<?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-26811729</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:12.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-115631879566568958</id><published>2006-08-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:39:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Tell me why is that people think that they can ask whatever they want of someone's friend??  Are there no rules to say what is  appropiate and what isn't, and really if you really want to know the answer to a question why don't you just ask the person instead of beating around the bush?? I have been faced with this dilemma a number of times and as a friend you politely tell them that they need to ask the person themselves.  But then you think if you don't answer are people just going to believe that you don't want to answer because it's true or not.  Take for example if someone asks you if the friend is sleeping with a co-worker, and you know that the friend is, but you tell the person asking that they should just go and ask your friend.  Now is the person asking just going to think that you don't want to tell them and assume that they are?? Who knows??  I really think that people should mind their own business!!!  As if there aren't more pressing things in the world to worry about!!  &lt;br /&gt;Well my loves must tell you that I have had the funniest time this summer!!  It's been a blast.  And I will tell you that things just keep getting better.  Let me offer a little advice from Medea:  Some people are leaves and they will blow from this side to that side. Let them go.  Now some people are branches but you have to be careful with branches because sometimes you will get out on a branch and it will break on you.  But if you get yourself some friends that are roots, and you don't need many, the roots can supply you with everything that you need and help support you.  Here is to hoping that all of the special people in your life are roots!!  I know mine are!!&lt;br /&gt;Much love gods and goddesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-115631879566568958?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/115631879566568958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=115631879566568958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115631879566568958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115631879566568958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-115399358527603662</id><published>2006-07-27T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:46:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>Wow it's hard for me to believe that it has been over a month since I have posted a blog. So what has been going on you say, mostly lots of playing.  And can I tell you that this summer has been one of the most fun summers that I have ever had.  I have the BEST friends they are always keeping things fun and interesting.  Take for instance we usually wait until midnight on Sunday to go out and have dinner.  It is a little routine that we have adopted.  It is really fun.  It gives us a chance to reconnect and let each other know what has been happening.  It's not like we don't see each other EVERYDAY!!  But that is the best part about the friends I have.  Even though we see each other almost everyday it's like we never run out of fun and interesting things to say to one another.&lt;br /&gt;Well during one of our dinners Wiggle makes a fabulous suggestion.  Instead of going to Denny's (Which is usually the ONLY thing open on Sunday at midnight) we should drive to Las Vegas and get an In and Out Burger.  Well let me just tell you, you really don't have to pull my leg too hard to get me to go to Vegas for a Double double with grilled onions!!! So we planned it.  We left Provo at about 5:15 headed for Vegas.  Let me tell you I really don't that HELL is any hotter than it was in that car on the way down.  The only reprieve that we got was when the sun went behind the clouds.  And we prayed for that to happen often.  Once we got there we were suppose to meet up with some people that we work with.  The traffic however was terrible and we did not get to see them. &lt;br /&gt;But we did get to have In and Out.  Now I know that going to In and Out was a great part of our trip but I think that getting to see Chris, Wiggle, Robbie and Vero see the inside of the Belligio for the first time was well worth the trip. The Belligio has these fantastic gardens which they change every couple of months.  They are stunning.  This time it was filled with redwood trees and different monuments it was amazing.  If you have never been to the gardens at the Belligio I think that you should make a trip.  It is well worth it. Also make sure that you check out the blown glass flowers in the hotel lobby. Make sure you look up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And if you have friends that are as crazy and fun as mine are maybe you too could take a road trip to Vegas for an In and Out.  Who knows maybe my friends and I will meet you and your friends there.&lt;br /&gt;Much Love Gods and Goddesses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-115399358527603662?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/115399358527603662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=115399358527603662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115399358527603662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115399358527603662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-dinner.html' title='Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-115268632384815244</id><published>2006-07-11T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:38:43.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go &lt;a HREF="http://www.testriffic.com/friendtest/37492"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and take my quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-115268632384815244?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/115268632384815244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=115268632384815244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115268632384815244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115268632384815244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/07/alicia-quiz.html' title='Alicia Quiz'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-115139955900443514</id><published>2006-06-27T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:12:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/1043515-R1-054-25A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/1043515-R1-054-25A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manti,&lt;br /&gt;What fun it was. We went down early so that we could get a good seat for the performance. We spent the afternoon playing apples to apples and eating Jelly bellies on the temple lawn. Don't tell anyone because we weren't suppose to have food there. But you know us, we're rebels. It's really funny, I've been down to see the Manti pageant a few times and this was the first time that I realized that there was more than one person playing the same character. Well, silly me. The more that I learn the more I realize there is some much that I don't know. You know what they say, you learn something new everyday. Well, Blueshorts spent most of the time in the car with Colin's Girl and myself asleep. I swear if I didn't know better I would think that the boy has narcolepsy (sp?). The minute that he gets into a car that he isn't driving he's asleep. You would think that our company just puts him out. But I know for a fact that everyone he knows can't possibly be that boring. But then again I have been wrong in the past. And let me just tell all of you I wasn't even aware of some of the things that were going on. Sometimes I think that my head must be in the clouds. But it's a good thing because I think that sometime people need to figure out what's up for themselves. So they don't need me butting in. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/1043515-R1-040-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/1043515-R1-040-18A.jpg" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at Wiggle and Pinetree don't they look adorable. I'm glad that they both were able to come with us. They have made my experiences with our little group lots of fun. If you get the opportunity you should ask Pinetree about his nieces. They are just as cute as buttons. I know that sounds really sappy but if you had met them then you would know what I was talking about. You should see their cute, little "to-do" list that they have made while they are spending the week with Uncle Pinetree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since there were no good pictures of me then I will spare you. You won't have to worry about having nightmares after seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to round out our fun outings. I must bring you into the world of Provo cops. To say that crime here is minimal is to be making a huge understatement. There really isn't much for them to do. So you know that we all say there is a quota that they have to get before the beginning of the month, which everyone who is a cop tries to convince you that there isn't. So if that is the case, how come, you see twice as many cops at the end of the month? I mean really, you could be robbing a store as long as it is somewhere between the 6th and the 15th you've got a good chance of getting away with it. But make it the last week of the month and not only are you getting caught but so are all of the people that are doing 2 miles over the speed limit going down a hill. But anyway Blueshorts and I were going home after a night of playing with the gang. We get right to the driveway of our apartments and he sees this flash of blue, now mind you I was really tired because it was 4:00am in the morning. But of course the first words out of my mouth were something to the effect of "You've got to be kidding me!!!" Now let me just tell you that it didn't matter that I was already in my parking lot and that if I opened the car door and walked 15 feet that there is a good chance that I would be in my apartment. I've seen enough episodes of cops to know that if I stepped my little, brown butt out of the car that I was going to be eating pavement. So I sat there with Blueshorts trying to figure out why the cop had stopped us. I don't know maybe something about being black and in Provo?? Just Kidding!! Well it turns out that Blueshorts had crossed a double yellow line and was going a whopping 9 miles over the speed limit or so the cop says. But really who cares at 4:00 in the morning. So basically the moral of the story is if you're going to speed or cross double yellow lines do it in the middle of the month or at least not at 4:00 in the morning when you KNOW the Provo cops don't have anything to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-115139955900443514?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/115139955900443514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=115139955900443514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115139955900443514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/115139955900443514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/06/cops-and-such.html' title='Cops and such'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114786119624404308</id><published>2006-05-17T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:19:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/4515800-R1-054-25A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/4515800-R1-054-25A.0.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Gods and Goddess, I thought that you might want to know what was going on with me. Well not much!! It would seem by looking at this picture that I would be one happy woman, well the only thing that I can say about that is that looks can be deceiving!! Here it looks like I'm getting a smooch! NOT!! What does a girl have to do?? They either move too fast or too slow. Oh well beggers can't be choosers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would take you into the fun world of BBQ here in Provo. Here we are in these pictures with all of the crew from work! What fun that day was. It was a perfect day right after the snow and right before the rain! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/4515800-R1-060-28A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/4515800-R1-060-28A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here "B", Drew, and Jameia are standing around watching while Ev and I are cooking food and lowering the grill so that it will cook faster so that they can eat!! What a hungry crowd won't do if they don't get food and I mean in a hurry. I had a line back to the street of hungry people. And they took a no prisoners attitude they wanted their food and they wanted it NOW!! Yet in still it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/4515800-R1-066-31A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/4515800-R1-066-31A.jpg" width="619" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of the gang just eating their chicken. I got a great recipe from one of the guys that I work with. It was apparently his mom's recipe that he decided to share and everyone there was extemely grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/1600/4515800-R1-072-34A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/4515800-R1-072-34A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that a good portion of these people I don't know they just kept coming but you know what they say the more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2568/2810/320/4515800-R1-074-35A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these people have a hard time being away from the food table.  I think that we may have some people with some dependency issues!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well this has been a couple of fun filled days in the sun for me.  I hope that wherever you may be that you are spending your days with people who make you happy.  Poeple who bring joy to your life and who help you along the way.  I know that I have found those poeple who make a difference for me.  Always surrond yourself with people who you want to be better because they are your friends.  That's what I do!!  And you all know who you are!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much love gods and goddess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114786119624404308?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114786119624404308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114786119624404308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114786119624404308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114786119624404308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-gods-and-goddess-i-thought-that.html' title=''/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114722522637516823</id><published>2006-05-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:40:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit it and quit it</title><content type='html'>Ok girls and guys I need some comments on this subject. And I'm hoping that some of you will have insights that I have not thought of. So here goes nothing. Tell me why it is that a man or woman can have this physical relationship with someone of the opposite or same sex for that matter and it not mean nothing to one of the people and everything to the other??? Is it really that people cannot go without intimate physical contact with one another or they are going to cease to exist. And why in the middle of all of this do they forget to include the other party in the fact that it means nothing to them. That they are doing it of the sheer fact that they have been lacking in the intimacy department.&lt;br /&gt;I had a guy try and explain it to me by saying that it was an opportunity and it was there so he could understand why it was taken. Why shouldn't he take advantage of the fact that it was being offered. So then I come to say is everything that is offered to you good. And how do you deal with the consequences of the aftermath. NO they don't want to hear that, they just want to get in and get out. And then I say to the people who are left to pick up the pieces, what do you do then? Do you say to yourself, " I know that it didn't mean anything so I should just forget that it happened and roll with it??" Or do you get so mad that you start plotting revenge!! I can totally see how some people wind up getting very hurt in situations like this. I mean physically as well as mentally!! Just kidding!! I'm not out here to hurt anyone but I would seriously think about it!!&lt;br /&gt;So I need some advice all of you wise people, help me to find the answers that I am searching for. And hopefully I won't be the only one that you help!! And maybe this will be the forum for you to get some of this stuff off your chest, for or against!!&lt;br /&gt;Much love gods and goddesses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114722522637516823?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114722522637516823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114722522637516823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114722522637516823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114722522637516823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/05/hit-it-and-quit-it.html' title='Hit it and quit it'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114696878351078647</id><published>2006-05-06T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:21:00.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Birthdays are great!! I think that we should get the opportunity to celebrate them all of the time. I just found out from my friends that I am suppose to post my birthday wish list on my blog. How do you decide?? I can never decide what I want for my birthday. Not only that but I feel silly asking for things. Anybody that knows me knows that I am a giver. I find it hard to ask even for things that belong to me. Not only that but half odd the time I get so anxious for things that I want that I go and buy them before other people can get them for me.  So what do I really want?? Well I could wish for world peace but we all know that that is getting me no where. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;A book on New Orleans, I love the pictures of the city&lt;br /&gt;Anything for the kitchen, surprise surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;Games, because I love them!&lt;br /&gt;Movies that make you think and laugh, I'm not particular.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that helps all of you.  I don't want for much but there are few choices.&lt;br /&gt;Much love Gods and Goddesses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114696878351078647?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114696878351078647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114696878351078647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114696878351078647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114696878351078647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114660269039263282</id><published>2006-05-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:44:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey gods and goddess,&lt;br /&gt;What's up in the world? It is beautiful here and life is good for the most part. I got an opportunity to see Akeelah and the Bee and it was worth seeing. As I watched the movie I was faced with the realization that life is what you make of it. We are so busy being scared that we forget to live. We are all here with a divine purpose and God has given us the opportunity to do what we will with it. It's hard to step out of the box and think, you know if I do this there will be failure in my future. We come here to this earth knowing that we possess these enormous gifts, but half of the time we spend avoiding our potential. Why is that?? Because we have been preconditioned, that to believe in yourself is to be considered vain. Why can't we love and accept people for who they are and what they have to offer? Why is it our normal tendency to try and make people feel inferior? Is it because we are so afraid that others may find out what makes us tick?? May be intrigued by who we are?? Are we terrified that people may not like us once they find out the real us?? And how do we rise above that?? I told blue shorts that I would put him in my blog for some of the things that I learned about him but now the reason seems a little silly.  So I think that I will say this.  If you get the opportunity to see this film, do it! Go with someone with an open mind and a fun spirit.  And if you find yourself a little tearly eyed, as I did, go with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it.  Who's going to know?  Finally, I wish to say value what has been placed in front of you and if you do that then you will never have to look back at the things that you think that you may have left behind. Because in the end we have all left them behind for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Much love Gods and Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114660269039263282?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114660269039263282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114660269039263282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114660269039263282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114660269039263282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/05/bee.html' title='The Bee'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114597607954462909</id><published>2006-04-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:28:45.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't find me...</title><content type='html'>It's funny with this new, "modern" life we have today that everyone spends so much time blogging everyone that I think we forget to talk with one another. Maybe someday soon that will change. Well, I have friends that are trying to find my blog now. It's interesting that people will search for hours trying to find a blog that I may or may not have included them in. Maybe they think that I have some deep dark secrets that I will tell them here that I wouldn't tell them if they were standing in front of me. I don't really know yet. Nobody has asked me the hard questions. Does anyone really care?? Or would they just be as contented to read it here?? Who knows??&lt;br /&gt;It was funny to me that some of the advise that I was given about Ireland came from a blog. I almost died laughing when I finally saw that what Vero had been telling me was there. So if you have any advise tell the world because I can tell you someone will recycle it.&lt;br /&gt;I live in the great metropolis of Provo, ( if you couldn't sense the scarcasm (sp?) it's there) and sometimes there is not alot of diversity here. So when I come to the party everyone has to look up to make sure that a black girl just walked in. Do you really know how many times I've been completely ignored by people who profess, if nothing else, that they want the money that I am offering them because they have claimed they want to deal with the public in their jobs. I have a friend, we'll just call them, Artist. Well Artist and I have been out on a number of occasions when they have had to bring to the attention of the completely clueless 16 year that is working behind the counter that I am there. Is it that they choose not to see me or are they so clueless about how to interact with me that they just walk away. I don't know you tell me!! Then there is the great, "I had a black friend, once." comment. If I walked around saying that I had a white friend once everyone would look at me like I had lost it. Grow up , people!!! We need to get into the habit of dealing with people by not what they look like but by who they show us they are. But until the media stops telling us what beautiful is and isn't I think that will be a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;Much love gods and goddess!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114597607954462909?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114597607954462909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114597607954462909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114597607954462909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114597607954462909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/04/didnt-find-me.html' title='Didn&apos;t find me...'/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26811729.post-114583537063687124</id><published>2006-04-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:36:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out how to use this whole idea of blogging.  So you'll have to forgive me if I ramble.  It was funny when I kept meeting people that looked at me like they've known me longer than the few minutes since we'd been introduced.  That was because I was on one particular persons blog and they know all these stories of me that I thought may have been just fun little things that the people I know from work just thought made me quirky.  No, they've been posted on his blog for at least a year!!!  So to all of my friends out there I can only say NOW you will get to know, oh so much, about me. Let just start off by saying that life is good.  I hav great friends that know how to keep me grounded.  I look to them for that.  So keep up the good work and you all know who you are!  I was born a poor, black, child... well you know the rest.  Well I can only say that revenge is sweet for all of those who have place me in there bloggs because you know you'll be in mine.:) Much love all of my friendly gods and goddess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26811729-114583537063687124?l=imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/feeds/114583537063687124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26811729&amp;postID=114583537063687124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114583537063687124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26811729/posts/default/114583537063687124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imreallynotthatold.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-found-out-how-to-use-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>brown sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102051955319722600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
