not my job and it's not yours either. This year and moving forward in the future, everyone should take a vow to not hold grudges any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my 10 year high school reunion, there were people there still mad from something that happened 10 or even 14 years prior. All I can say is it's a damn shame that people can be that petty after we've all grown up and are no longer teenagers. Holding grudges brings about hatred and life is too short to hold hatred in your heart for someone. A wise friend once made a comment about someone we know, saying "How is she going to try and sweep off my porch when her own porch is dusty and needs sweeping?" I loved it when she said it and I love it now. I can't wait to go to my 20 year reunion next year just to see if those same people, or even new ones, are still mad from something that happened over 20 years ago. I'll just shake my head and pray for them if they are...and you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, if you think I'm still the same person I was when I was 17 or even 27, you're wrong. I've changed a great deal and I'm a much happier, forgiving, positive person, so if you are hesitant about speaking to me when you see me at the reunion, by all means don't be hesitant. I will embrace you with a big warm hug and we can celebrate what it is....a reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7657979487452284859?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7657979487452284859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7657979487452284859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7657979487452284859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7657979487452284859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/grudges.html' title='Grudges'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5431309588046909305</id><published>2009-01-05T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:35:31.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Splinters</title><content type='html'>It's 2009 and time for change. I have always been a stickler for change and don't adapt too well when things stay the same. So, one change I'm going to make for this year is to call my pet peeves splinters because they get under my skin just like a splinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kick this year off, I have a splinter that is really deep under my skin and I can't seem to grasp, even with the most pointed pair of tweezers. That splinter is when I email someone and within that email, several questions are asked, only to have them respond back answering the very last question. Why do I have to number my questions in order to get a response to everything? I mean, this happens more often than not and it really aggravates me, so I'm putting it out there for those of you who do this. Now you know how much it irritates me and if you're reading this and don't know if you're one of those 99 out of 100 people, more than likely you are. It irritates me moreso when clients do it. How can you try to conduct business and ask your client a list of pertinent things regarding their design that they wanted yesterday, only to have them respond back with "Thanks!"?? WTH?? I asked you specific questions! That is not an answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it together for oh-nine people because we learned basics like this in elementary school. I guess most of you weren't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Boss Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5431309588046909305?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5431309588046909305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5431309588046909305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5431309588046909305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5431309588046909305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/splinters.html' title='Splinters'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2232456743331527727</id><published>2009-01-01T06:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:43:24.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time in '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVzioYKtRLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Acg_vPAw-kA/s1600-h/Happy+New+Year+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349245936125106" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVzioYKtRLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Acg_vPAw-kA/s320/Happy+New+Year+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!!!!!!!!! It's a brand new year and time for those dreadful resolutions that no one keeps past February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis sent me a text last night with a great slogan that I told her I was going to steal for my blog. She said go ahead, so here it is...Family Time in Oh Nine! I loved it and from this day forward, this will be my slogan for 2009. I always choose a slogan or song as my theme for the year (a few years ago it was "No More Drama" by Mary J. Blige). This year, I plan to spend more time with my family (those I can tolerate more than 5 minutes) and just have fun. Less stress is always the best, so if I don't stress myself out by trying to be there for everyone else, I should be good. Since my family is so understanding (NOT! and you know who you are), I should be good for 364 more days of seeing them and not having them flake out on me for only visiting 5 minutes at a time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your New Year's Resolutions for 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2232456743331527727?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2232456743331527727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2232456743331527727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2232456743331527727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2232456743331527727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-time-in-09.html' title='Family Time in &apos;09'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVzioYKtRLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Acg_vPAw-kA/s72-c/Happy+New+Year+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7795725461074959563</id><published>2008-12-29T11:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:31:35.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Family Values</title><content type='html'>Are you close to your immediate family or are you closer to your spouse's family or your friend's family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask this because this tends to be an issue with most families these days. We all know jealousy and even hatred exists everyday, but do those traits exist within your household or family? Jealousy is a strong trait and hatred is even stronger, but they both exist daily and within every relationship around the world. Personally, I am not a fan of using the word "hate" because it is such a strong word and I do not believe in using it against living beings, but that does not mean it is a word that does not exist in everyday vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends and family have gotten married or adopted other friends and families and they have expressed how difficult it is to spend time with both families, but they try to come to some sort of agreement to where they alternate holidays in order to spend time with both families equally. For instance, my best friend and her husband may spend Christmas here in Houston one year with her family and then the next year they go to Dallas to spend Christmas with his family. They alternate holidays like this all year. I look at them and ask myself is this something I would be willing to do? I guess it would depend on how close I am with my family and how close I am with my man's family. I have been known to be a house hopper, where I visit several friend's houses during the holidays and although I've gotten used to that and my friends have probably gotten used to that, would they be okay with me changing things up if I got married and had other obligations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all of this to say that some of my family members have new families and have resorted to spending their entire holiday season with their new family instead of their birth family. Does this mean they are right or wrong? It doesn't bother me because I totally understand that everyone meets new people along the way, besides, I have tons of friends I try to visit during the holidays to do something different from the norm, but it bothers some of my family members. I guess that's where the jealousy and hatred comes into play. Are these family members jealous that the other family members have a new family or are they just mad that there are other options? Should they be understanding or should both parties realize that changes will occur and things won't always be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think or suggest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7795725461074959563?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7795725461074959563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7795725461074959563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7795725461074959563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7795725461074959563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-values.html' title='Family Values'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-447201566063916979</id><published>2008-12-28T15:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:49:49.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVf0Zmjjj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XrxTblmNRqg/s1600-h/BIG+ego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284961408426151794" style="WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVf0Zmjjj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XrxTblmNRqg/s320/BIG+ego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's new CD is out and I absolutely love it! One of my favorite songs is "Ego" and my favorite verse of the songs goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Usually I'm humble&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't choose&lt;br /&gt;You can leave with me&lt;br /&gt;Or you could have the blues&lt;br /&gt;Some call it arrogant&lt;br /&gt;I call it confident&lt;br /&gt;You decide when you find&lt;br /&gt;Out what Im working with&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm killing you with them legs&lt;br /&gt;Better yet them thighs&lt;br /&gt;Matter a fact its my smile&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Boy you a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sum'n like me...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too big&lt;br /&gt;It's too wide&lt;br /&gt;It's too strong&lt;br /&gt;It won't fit&lt;br /&gt;It's too much&lt;br /&gt;It's too tough&lt;br /&gt;I talk like this&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can back it up&lt;br /&gt;I got a big ego&lt;br /&gt;Such a huge ego....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this isn't the strong woman's anthem for 2009, I don't know what is! It's my anthem fo'sho! I have a HUGE EGO if you go by these words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-447201566063916979?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/447201566063916979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=447201566063916979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/447201566063916979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/447201566063916979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SVf0Zmjjj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XrxTblmNRqg/s72-c/BIG+ego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-4934462271095704685</id><published>2008-12-28T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:30:07.386-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Last Pet Peeve of 2008</title><content type='html'>Since it's almost the end of 2008, I will post one more pet peeve for the year because I'm sure I'll have a whole new list come 2009 since people tend to do things daily to get on my nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pet Peeve #999...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;People who pick up your cell phone when it rings and look at it to see who's calling before handing it to you. This pet peeve goes hand in hand with #999.1 and that one is people who pick up your cell phone when it rings and proceed to ANSWER IT because they know who the person is. WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, both of these are flat out rude, unethical and proves you have no home training. Respect other people's privacy! This particular thing happens to me quite often, so I have to resort to keeping my cell on silent, in my purse or strapped to my hip at all times. Leaving it laying around the room obviously invites others to think they have just cause to pick it up and invade your privacy. SMH...What's wrong with people? If someone's cell phone rings and it is obviously not yours, you simply tell that person their phone is ringing. If they tell you to look at it and let them know who's calling, fine, you have permission to look at it, but you should always, I repeat...ALWAYS wait for them to tell you what to do before you take matters into your own hands. Never, EVER pick up someone else's phone and look to see who is calling first. If they wanted everyone to know, they would have a phone that speaks out the name of the person calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it together people and stop being nosey! Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-4934462271095704685?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4934462271095704685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=4934462271095704685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/4934462271095704685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/4934462271095704685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-pet-peeve-of-2008.html' title='The Last Pet Peeve of 2008'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-8246565593232963112</id><published>2008-12-21T00:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:35:44.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>...Another Pet Peeve (as if you're surprised!)</title><content type='html'>One of my top pet peeves (it's not #1, but it's a close 2nd) is people spelling my name wrong. A few people have been told they have butchered my name and all I ask is that you please don't do it again, but others continue to add letters or omit letters at their own discretion. Please know this gets under my skin like a splinter! Now, I allow people to give me tons of nicknames and some of them I have grown to love, but when you misspell my birth name or choose to spell a childhood nickname of mine your own way, you are irritating me to no end. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not trying to say I'm perfect by any means, but I make it a point to try to notice how someone spells their name so I don't make the same mistake that others make with my name. For the last time...Ro is NOT spelled with a "w" or an "e" on the end! If someone's name is Rowina, I can understand you adding a "w" to their shortened name, but if the person's name is Romelle or Rokeshia, why would you add a "w" or an "e" after "Ro" when it does not make any sense? *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it together people and please stop making me post spelling and grammar lessons on my blog. I am not a teacher and have more important things to do than teach you how to shorten someone's name. WTF?? I'm just saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-8246565593232963112?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8246565593232963112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=8246565593232963112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/8246565593232963112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/8246565593232963112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-pet-peeve-as-if-youre-surprised.html' title='...Another Pet Peeve (as if you&apos;re surprised!)'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5710859698471853943</id><published>2008-12-20T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:03:47.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>The Bucket List is a movie that I thought I never wanted to see, but after watching it on cable recently, I must say I am glad I saw it because it is an excellent movie. First of all, if you haven't seen it, I won't spoil it for you, but I must say making a "bucket list" is a great idea that I believe everyone should do at one point in their lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past, I have written down things on a sheet of paper that I would like to achieve and I called that list "goals" or "resolutions". Whatever the list is called, I believe we should all strive to do things we have always dreamed of doing, no matter how far fetched they may seem. I have done things that I have wanted to do, things I have never dreamed of doing, things I am proud of, things I regret, things I am embarrassed by, things I can laugh hard at, every time I think about them as well as things that make me cry whenever they cross my mind. I have achieved things that I can brag about and feel my heart filling with joy each time they are mentioned and I have done things that I will never tell another human being. I firmly believe that not everyone needs to know everything about you, so I am taking some things to my grave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sitting here reminiscing on all of my goals, achievements, mishaps and failures, I realized I have yet to achieve a whole lot of things. With that said, I plan on making a brand new list this holiday season and instead of waiting on January 1 to begin crossing off things on my list, I will start right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing on my list is to spend as much time as possible with my family this holiday season and with Christmas being only a few days away, this goal is very much attainable. For the past 6 or more years, I have tired myself out by trying to house hop to 3 or more houses on every major holiday and if you live in Houston or have ever visited, you know that traveling to and eating at several houses in the course of a few hours is nearly impossible to do! Mainly because of how HUGE this city is and how far apart everyone lives. Don't get me wrong, I love being invited by so many people because it lets me feel and know just how much I am loved, so please don't stop inviting me. However, this year, I'm making a point to spend time with my family first and try not to stress myself out by trying to make it to all those other houses in one day. I'm starting by making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy and what will make me happy is putting smiles on the faces of my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5710859698471853943?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5710859698471853943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5710859698471853943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5710859698471853943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5710859698471853943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-234401389915310047</id><published>2008-12-18T08:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:05:14.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Thanks'/><title type='text'>The Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>With Christmas being less than two weeks away, the number one question being asked is "What do you want for Christmas?" Before you yell out an answer that includes material things, take a moment to read this email that was sent to me by a good friend of mine. It really makes you think and reflect on what this time of year should really mean and what gifts you should really be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cayenne, for this wonderful email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Another year has come and almost gone and so many things, good and bad, have happened in so many lives. As the end of 2008 approaches, we need to truly take a moment to self reflect. How has God blessed you? Do you really pay attention? Sometimes we are so blessed that we forget to really be truly grateful to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a roof over your head and a warm bed? Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You have food in your fridge and dishes to serve it on? Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You have a job in an economy where hundreds of thousands have lost their jobs? Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You have healthy children and spouses? Lord have mercy! Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You have vehicles to transport you back n forth? Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You have a family who loves you and thinks about you? Blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I could go on about why we should be happy and celebrating life and each other during this season but it does no good if we don't realize it for ourselves. Forget the spirit of Christmas for a second and remember the spirit of Christ. We should be worshipping him and giving lots of praise as we honor him. And in honoring him, we remember his greatest commandment...which is that we love one another. In loving your fellow man, you love Christ. If you are finding that you are not excited about Christmas anymore or that you feel empty or uninterested...it may be because you need a change for the holidays. Maybe visiting a hospital and bringing gifts to children who are battling cancer will make you feel uplifted and joyous as you go home and peak in on your own happy children safely in bed. Maybe donating your time and serving food to those made homeless by Rita, Katrina, and Ike will make you smile when you pull into your own driveway and realize your blessings. I honestly believe that taking the focus off your own grievances and problems to focus on someone else, can turn your humdrum spirit into one of joy. Suddenly, your problems don't seem so big anymore and you can fall to your face and kneel before God and give him TRUE PRAISE AND GLORY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I said all that to say, this is a beautiful time of year when family and friends should look forward to seeing each other and celebrating life. Let's remember the people who are away from their families in Iraq this Christmas, let's remember the sick children and even the elderly who are cooped up in hospital wards this Christmas, let's remember the families where both parents have been laid off in the recent economy and can't buy gifts for their families this Christmas, let's remember the people who lost their homes, jobs and schools to Hurricane Ike this Christmas, let's remember the thousands of families who have lost their homes in foreclosure this Christmas and most of all let's remember CHRIST this Christmas. He is the reason for the season and we should always remember to be a blessing to others because we are so very blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I love you all and ask that we each seek our hearts and remember what love truly is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-234401389915310047?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/234401389915310047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=234401389915310047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/234401389915310047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/234401389915310047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirit-of-christmas_18.html' title='The Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1151816826164104805</id><published>2008-12-17T20:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:05:12.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>No Comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uIj0YvDBKE"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUm8uSyjpKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dNNBfeqOwnE/s1600-h/Bush.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUm8uSyjpKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dNNBfeqOwnE/s320/Bush.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959541572510882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but this is funny as hell to me! Who knew Dubya knew how to bob and weave? Someone should sign him up to fight the heavyweight champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwknittryFo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1151816826164104805?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1151816826164104805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1151816826164104805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1151816826164104805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1151816826164104805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-comment.html' title='No Comment'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUm8uSyjpKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dNNBfeqOwnE/s72-c/Bush.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2591856346244265212</id><published>2008-12-17T14:52:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:28:53.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>WTF??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUmantb6x8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AjbphHP1uY4/s1600-h/huh+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280922045070886850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUmantb6x8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AjbphHP1uY4/s320/huh+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's that time of year when everyone needs to buy someone a gift. Whether it is a gift for a relative, friend or coworker, we all dread having to go shopping to buy a gift for someone when we don't really know what that person wants or likes right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's how I feel, even if you don't agree. I'd rather spend my money on myself. Not to sound like a selfish grinch or anything (&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;for lack of a better choice of words&lt;/span&gt;), that's just the reality of it. Besides, you can ask someone all day long what do they really want for Christmas and they won't tell you the truth. I bet most of you don't realize how many people may actually talk behind your back about how horrible the gift was that you bought them. Is that an act of being unappreciative? Certainly, and you guessed it...I CAN'T STAND THAT!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said all of this to bring up a situation that occured today. A friend of mine asked a group of us for gift ideas for her secret santa and everything we suggested wasn't good enough. So after about 10 ideas, she said thanks anyway, but I didn't get the answer I was looking for. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if you didn't get the answer you're looking for, that means you already knew the answer, right? So why are you asking other people for their suggestions? That's just my take on it...I'm just saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2591856346244265212?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2591856346244265212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2591856346244265212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2591856346244265212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2591856346244265212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title='WTF??'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUmantb6x8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AjbphHP1uY4/s72-c/huh+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2528214976874677424</id><published>2008-12-17T13:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:28:10.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Email Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUlWTZU5LlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5DK22UPtpfw/s1600-h/email+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280846929284640338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUlWTZU5LlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5DK22UPtpfw/s400/email+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever forwarded an email to people, only to get responses back asking you where on earth did you get that email, as if you are the creator of the email? Did they not see the letters "FWD" in the subject line, or did you remove those letters to make it appear as if you sent it, only to regret ever doing that in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to me quite often and I get irritated sometimes (who am I kidding, I get irritated &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the time). I try to chalk it up to people being email illiterate and not understanding the whole concept of forwarding, but then again, I feel that most of these people actually believe the person who sent them the email is the one who created it. Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain family member of mine, who shall remain nameless, is kind of goofy, or shall I say, "slow" when it comes to understanding the whole concept of emailing (replying, forwarding, etc) and has often either sent me the same email I sent to her, forwarded an email to me that someone else had already sent to both of us and she didn’t notice my name on the original email or she simply responded back to me asking where did I get that email from because it was too funny??!?!! Here is how I respond to those crazy emails....When I get the responses asking where did I get that email from, I usually respond back saying "Uhm...it was forwarded to me", while I'm thinking HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE??? Or I click the button to send it to my favorite file folder....TRASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to say is I shake my head daily and most likely delete those emails without bothering to respond because if I responded back trying to explain, I’d end up stabbing myself in the neck with a plastic knife. So, if you've never gotten a response back from me after you asked me a stupid question as stated above, now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2528214976874677424?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2528214976874677424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2528214976874677424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2528214976874677424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2528214976874677424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/email-etiquette.html' title='Email Etiquette'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUlWTZU5LlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5DK22UPtpfw/s72-c/email+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1982017812571498013</id><published>2008-12-16T14:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:07:28.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUhP5CefljI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0W5EZU5E2yE/s1600-h/santa-claus-clothing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558404427814450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUhP5CefljI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0W5EZU5E2yE/s400/santa-claus-clothing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, the holiday season is fastly approaching and the main question everyone wants to know is, have you been naughty or nice? I'll answer first...I've been both naughty and nice. I'll tell you how I've been nice, but how I've been naughty will remain confidential between me, Santa and my journal. (insert sneaky laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been nice by simply trying to do everything I can possibly do to please everyone else. I've been nice by giving discounts on design work to people for the months of November and December. I've been nice by not kicking someone's ass who needed it kicked. I've been nice by refraining from cursing someone out who most definately deserved it. I've also been nice by holding my tongue when I should be outspoken and tell certain people they're riding my coat tails all the way to the big dance and trust me, I am not as stupid as you look. Last but not least, I've been extremely nice not to throw things back into people's faces when they know they deserve it. Instead, I'm going to continue to be nice enough to pray that they receive their karma in due time. LOL!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask Santa to please bring me nice gifts since I've been so nice to everyone else this year. lol&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/7384887737235998352-1982017812571498013?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1982017812571498013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1982017812571498013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1982017812571498013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1982017812571498013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUhP5CefljI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0W5EZU5E2yE/s72-c/santa-claus-clothing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-150162928603113659</id><published>2008-12-14T19:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:28:29.900-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Just Saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had someone tell you that you talk too much and never give them a chance to get a word in? I haven't been the person on the receiving end of that statement, but I have been the one to tell someone else they talk too much! If I'm one of those people, I only hope someone tells me I'm getting on their nerves by talking too much. I can take criticism, so by all means, let me have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience this all the time with people very close to me, but I won't divulge that information because they would kill me if they realize I'm talking about them. (although I think they're too "slow" to realize it) LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-150162928603113659?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/150162928603113659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=150162928603113659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/150162928603113659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/150162928603113659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5003821885406138065</id><published>2008-12-14T17:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:29:31.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves...The List Goes On....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may have been wondering what my number one pet peeve is. Well, here it is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...People speaking incorrectly via text messaging or email. We learned early on in school on how to use words correctly, such as "you're" or "your", "their" or "they're" and even "write" or "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people!!!!!!!! We learned this in grade school. This is one fast way to turn me off completely! If I meet a guy and he texts me "Your HOT!" you should see my face. I get so irritated and disgusted, I don't even bother texting him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful English teacher in school who taught me right away that if you question which word to use, talk it out. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1: break down "You're HOT" (since you're is a contraction), to both words..."you" and "are". Now, say the sentence as 3 words instead of 2 and you get "You are HOT!". Simple right? I would think so, but I have yet to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2: the words "your" and "their" are possessive, so saying "Your HOT" or "Their here" makes absolutely NO sense whatsoever! Refer to lesson #1 and learn how to break the word down into two words so you tell a hot chick "You are HOT" instead of appearing like you left a word out of the statement. The correct way to use "Your" would be to say "Your ass is HOT!" and the correct way to use the word "Their" would be to say "Their asses are HOT!" Using "their" when you should be using "they are" and vice versa, simply makes you look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? I sure as hell hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the words "write" and "right". Now, in no way are these two words spelled similar, so there should be no reason for anyone to confuse the two. However, I have met my share of idiots who insist on using the word "write" when they mean or should know to use the word "right". How can that happen you ask? I would have never wondered that myself until it happened. Here's an example...."You know something, your write." Now, what the hell is wrong with that sentence??? In case you're one of the idiots I've been writing about, let me tell you. Not only is the word "write" incorrect, but the word "your" is used incorrectly as well. The sentence should read "You know something, you're right." OR "You know something, you are right." (break the contraction down into both words to ensure you use it correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need everyone out there to get it together if you want to impress that man or woman you intend to be your husband or wife one day. I can't speak for everyone out there, but as for myself, I can't get past the grammar ignorance. I also read a book by Eric Jerome Dickey recently called Pleasure, that I swore up and down was written about me at first because the main character in the book had a pet peeve just like this one. She was trying to get rid of a guy she was dating who kept sending her text messages with incorrect grammar and all I could do was laugh and think to myself that I'm glad I'm not the only one who notices this and can't stand it! Pick up a dictionary or thesauras &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; simply pay attention in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini aka Boss Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5003821885406138065?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5003821885406138065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5003821885406138065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5003821885406138065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5003821885406138065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/pet-peevesthe-list-goes-on.html' title='Pet Peeves...The List Goes On....'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5578155630860744130</id><published>2008-12-13T00:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:11:39.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Have You Ever...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUNgIBw_zcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aKYBmCY-9PU/s1600-h/dice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279168879237516738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUNgIBw_zcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aKYBmCY-9PU/s400/dice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever received an email that was meant for someone else, but they sent it to you on accident? &lt;em&gt;What did you say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sent someone an email asking them for their address, only to have them email you back giving you their email address?? &lt;em&gt;WTF? Obviously you know their email address because you EMAILED them to ask for their address. DUH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever secretly lusted behind your best friend's boyfriend or husband and never told them your secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt paranoid by certain things because you have a hidden fear or phobia that you don't want to reveal to your friends and loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to the hair salon, only to have to come home and redo your hair yourself and feel like why the hell did I go there in the first place??? I could have saved that money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought to yourself; why on earth does she wear those skinny jeans and half shirt when she knows she's too fat for them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend who had bad breath or body odor all the time and you couldn't find the nerve to tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever let a friend or family member go around with food stuck in their teeth just because you thought it was funny? &lt;em&gt;You know that's not right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just sat up thinking about questions you could post on your blog and pray the people who they're really about don't realize it's really about them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you really want that person to read it and realize it's about them??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5578155630860744130?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5578155630860744130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5578155630860744130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5578155630860744130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5578155630860744130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever...??'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SUNgIBw_zcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aKYBmCY-9PU/s72-c/dice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-3334565626709271430</id><published>2008-12-10T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:39:41.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Constructive Criticism</title><content type='html'>Are you honest with your friends? Do you tell them when they do something that gets on your last nerve, or do you just hold it in and vent to others about that person? I ask this question because of a recent conversation with a friend of mine. We discussed how some people can take constructive criticism while others cannot. The people who tend to not be able to accept criticism are often those to quickly point out your flaws, aren't they? That's what I've experienced most of my life. At any rate, I just wanted to put this out there because I know there are others who are either in the same position as me and can take the criticism as well as dish it or who are on the other side and can't take any type of criticism, regardless of who is giving it or what is said. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm perfect in any way, I'm just saying that things need to be said and if you are a true friend to that person, you need to let them know what it is that they do that may get on your nerves. If they are a true friend, they will respect you for your honesty. Try it and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-3334565626709271430?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3334565626709271430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=3334565626709271430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3334565626709271430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/3334565626709271430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/constructive-criticism.html' title='Constructive Criticism'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-331590114169460648</id><published>2008-12-09T16:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:13.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>Let me be the first to admit to being lazy. Let me also be the first to say I CAN'T STAND LAZY PEOPLE! Take that for what it's worth and twist it all up to mean whatever it is you want it to mean, but for me, it means just that...I can't stand lazy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I can't stand myself? Perhaps. Perhaps not. You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why I say I can't stand lazy people. I was driving down the street the other day when I came upon someone asking for money. Now, I consider myself a Christian and all, but it's something about some of these people with creases in their signs that make me mad and roll my window up. Not everyone is honest and I have to keep telling myself do not go broke by giving these people your money. Anyway, I approached the stoplight when I noticed this guy sitting on the curb with his "Please help me" sign. My thoughts immediately went back to 1995 (yes I remember the year) when my dad told me to pay close attention to those "homeless" people at the stoplights begging for money. He said to pay closely attention to their signs and notice there is always a crease in them. Then he proceeded to tell me that the crease is there so they can hurry and fold it up and tuck it in their jacket when they see the police coming because it's against the law in Houston to stand out there and beg for money. He also told me to look to my immediate right, right after I see one of these fraud people because there will most likely be a car that has a "for sale" sign on it or appear to be broken down. When I looked to the right, that bright morning in 1995, there was a car there and my dad said "That's that fool's car! How much you want a bet he will fold up his sign and limp across the street late at night and get in that car to drive home to his wife, mansion and porsche?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/ST7-keMCs3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/R1IOp17DImc/s1600-h/page0_blog_entry5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277935715857118066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/ST7-keMCs3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/R1IOp17DImc/s400/page0_blog_entry5_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time I laughed because I was still naive and loved my dads stories, but now I realize how true that is and how accurate he was. Thanks daddy, for tipping me to the lazy people who don't want to get a real job and sit on the corner to beg for my money. In case you want to come visit me, I'll be posted up on the corner of Smith street and Webster in downtown Houston, aka, Spec's Liquor Store. There are plenty of people with money who frequent that store and I'm sure I can wink my eye, flash my smile and get a few extra dollars a month. At any rate, my point is, there are too many lazy ass people in this world begging for other people's money when they should be out there looking for a way to make their own. Before I end this post, let me tell you about one time my youngest brother and I went to a corner store in our old neighborhood. We drove into the lot, got out of the car and was approached by a drunk guy asking for money. I can't remember how much he asked us for, but before he could finish asking, my brother said "You know what?? I was JUST about to ask you for some money." and kept walking into the store. LOL!! I died laughing once I got inside and realized what my brother had said. When we got back outside, the guy tried to shake my brother's hand and tell him that he got him good. He was laughing. Now what does that tell you? Did he really need that money or was he just trying to hustle a couple of young people making a stop at the corner store? Now I know why my dad called them "Stop 'n Rob's" instead of "Corner Stores". &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/ST78ln_G1TI/AAAAAAAAADo/6DuOuhgIT74/s1600-h/page0_blog_entry5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7384887737235998352-331590114169460648?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/331590114169460648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=331590114169460648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/331590114169460648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/331590114169460648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/ST7-keMCs3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/R1IOp17DImc/s72-c/page0_blog_entry5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7039314818834499692</id><published>2008-12-07T19:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:51:54.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Even More Pet Peeves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pet Peeve #10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...You text or email someone to explain why you couldn't make it to their birthday celebration because you were sick or whatever the reason was, only to have them not respond. This really irritates the crap out of me because no one is really owed an explanation as to why you couldn't make it somewhere, but because it is rude to not respond at all, I make an effort to let that person know I didn't just blow them off. Aside from that, it is a simple act of gratitude to reply back to that person and say "I understand" or "I hope you feel better". Not responding lets that other person see just how selfish and unappreciative you really are! Not to mention, the person who invited you to their party never, EVER shows up to support for your parties, yet you still make every effort to attend their functions. WTH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised by the golden rule...do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Well, I've lived by that rule, only to have some people piss on me, so from now on, I'm going to start doing unto others as they do to me. I'll feel much better in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are reading this and wondering if this is about you....chances are, it is and you should take a moment to realize just how selfish and unappreciative you really appear to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7039314818834499692?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7039314818834499692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7039314818834499692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7039314818834499692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7039314818834499692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-more-pet-peeves.html' title='Even More Pet Peeves...'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1415701428762881333</id><published>2008-12-05T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:26:42.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With The Old...In With The New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STmAYj6FR-I/AAAAAAAAADE/bnf5aziN-jU/s1600-h/2009_change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276389597885319138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STmAYj6FR-I/AAAAAAAAADE/bnf5aziN-jU/s400/2009_change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it's almost the end of 2008? I can't. It seems as though this year flew by much faster than any previous year. A friend of mine told me that the number 8 represents change and so far, that has proven to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 brought about quite a few changes for me, as it may have done for lots of other people. I changed careers, welcomed 2 new nephews, cut my long hair to donate to those less fortunate, met new people who have made a positive impact on my life, saw Janet Jackson in concert, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stop with the number 8 as a positive number for change? I believe the number 9 can bring about positive things as well. For one, I will finish my master's degree in 2009 and that alone will be a HUGE positive goal/change for me. Rather than make New Year's resolutions (who sticks to those past February?), I plan on taking the same approach I took January 1, 2008 and set goals for myself for 2009. I think the word goal itself allows us to really strive to reach those goals, rather than brush them off as just a "resolution" that no one sticks to for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2008 comes to an end and we welcome 2009 with lots of positive thoughts and goals, I wish you all a very happy and safe holiday season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1415701428762881333?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1415701428762881333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1415701428762881333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1415701428762881333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1415701428762881333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-with-oldin-with-new.html' title='Out With The Old...In With The New!'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STmAYj6FR-I/AAAAAAAAADE/bnf5aziN-jU/s72-c/2009_change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2487555240405196097</id><published>2008-12-02T00:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:47:41.227-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #299...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Someone is driving behind you in the fast lane, damn near on your bumper...You get over only to have them get right back over behind you. WTF?? That is irritating as hell! Why were they tailing you in the first place??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #300...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Calling someone only to hear them say "Hey, let me call you right back in 5 minutes." You wait and wait and wait...a week later they call you back. The only thing to say is "Has it been 5 minutes already??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #301...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can't stand it when you have your stuff in place in your house and a guest comes in to borrow something then puts it back in the wrong spot. Why can't they remember where they got it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #302...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Watching a movie with someone who has seen it already and they continuously say "Watch this!!", "OMG You are not gonna believe this!"...or they start speaking the parts before they even happen. Don't they know that's rude? Did they not see the little animation before the movie started that said please turn off all cell phones and be quiet during the movie? Did they not think that applied to them in particular? Help a sistah out with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of people not knowing things apply to them, that brings me to my next pet peeve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #303...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People not getting the hint when you're telling them something gets on your nerves. You have to tell them over and over in different ways, only to have them laugh, agree and say "Okayyyyyyyy? I totally agree!' What they don't realize is that you were talking about their dumb ass all along! *knocking on their empty heads* HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Get the hint and realize you may be that person they are talking about and they may be trying to give you subtle hints not to hurt your feelings. Pay attention and see if it applies to you before agreeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #304...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Asking for the "hook up" or "family discount" just because you know that person or you know someone who may know the person who is trying to become an entrepreneur. They are trying to make it on their own for a reason! If you keep asking them for a hook up or discount, do you not you realize you are holding them back from achieving their goal??? Hellooooooooooooooo??????????? smh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2487555240405196097?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2487555240405196097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2487555240405196097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2487555240405196097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2487555240405196097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-pet-peeves.html' title='More Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7925170692560363638</id><published>2008-11-29T10:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:05:38.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Acts of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>What's the simplest yet nicest way to show gratitude for an act of kindness? Simply saying "thank you". Whether you realize it or not, you can make someone's day by saying thank you after they have done something nice for you that they didn't have to do, or you can ruin their day by not saying thank you at all. Why do people choose to not say thank you? Only that person knows the answer to that....or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently experienced several back to back episodes where I took time out of my day to either tell someone happy birthday, help them out with a situation they were going through, took time to download and send them photos from &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; camera, say happy Thanksgiving, and give a few people a small gift that they weren't expecting, only to be told "ok", or not get a response at all. That hurts. It hurts because it comes across to me as if they're telling me that's something I'm expected to do, not something I really didn't have to do, so why should they tell me thank you? It brings me to another situation that kills me about some people. When I approach a store and realize someone is walking right behind me, I open the door and hold it for them, only to have them walk in with this attitude about them that I'm supposed to hold the door open for them because I'm beneath them. They never say thank you and that irritates me beyond means. What it makes me want to do is slap the shit out of them and scold them about saying thank you. If the doors we're going through are double doors, you can rest assured that if they don't say thank you for me holding the first door open, I will be opening that next door only enough for my body to squeeze through and letting it slam in their face. Some may call this petty, but I wasn't raised to feel another person is above me and that I should bow down to anyone who treats me less than a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how a person was raised, saying "thank you" should be taught and learned as a person grows. It's an act of respect and gratitude and will brighten that other person's day if those 2 words escape the lips of a person they feel they've helped. For someone to take time out of their busy day to do something for another person, no matter how large or small, it could crush them severely or possibly make them resort to a negative vibe to where they decide not to go out of their way for that person any longer, if those 2 words aren't recited to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now. I have a huge heart and I constantly feel bad about having to say no to someone because I'm always trying to please everyone else first, before pleasing myself. Since some people choose to not say thank you and let me feel like I was supposed to tell them happy birthday, happy Thanksgiving, buy them a gift or whatever other small token of my appreciation I've given them, I choose to stop going out of my way. It makes it much easier to say no and take the time to do something for myself when I feel others don't appreciate me and what I do for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, you should really take a step back and analyze how you respond to people because sometimes no response is more powerful than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7925170692560363638?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7925170692560363638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7925170692560363638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7925170692560363638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7925170692560363638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-acts-of-gratitude.html' title='Simple Acts of Gratitude'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-7885070079259848213</id><published>2008-11-28T23:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:53:39.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>SuperWoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STDdG05dKaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8P1lAXPkdzA/s1600-h/superRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273958272999434658" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STDdG05dKaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8P1lAXPkdzA/s400/superRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like a super-hero to your friends or family? If you don't know what I mean by that, let me ask it this way...Have you ever feel like you have to put on a cape, a costume, or simply an "S" on your chest to become SUPERMAN/WOMAN in order to please everyone? Ever felt like you can't say no to someone without feeling guilty, so rather than tell that person no, you bust your butt to please them, no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like that sometimes. Who am I kidding? I have felt like that most of my life, so I often say "Let me put my S on my chest and I'll be right over." Unfortunately, the sarcasm often goes unrecognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created the above image as a joke, to be silly and let everyone know Super-Ro is now an official Super-Hero, ready to take on the world! I can do it all with little food or sleep. I can do everything off of nothing but adrenaline. Send me your problems and I'll solve them all with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not very realistic is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of sending someone your problems, there is a column I like to read on one of my favorite websites, where people write in to tell this anonymous lady their problems with men, friends, marriages, anything you can think of, and it's a really funny column that can get serious when necessary, if a writer asks a serious question. I began sharing those articles weekly with some friends via email and we would all laugh sometimes and sometimes empathize with the person who wrote in because we may have been in a similar situation before. After sharing those articles for months, a few of my friends began asking if I was this lady who was writing the column? I laughed because I had a feeling someone thought it was me, but never really had the guts to ask or accuse me of being that lady. Rest assured people, that lady is not me, but I can't deny that I sometimes wish it was me because I love acting silly and giving crazy advice if the situation presents itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know, maybe one day I can create a column that will allow me to be an anonymous super-hero to my friends without them knowing it's me. Would I be able to keep my identity a secret? Hmmm...only time will tell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-7885070079259848213?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7885070079259848213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=7885070079259848213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7885070079259848213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/7885070079259848213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/superwoman.html' title='SuperWoman'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/STDdG05dKaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8P1lAXPkdzA/s72-c/superRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1883402241231925901</id><published>2008-11-28T14:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:52:17.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves!</title><content type='html'>We all have pet peeves and most of the time, they tend to surface more often than we would care for them to. At any rate, here are a few of my top peeves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #137...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Emailing someone asking more than one question, only to have them respond to the last thing you asked. You have to email them back either in separate emails asking the other questions, one at a time, or you have to number them so they see them in a list format. READ people!! And if you have to, when you hit reply, scroll down to re-read each question so you can respond to everything. This saves time on both of our ends. This irritates the crap out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #138...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Giving someone a gift or sending them a congratulatory/happy birthday message whether via email or text, only to have them not respond with a "thank you". That shows you're unnappreciative and makes me not want to do anything for you EVER again. This also irritates the CRAP out of me, not to mention it's very rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #139...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I text someone and they CALL me back. Helloooooooooo, I'm texting because either A) I can't talk at the time or B) I'd rather not talk to you at the time. Please don't call someone back if they text you &lt;em&gt;unless&lt;/em&gt; they text you asking that you call them back. Learn some texting courtesy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Peeve #140...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sending forwarded text messages at odd hours of the morning, especially before 6 a.m. I don't know about you, but the only calls/texts I want to receive at that hour are emergencies. My heart races when I hear my phone vibrating or ringing at 4 a.m. and I immediately think OMG what has happened?? Only to see a fowarded joke on the screen. PISSES ME OFF BEYOND MEANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, but don't worry, I'll be posting more randomly because I have plenty! :-) Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1883402241231925901?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1883402241231925901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1883402241231925901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1883402241231925901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1883402241231925901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves!'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-1367413440963226311</id><published>2008-11-27T01:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:26:37.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Thanks'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks and offer forgiveness. That being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thankful for? I'm thankful for my family. For the love and support they have shown me and will continue to show me for many years to come. I'm thankful for my sisters...people say blood is thicker than mud, but these ladies have shown me that even though I didn't have any blood sisters given to me through my parents, that saying means nothing because they are the real deal. Thank you for loving me for me! Thank God for allowing me to meet some true friends in my lifetime. Thank God for my sister circle...they keep me laughing, crying, talking and they keep providing me topics to blog about without realizing it...LOL! I'm thankful for my God given talent and creative ability to draw, design, create and use my hands for more than just writing and typing. I'm also thankful that I have experienced or witnessed a lot of things in my 36 short years on this earth...love, hate, deceit, racism, jealousy, selfishness, death and anything else you can think of, and have been able to bounce back from and forgive as God forgives (I haven't been able to forget a lot of things, but I'm working on that part). I am also thankful for old friends, both female and male whom lives I may have touched in one way or another and for those who have touched my life in ways I will never forget. For those friends who realized that we are not meant to be in each others lives for a lifetime, but sometimes we are put in a person's life for a particular reason or season and have taught me a life lesson, whether good or bad...I thank you! I always say I'm gonna ride this mutha until the wheels fall off! That's what I've done thus far and that's what I plan to continue to do. That's for damn sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One special thank you goes to someone who changed my life forever. Thank you for allowing me to experience things I never thought I'd experience, but at the same time, I'm grateful that I did because I'm a different person now. No regrets whatsoever! Thank you for allowing me to talk to you and be honest. Thank you for being open with me and most of all, thank you for allowing me the opportunity to possibly be good friends with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all this Thanksgiving 2008! Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-1367413440963226311?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1367413440963226311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=1367413440963226311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1367413440963226311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/1367413440963226311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-6447230833326412334</id><published>2008-11-24T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:08:13.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Control'/><title type='text'>More Vegas</title><content type='html'>OMG! (or as my friend says it...Oh Em Gee!)&lt;br /&gt;...That's the first phrase that comes to mind when I think of my recent trip to Vegas. One of the funniest things happened while we were in the club the first night out there. One of my friends, who shall remain nameless (she knows who she is, lol), went to the restroom a few times and came back to tell us how huge the club was and how they had several other "rooms" in there that were jammin'! We got excited and told her cool, we will have to check those out before we leave. When we finally decided to go see what all the hoopla was about in this other room, we got stopped by security who told us to wait right there or go back to where we came from because they were waiting on some celebrity to come through. We never saw that celebrity, but as soon as this unknown person passed by, they allowed us through and we went around the corner and into this other room that was jammin'. After about 5 minutes of dancing and walking around the room, groovin' to the beat, head bobbin', fingers snappin' (boom, boom clap! boom, boom clap!), I started thinking wow, this room &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; jammin'! What I didn't realize at the time is that either I was drunk or I was experiencing de'ja vu...or was I? (insert twilight zone music now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I hadn't been to Vegas lately, so there was no chance on me having been in that particular situation before, so I didn't say anything to anyone, I just kept walking and groovin' to the music... All of a sudden I said to myself "This room looks just like the other room...the shape of the room is the same....&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; table has the exact same set up as the other one in the other room...hold up, is that the same bouncer that was just in the other room? How in the hell did the same people get in this room so fast?" That's when it clicked and I realized we were in the SAME DAMN ROOM!!! LOL! My poor friend. She thought that club had a bunch of rooms that we just had to check out because they were jammin! LOL! We are still teasing her about that today. That was a night to remember and a story to tell over and over and over. I will always get a good laugh from that one. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks twin!!! (hey, I didn't reveal your name. I said "twin" lol) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-6447230833326412334?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6447230833326412334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=6447230833326412334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6447230833326412334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/6447230833326412334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-vegas.html' title='More Vegas'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-9049247352364184671</id><published>2008-11-24T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:57:52.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Central'/><title type='text'>Celie Goes To Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSuOHm6LhVI/AAAAAAAAACk/ACSjuxUtCyg/s1600-h/juanthuddyate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464050122098002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSuOHm6LhVI/AAAAAAAAACk/ACSjuxUtCyg/s400/juanthuddyate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!! This photo is an inside joke from last year, but it just resurfaced after an evening of happy hour drinks at a local spot called Don Pico's, in Pearland, TX. If you haven't heard of this place, let me tell you they have margaritas for $1.25 until 7 p.m. Monday thru Friday and then on Saturday, I've heard they sell them for $1. Don't be fooled by the cheap prices and rush over to this spot because the service isn't all that great. Some friends and I went there recently and had a waitress who didn't understand English well. How in the hell do you live and work in one of the largest cities in America and can't communicate properly with fellow Americans? I just don't understand. We were finally seated around 6:30 p.m., so we had to order margaritas in mass quantities to beat the 7 p.m. cut off. After a couple of ritas, I noticed the waitress was slow bringing the happy hour priced drinks, but as soon as the clock hit 7:00, she was magically producing the $4.00 drinks rather quickly. Hmmm...sounds fishy doesn't it? Anyway, we kept drinking/talking/laughing and when it was time to call it a night, we had problems with the checks. For starters, the waitress didn't write down what we all ordered, so we had to tell her&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (you know drunk people will try to get away with murder if you ask them something that you're supposed to remember)&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! We tried to tell her we only ordered sour cream and chips just to see if she all of a sudden could speak English and remember our orders. After about 30 minutes of her trying to figure everything out with an English speaking helper, our orders were separated and we were issued individual tickets. To make a long story longer, we paid our tabs and ended up getting the short end of the stick because they kept our change (literally) even though the gratuity was taken out because we had a party of more than 6. Note to self and to others out there...do not go to this place without being ready to fight and take advantage of the happy hour drinks and please go knowing that you should pay with a credit card if you do not have exact change. If your meal totals an amount such as $21.65 and you give them $22.00, rest assured, they WILL keep that additional $0.35 that's due back to you. That's how they're getting over and making extra tips when they don't deserve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The moral of the story is: Do not go to Little Mexico, aka Don Pico's or take Miss Celie along with you. Take someone who will be willing to fight all their life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-9049247352364184671?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/9049247352364184671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=9049247352364184671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/9049247352364184671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/9049247352364184671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/celie-goes-to-mexico.html' title='Celie Goes To Mexico'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSuOHm6LhVI/AAAAAAAAACk/ACSjuxUtCyg/s72-c/juanthuddyate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-2308168649385344800</id><published>2008-11-23T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:20:19.497-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hair For Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSnXEBjZs3I/AAAAAAAAACc/G0DdoOGZPOo/s1600-h/before+and+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271981302950245234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSnXEBjZs3I/AAAAAAAAACc/G0DdoOGZPOo/s400/before+and+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I recently cut my hair off. Some people may think I'm crazy for cutting it so short after letting it grow for 3 1/2 years, but once I tell them I cut it to donate to one of the organizations such as Locks of Love or Pantene to make wigs for underpriveledged kids with cancer, they change their thoughts and facial expressions. I've had long hair the majority of my life, so it's easy for me to want a change, but extremely difficult for others to understand why would anyone with such beautiful hair (their words, not mine) want to cut it off??? Since I've been blessed with being able to grow it back pretty fast, I can cut it today with no worries and have it grow back to a reasonable length within a month. Fortunately, I love it short and have been complemented on how becoming short hair is on me, so I'm not averse to cutting it whenever I get the urge. Who knows how long it'll stay in this short bob because I love it short, short where I can sleep on it, wake up and brush it and go. I hate the maintenance that comes with long hair and since I wore it pulled back in a ponytail 99% of the time, why should anyone care if it's long or short? They rarely saw it down and flowing down my back anyway. Besides, don't they know by now that I'm a gemini and one thing we love is constant change. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-2308168649385344800?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2308168649385344800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=2308168649385344800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2308168649385344800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/2308168649385344800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-for-charity.html' title='Hair For Charity'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSnXEBjZs3I/AAAAAAAAACc/G0DdoOGZPOo/s72-c/before+and+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-529550715572853045</id><published>2008-11-22T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:32:42.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Jackson, Rock Witchu Tour</title><content type='html'>So......&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Janet Jackson concert in October even though we found out 2 days prior that LL Cool J would not be opening for her. The concert was great, as usual, since Janet always puts on a fantastic stage show! What pissed me off the most was that there was no replacement opening act and instead of Janet coming on the stage early, she kept her 9 p.m. stage appearance time, leaving fans to sit and wait for 2 whole hours. &lt;strong&gt;WTF??&lt;/strong&gt; Tickets cost way too much money for that, let alone food, drinks and souvenirs! At any rate, everyone seemed to have gotten past the LL no show and late appearance by Janet and really enjoy the show. Here are a few photos from the night. (cameras weren't allowed, but I know how to smuggle mine past security). :-) Love the mohawk! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpjU6yfI/AAAAAAAAACM/IZREyL98ypE/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271643298090109426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpjU6yfI/AAAAAAAAACM/IZREyL98ypE/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpaiZnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/es_coDY3hX0/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271643295730736882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpaiZnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/es_coDY3hX0/s320/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijprlzf6I/AAAAAAAAACE/L5_IOYBcJWI/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271643300308418466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijprlzf6I/AAAAAAAAACE/L5_IOYBcJWI/s320/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpaeWHnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SJ1eLKr1XwQ/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271643295713730162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpaeWHnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SJ1eLKr1XwQ/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Janet!! A few videos can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/sekcee66"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/7384887737235998352-529550715572853045?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/529550715572853045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=529550715572853045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/529550715572853045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/529550715572853045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/janet-jackson-rock-witchu-tour.html' title='Janet Jackson, Rock Witchu Tour'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSijpjU6yfI/AAAAAAAAACM/IZREyL98ypE/s72-c/DSC01975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5977915267602848911</id><published>2008-11-21T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:08:00.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Control'/><title type='text'>Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know the saying, "What happens in Vegas..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I found that not to be true because I just recently visited Vegas and because of the crazy things that took place, I cannot keep it to myself. I have to tell somebody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't get it twisted, it's not what you think. I'm not referring to anything that's considered a "sin" while in "Sin City", this is more along the lines of crazy/stupid/funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I found out this visit was that there is nowhere to sit in any club you go to, unless you pay to sit down. Oh yes, you have to pay...literally. I'm not used to that because here in Houston, the seats in the clubs are first come, first serve unless you have reserved a particular section for a party or something. That's not the case in Vegas. Every single seat, booth, table, etc. is pre-reserved, but not for people who have called ahead, they're reserved for first come, first serve customers who want to pay to sit down once they arrive. Yes, everything done in Vegas costs money! You have to pay to play (or sit, in this matter). I asked one of the bouncers/security guards if I could sit down and he told me that I could definitely sit, for the right price. I had to purchase a bottle of liquor, priced at $400 or better, in order to sit down for a measly 5 minutes to rest my aching feet. No sir! I looked at him like he was crazy and walked off. I ended up sitting down at an empty booth when no one was looking and took my chances on getting scolded, thrown out or arrested, whatever the punishment is for sitting down at a club without permission. Go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At any rate, I was able to rest my tired dogs and pretend I had no idea sitting wasn't allowed unless you paid for it, and ended up having a good time. Here is a photo of one of the guys who was partying nearby, that I pretended told me that the table I was sitting at was his table and he allowed me to sit, before I brushed passed security and made a dash for the main dance floor before they could find out I was lying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341045455881698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSeQwIhVheI/AAAAAAAAABU/94cO_EbhWGA/s320/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU LAS VEGAS, FOR A WEEKEND TO NEVER FORGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5977915267602848911?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5977915267602848911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5977915267602848911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5977915267602848911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5977915267602848911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/vegas.html' title='Vegas'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SSeQwIhVheI/AAAAAAAAABU/94cO_EbhWGA/s72-c/DSC02248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384887737235998352.post-5439673984699734287</id><published>2008-11-19T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:05:31.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephew Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My nephew, born on election day! HISTORY IN THE MAKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PUV0alI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VlsNc5nQ1I/s1600-h/IMG00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606007925762642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PUV0alI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VlsNc5nQ1I/s320/IMG00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PbRlOcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hLrH3qTFF7s/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606009787038146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PbRlOcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hLrH3qTFF7s/s320/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PsT2EYI/AAAAAAAAABM/hEKn6EOqMTA/s1600-h/IMG00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606014359933314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PsT2EYI/AAAAAAAAABM/hEKn6EOqMTA/s320/IMG00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PWB0itI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a1k9GQYuPlw/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606008378755794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PWB0itI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a1k9GQYuPlw/s320/DSC02141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PHT0MBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e-nZzhtd1SE/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270606004427698194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PHT0MBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e-nZzhtd1SE/s320/DSC02139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384887737235998352-5439673984699734287?l=ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5439673984699734287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384887737235998352&amp;postID=5439673984699734287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5439673984699734287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384887737235998352/posts/default/5439673984699734287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsix-ohsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos.html' title='Nephew Photos'/><author><name>Gemini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07379021752449041694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/Sa6gYN57IEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YO-NwwKp0w4/S220/me_closeup+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRO_t537m98/SST0PUV0alI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VlsNc5nQ1I/s72-c/IMG00155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
