<?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-18679446</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:39:16.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Me. Words. A Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing is off limits here... sometimes it's the depths of society, and sometimes it's the depths of my soul. Here, there's just you, me and the words of this blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6256120742516561564</id><published>2009-06-02T19:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:51:48.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sims 3 is here!</title><summary type='text'>Honestly, I can't believe I forgot to ask for the day off work completely, but everything worked out well. I hoped it wouldn't be another 9pm day at work and the team came through. (Thanks to everyone on the weeklies desk for making it happen before 7pm today!) Mad dash to Game Stop, where I learned I didn't have anything more to pay on TS3. I thought I'd had foresight back in February, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6256120742516561564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6256120742516561564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6256120742516561564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/06/sims-3-is-here.html' title='The Sims 3 is here!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/SiXHoltzvmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0KDMhoYACG0/s72-c/IMG_2954+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1385767119622143087</id><published>2009-05-26T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:00:56.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress relief</title><summary type='text'>How do you unwind after a hard day's work? Sometimes hard days aren't even defined by their length, sometimes it's simply the intensity of the day that pushes you past the point where you're normally able to absorb and deflect that stress and the tension that accumulates. On the way home today, I was driving with J and the Scubby and I gave the Altima its head, so to speak. Contrary to what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1385767119622143087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1385767119622143087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1385767119622143087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-stress-relief.html' title='Stress relief'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/Shysm_BGemI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nZQM1VPuJ1g/s72-c/max-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1503168511263903120</id><published>2009-05-19T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:19:18.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New note shows someone's not paying attention</title><summary type='text'>Once again, Facebook (or friends on FB) broke the news for me that the Bank of Jamaica is issuing a new note. Forget the Nanny folks, our highest bill is now $10,000 (about USD$113 in today's dollars). I figured without a doubt that Bob Marley would grace this bill. Instead, I saw former Prime Minister Shearer.At first I passed it off to government shortsightedness. "Long time dem a fight out di </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1503168511263903120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1503168511263903120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1503168511263903120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-note-shows-someones-not-paying.html' title='New note shows someone&apos;s not paying attention'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/ShNUr12BqjI/AAAAAAAAAII/OadBcCp-F1Y/s72-c/500notelink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2455938707169728574</id><published>2009-05-17T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:36:15.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If we survive this week...</title><summary type='text'>... we can survive anything," said one of my coworkers last Monday. I'm not sure he knew just how right he was. I joked that on Tuesday I was going to wear fatigues with black paint under my eyes to get into the spirit of things and by Tuesday evening, I wish I'd done just that.Between a myriad of things at work and finishing up an outside project to meet a Friday print deadline, it was easily a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2455938707169728574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2455938707169728574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2455938707169728574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-we-survive-this-week.html' title='&quot;If we survive this week...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2806257263924170256</id><published>2009-05-11T22:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:10:06.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own personal decadence...</title><summary type='text'>I've just discovered my personal definition of decadence... A glass of Palmetto White from Seabreeze Winery and a bowl of cool, ripe, lush, blood red strawberries. The tangy sweetness of muscadine wine and the softness of the strawberries as you bite into them, no whip cream needed. After a terrifying day at work, this is simply pure bliss.Mood: Extremely mellowMusic: Ashley Wallbridge - Spitfire</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2806257263924170256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2806257263924170256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2806257263924170256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-own-personal-decadence.html' title='My own personal decadence...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-672621103673005754</id><published>2009-05-05T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:02:58.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo Playlist</title><summary type='text'>Right now, I'm in (hopefully) the finally staging of working on a group project for a leadership class in which I'm participating. The design work on the project has been fun and a great chance to learn new skills and further develop the ones I'm using doing design at work. However, the data entry and editing portion is enough mimic slogging through knee-high mud. Thankfully, I ran across a blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=672621103673005754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/672621103673005754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/672621103673005754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-playlist.html' title='Cinco de Mayo Playlist'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3587889413558533851</id><published>2009-04-29T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:50:39.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadblock a la Facebook</title><summary type='text'>Jamaica definitely is coming fully into the Internet age. Last week when the plane hijacking went down in MoBay, I first found out about it on Facebook. Many people had comments up as their status message. There was even one yesterday about the report that Fray was disarmed by a female flight attendant (Related link: Who disarmed hijacker?).Well, starting about the middle of last week, the GOJ </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3587889413558533851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3587889413558533851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3587889413558533851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/roadblock-la-facebook.html' title='Roadblock a la Facebook'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5108976394768643653</id><published>2009-04-26T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:58:40.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things we should leave at home...</title><summary type='text'>Jah know, there are just some things we should leave at the airport before we go foreign... The clip says it's Dutty Fridaze, but I have it from a reputable source that it's really Shottaz Ballroom. It's unbelievable the things we put ourselves through that make us look completely mad to the rest of the world... not to mention that things like this make me wonder what we'll come up with next, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5108976394768643653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5108976394768643653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5108976394768643653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/somethings-we-should-leave-at-home.html' title='Some things we should leave at home...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7356546435626053480</id><published>2009-04-23T18:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:04:24.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My country is schizophrenic</title><summary type='text'>And the gas tax that the Finance Minister announced today made me think of many reasons why I believe that statement to be true.As for the tax, it involves collecting $8.75 per liter of gas (effective Monday!) to close a J$18.13 billion gap in the budget. I started seeing rumblings about the tax — or wait, is it a cess? Because just as in the U.S. taxes never increase... only fines, fees and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7356546435626053480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7356546435626053480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7356546435626053480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-country-is-schizophrenic.html' title='My country is schizophrenic'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8544914902067315014</id><published>2009-04-14T17:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:56:38.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Trance vs. Hip-Hop, R&amp;B &amp; Pop</title><summary type='text'>(And yes, that's a play on Armin's show for those who know ;-)No matter the day or the mood, trance will definitely see me through. But that statement is also a sad commentary on hip-hop, R&amp;B and pop music at the moment.For the past few weeks I've been listening to a lot more trance than I did in the past few years. I was originally psyched about going to my first Trance Energy in Utrecht, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8544914902067315014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8544914902067315014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8544914902067315014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-of-trance-vs-hip-hop-r-pop.html' title='The State of Trance vs. Hip-Hop, R&amp;amp;B &amp;amp; Pop'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7866650157482209893</id><published>2009-04-12T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:55:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Part B: Finding a Purpose</title><summary type='text'>If some people could find their purpose in life as fast as I found a use for this secondary machine, the world would be a much better place! Originally, I was going to mess around with Linux on the machine and then J said he wanted it to play Richard Burns Rally. Although I don't think he understands my point, I would feel ashamed to let him play RBR on the second-best machine when I put all that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7866650157482209893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7866650157482209893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7866650157482209893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/09-rebuild-part-b-finding-purpose.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Part B: Finding a Purpose'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/slybabyk/2009rebuildpartb/th_12April2009Rebuild3Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3254203496213511965</id><published>2009-04-12T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:25:33.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Part B</title><summary type='text'>You know things are bad when your rebuild has so many parts left over that you can build a secondary desktop computer. Well, that's what's happened with this year's rebuild. I've had the motherboard sitting on the dining table for more than a month now, with a spare case (thanks guys!) and other assorted parts stashed upstairs in the computer room. I didn't build the secondary machine right away </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3254203496213511965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3254203496213511965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3254203496213511965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/09-rebuild-part-b.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Part B'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3837139462791077591</id><published>2009-04-12T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:21:04.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Pt. VI - Software Side</title><summary type='text'>(This post is actually from 2:01 p.m. on March 18, but I just realized that I had it saved as a draft and it hadn't been posted to the blog yet.)My hope was to be able to turn on the machine and have Windows and everything load without a hitch. I'm sure some people reading this are snorting in disbelief or rolling with laughter. Apparently, so much change meant Windows XP was going to lay down </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3837139462791077591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3837139462791077591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3837139462791077591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/09-rebuild-pt-vi-software-side.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Pt. VI - Software Side'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6307405049574980060</id><published>2009-04-06T13:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:19:31.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TSR Challenge: Renovator's Delight</title><summary type='text'>Owen Munny is the target sim of the Renovator's Delight challenge from The Sims Resource website. It's much easier to share photos and blog about the game than it used to be, so I figured I'll try and blog about the challenges here. I spend a lot of time playing them so why not lolThis challenge involves taking a crappy, fixer-upper home and renovating it while earning maximum fishing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6307405049574980060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6307405049574980060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6307405049574980060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/tsr-challenge-renovators-delight.html' title='TSR Challenge: Renovator&apos;s Delight'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/slybabyk/renovatorsdelight/th_snapshot_56da7a0c_76da7a0e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4348112473259710564</id><published>2009-04-06T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:59:19.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4348112473259710564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4348112473259710564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4348112473259710564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/04/renovators-delight-1.html' title=''/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/slybabyk/renovatorsdelight/th_snapshot_56da7a0c_76da7a0e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-903722462913321624</id><published>2009-03-31T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:34:23.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How busy are you...</title><summary type='text'>Pretty darn busy apparently...... but at least I spend more time with Moo than CNN.com users do on average!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=903722462913321624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/903722462913321624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/903722462913321624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-busy-are-you.html' title='How busy are you...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/SdJh9rPz_hI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YSIV6hUgIJ8/s72-c/how+busy+are+you+3-31-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4323505979589331094</id><published>2009-03-21T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:49:05.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuld Pt. IV - Down to business</title><summary type='text'>Imagine my surprise when I saw the rest of the components I'd ordered on our doorstep less than two days after the video card arrived. TigerDirect had said the motherboard wasn't set to ship for 7-21 days, but there everything was in two big boxes on the front door step. Needless to say, I pressed J' into service, but what's neat is that he's been just as excited as I am about the whole deal.So </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4323505979589331094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4323505979589331094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4323505979589331094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/09-rebuld-pt-iv-down-to-business.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuld Pt. IV - Down to business'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/ScFCCO30yfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bVS1wnc_XIs/s72-c/A455-2866-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7484733690298771912</id><published>2009-03-19T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:52:31.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trance Thursdays!</title><summary type='text'>Every Thursday afternoon I tune on at DI FM and listen to trance to help me focus and get my pages done. Trance music (especially hard trance) always helped me write great papers, and it seems to do wonders for my page design efforts. The most popular program on Thursdays is A State of Trance with Armin van Buuren — on the DI forum his thread gets pages upon pages of posts each weeks. But here's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7484733690298771912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7484733690298771912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7484733690298771912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/trance-thursdays.html' title='Trance Thursdays!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2494865598352288495</id><published>2009-03-13T15:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:47:16.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Pt. III - Video Card</title><summary type='text'>So I bought the video card before everything else. When it arrived, J and I decided to install it on the current motherboard to see how improved my simming would be. (Bear in mind, TigerDirect had the other components arriving sometime in April, so I was looking to have anything else for awhile). I was sick as a dog that day, but as always, computers are too much of a lure for me to stay in bed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2494865598352288495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2494865598352288495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2494865598352288495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/09-rebuild-pt-iii-video-card.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Pt. III - Video Card'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/Sb1M8rRqGEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cgZZJk0zlVs/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3548410160052859383</id><published>2009-03-12T16:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:37:01.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Pt. II</title><summary type='text'>As we all know, the best laid plans often go asunder... or something like that. Initially, I'd plan to upgrade the motherboard, CPU, memory and video card (I might have left that out in my other post). I used to the minimum system requirements for The Sims 3 as a starting point:Windows XP (Service Pack 2) 2.0 GHz P4 processor or equivalent 1 GB RAM At least 6.5 GB of hard drive space with at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3548410160052859383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3548410160052859383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3548410160052859383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/09-rebuild-pt-ii.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Pt. II'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4726258482055173873</id><published>2009-03-12T13:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:02:43.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The '09 Rebuild Pt. I</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who has an avid passion or feels a couple steps above a passing interest in something will experience periods where the need to get into that thing will be higher than others. I'm guessing people who like to travel will have periods where they need to get up and go. J has his moments where there's a burst of car activity and lots of action taking place in the garage, and then there's times</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4726258482055173873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4726258482055173873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4726258482055173873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/09-rebuild-pt-i.html' title='The &apos;09 Rebuild Pt. I'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/SbxS-1-Cy6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/pjHkLN9pWOQ/s72-c/old_mobo_cpu_ram.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1062765692771027587</id><published>2009-03-09T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:46:29.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months into 2009</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I just checked my blogged dashboard and realized that my last entry was more than four months ago. October 2008 seems like half a lifetime away, but my mother always used to say that as you get older life passes you by much faster. I'm going to blame my absence squarely on Facebook. Although I don't blog using its Notes feature, I have becoming addicted to doing Posted Items or Links as </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1062765692771027587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1062765692771027587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1062765692771027587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-months-into-2009.html' title='Three months into 2009'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3388960656320639270</id><published>2008-10-31T22:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:40:05.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween hi jinks</title><summary type='text'>Today was an extra-long day at work (I was there for more than 11 hours), but at 10 a.m. we had children from a local early start program come through to trick or treat for Halloween. They were so cute! If I didn't already have my Moo Moo they'd have definitely won me over to having children.I decked out my desk with a black cloth (thanks Melissa!) and lights and like last week, most of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3388960656320639270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3388960656320639270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3388960656320639270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-hi-jinks.html' title='Halloween hi jinks'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1899149324945779739</id><published>2008-10-20T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:22:25.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobering realization</title><summary type='text'>I recently realized that when people say, "Time will make it better," they don't mean that time will make it go away.  All that platitude means is that time makes it easier to deal with. If it's come to someone saying that to you, then sadly "it" is unlikely to go away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1899149324945779739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1899149324945779739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1899149324945779739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobering-realization.html' title='Sobering realization'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-49856284025570589</id><published>2008-10-14T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:53:23.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy casualty</title><summary type='text'>So I had another run in with our candy vending machine today. I won't bore anyone with the details of my bad day but between the needs of our letter writers and the apparent new additions to my job, I needed candy... HAD to have it... and not the chocolate I had on my desk. I grudgingly took a dollar out my purse, upset that I was giving in to to the inflated cost of a pack of Starburst and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=49856284025570589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/49856284025570589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/49856284025570589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/10/candy-casualty.html' title='Candy casualty'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7728618072595926025</id><published>2008-10-08T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:13:40.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter meltdown</title><summary type='text'>OK, the financial crisis has finally hit home: Candy prices have been hit by inflation. I just got done cleaning out all the pennies in my desk drawer to make up 95 cents for a pack of Starburst. I'd always thought the original 85 cents was a rip off but when I needed candy, I needed candy. But when I went to the vending machine today (after already converting 10 pennies at the cashier), I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7728618072595926025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7728618072595926025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7728618072595926025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitter-meltdown.html' title='Bitter meltdown'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-260241135111028625</id><published>2008-09-07T17:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:29:23.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii box for charity!</title><summary type='text'>Baby Moo, work and school, just life in general, have kept me very busy these past few months. It's insane that the baby is already two and runs around the house singing her ABCs like no one's business. Still, I just thought I'd log on quickly to share a few things:After my current class, I'll have only three left to complete my masters! I'm on target to make honors, but I'll have to pull up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=260241135111028625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/260241135111028625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/260241135111028625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/09/wii-box-for-charity.html' title='Wii box for charity!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6066797484477938000</id><published>2008-06-19T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:16:53.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The balance</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how the cycle of life and death works. Awhile ago I was reading my co-worker's daughter-in-law's blog where she spoke of the pain she felt this past Mother's Day. Last year her and her husband lost one of their daughter's to leukemia. (Read my blog about it here: Abigail Morgan). She was talking about how the pain was almost too much to bear this year. I remember feeling a punch to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6066797484477938000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6066797484477938000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6066797484477938000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/06/balance.html' title='The balance'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2939170319328582411</id><published>2008-05-15T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:52:02.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The role of the media</title><summary type='text'>With the rampant 24-hour news cycle these days, sometimes even I feel over saturated by the same news. Its as if the media are all reporting the same thing, the same angle, the same way, all at the same time. You'd have to be under a rock to miss the disastrous earthquake that hit China earlier this week, but the angle of this CNN story struck me — maybe because I'm a parent, but I like the way </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2939170319328582411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2939170319328582411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2939170319328582411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/05/roll-of-media.html' title='The role of the media'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2719153359516574467</id><published>2008-05-06T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:12:16.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No stopping in the name of love</title><summary type='text'>Last year I did a blog post about a town in Illinois that had added humorous signs to its stop signs in an effort to get drivers to actually stop. (Read: Stop in the name of love) As it turns out, the signs are illegal. The mayor is not pleased about having to remove the $1,700 worth of signs, but it's either that or risk losing federal funding. Well, it was a good idea at the time LOL (Read: No </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2719153359516574467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2719153359516574467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2719153359516574467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-stopping-in-name-of-love.html' title='No stopping in the name of love'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2052739039067979977</id><published>2008-04-29T00:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:17:07.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep</title><summary type='text'> Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then?- Chris Martin on Kanye West's "Homecoming"I've been in two minds about writing this blog for a very long time. But I think it's better to do blog therapy than become a full-fledged stalker. But I'm getting ahead of myself.Ever think back to the people in your past? Does your mind ever run on someone who you'd like to know </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2052739039067979977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2052739039067979977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2052739039067979977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-think-about-me-now-and-then-do.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8903023609352646350</id><published>2008-03-28T22:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:03:01.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack it like a pro</title><summary type='text'>My vacation started at 5:36 p.m. That's when I finished work, which was a marathon session because my boss was out today. My coworkers stepped up and helped out though. Even the editor-in-chief was helping out, much to the shock of everyone else. We leave tomorrow night to drive to Orlando to catch our flight to Jamaica. And I've just started packing tonight. One of my friends was in shock that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8903023609352646350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8903023609352646350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8903023609352646350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/03/pack-it-like-pro.html' title='Pack it like a pro'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3588724475162330942</id><published>2008-03-07T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:01:02.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The black, green and gold</title><summary type='text'>Was surfing the net and came across this and it definitely caught my eye...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3588724475162330942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3588724475162330942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3588724475162330942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-green-and-gold.html' title='The black, green and gold'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5472278753316847527</id><published>2008-02-25T20:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:39:49.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbeatable Banzuke</title><summary type='text'>Just when you thought Ninja Warrior was a weird but addictive as it gets, G4 rolls out Unbeatable Banzuke. I'm sitting here with a 3,000 word paper due tonight riveted to the television watching the contestants battle the course on their uni-cycles. The Japanese sure do have the knack for getting us hooked on the zaniest things! You should see the sparring matches that go on in here for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5472278753316847527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5472278753316847527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5472278753316847527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/02/unbeatable-banzuke.html' title='Unbeatable Banzuke'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/R8N7sOmV-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/5ZiL4EfFgb4/s72-c/23Feb2008+%281%29+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1682757968657207179</id><published>2008-02-12T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:37:15.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class update</title><summary type='text'>Just an update to my Jan. 19 'Makes it all worthwhile' post... the final grades are out and I got an A for my Transformational Leadership class with 99.5%. So all the hard work and lack of sleep paid off!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1682757968657207179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1682757968657207179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1682757968657207179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/02/class-update.html' title='Class update'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3568124720229767334</id><published>2008-02-12T11:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:34:57.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful change</title><summary type='text'>Change your inner dialogueIt’s been said that we teach others how to treat us. If we believe that, the message that comes across to others is that we are not worth being liked, loved, or treated with respect. Most of it comes from what we’re not even saying. Choose to believe that you are worth taking care of and that you have the right to be respected and treated with dignity – and act like it!I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3568124720229767334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3568124720229767334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3568124720229767334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/02/meaningful-change.html' title='Meaningful change'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6939066089068446128</id><published>2008-01-19T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:31:13.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes it all worthwhile</title><summary type='text'>Being a working Mom, a good wife and trying to get an honors masters degree all at the same time often feels as though I'm visiting some psycho sadomasochist fetish on myself. Nights like last Monday when I was up until almost 2 am busting my brain over this paper come to mind. J' stayed up with me as long as he could doing his best to talk me out of throwing in the towel — it's much appreciated,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6939066089068446128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6939066089068446128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6939066089068446128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-it-all-worthwhile.html' title='Makes it all worthwhile'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/R5K98WcS2nI/AAAAAAAAADM/0dvOWofUYZo/s72-c/wk3_mmpbl520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3711718363843578963</id><published>2008-01-19T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:13:18.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List (Dec. 2007 Outcome)</title><summary type='text'>Figured I should look back and see what went down for my Christmas 2007 list:No Wii — But I did get awesome crimson on black DS with Brain Age 2 and the Sims 2 Castaways! All thanks to J'. He even teamed up with our old neighbors and friends who got me a sexy black hard case to match! I was running around the house screaming like a little child. Moo Moo was looking so confused, poor baby LOLJ </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3711718363843578963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3711718363843578963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3711718363843578963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/01/list-dec-2007-outcome.html' title='The List (Dec. 2007 Outcome)'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3989792843602872173</id><published>2008-01-13T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:24:18.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi feel shame...</title><summary type='text'>Ross Kemp On GangsClick to play video</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3989792843602872173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3989792843602872173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3989792843602872173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/01/mi-feel-shame.html' title='Mi feel shame...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2494559166302448999</id><published>2008-01-02T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:53:37.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 200GR8!</title><summary type='text'>And to kick things off with some good belly laughs, here are Fark.com's top headlines from 2007:HEADLINE OF THE YEAR: Bear attack victim had 'tender heart,' according to friends, family, bear Runner-up: Man who beat his girlfriend with a flashlight charged with assault. Flashlight charged with batterySPORTS HEADLINE OF THE YEAR: Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro downgraded from Spalding to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2494559166302448999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2494559166302448999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2494559166302448999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-200gr8.html' title='Happy 200GR8!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5962623013496453243</id><published>2007-12-28T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:54:12.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick note to say that I hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas, good eats, great company and stayed safe and all that stuff. I'm a little jealous of J' at the moment because he's only work 1 day this week, while I've only had 1 day off. Such is life, it's like they like to say, suck it civilians. The only up-side is that he has to do Daddy Daycare for most of those days because the daycare</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5962623013496453243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5962623013496453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5962623013496453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-27081785877170678</id><published>2007-12-13T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:49:31.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, pt. 3</title><summary type='text'>Most of the time these days I feel like I'm treading water and trying to keep my head up. Paradoxically, blogging is generally good for the soul but then the Catch-22 is that you often don't want to blog about what's on your mind because it's so personal. So here I am. I feel bad burdening my friends, I feel bad talking about my feelings in generally, and of course, once you get to that point not</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=27081785877170678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/27081785877170678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/27081785877170678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/12/treading-water.html' title='Christmas, pt. 3'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8000474858720959237</id><published>2007-12-06T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:49:07.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List (Dec. 2007)</title><summary type='text'>Here's the first annual Christmas list. I consider creating this list my own brand of retail therapy because if I were to go out and purchase all these items I'd be up to debt in my eyeballs. Writing things down (typing things out?) has always made me feel better and I expect this exercise to be no exception. I might even make one up for Valentine's Day and any other gift giving occasion.Anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8000474858720959237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8000474858720959237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8000474858720959237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/12/list-dec-2007.html' title='The List (Dec. 2007)'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2961926364485191077</id><published>2007-12-03T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:08:23.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Countdown</title><summary type='text'>Christmas has become a very hard time of the year for me. This was the holiday my Mom and I always enjoyed together and had many little rituals that comprised the fabric of the season. It went beyond putting up the tree together, untangling lights and choosing wrapping paper. My earliest memories of Christmas involve Mommy playing Grandma's piano and us belting our carols at the top of our lungs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2961926364485191077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2961926364485191077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2961926364485191077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-countdown.html' title='Christmas Countdown'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1336524482028995426</id><published>2007-11-20T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:13:39.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroic blunder</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been reading or watching something on TV and then you see or hear something that breaks your flow and makes you feel as if you've slammed head first into a brick wall? Well, that was me two minutes ago while reading a review of last night's Heroes episode.Now, I'm a big fan of NBC's Heroes. And every Tuesday I meet the graphic artists here at the newspaper and we have our "Briefing"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1336524482028995426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1336524482028995426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1336524482028995426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/11/heroic-blunder.html' title='Heroic blunder'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1004101571662678608</id><published>2007-11-13T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:23:07.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy Day Memories</title><summary type='text'> Yesterday we observed Veteran's Day. J was off but of course, the paper never sleeps so I was here at my desk by 9 am. We received a lot of letters of the weekend one of which was from a WW I vet who wrote about his thoughts as he raised his American flag on his balcony. He mentioned a poem "In Flanders Fields" which got me thinking about the war (hard not to around here we have lots of vets and</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1004101571662678608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1004101571662678608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1004101571662678608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/11/poppy-day-memories.html' title='Poppy Day Memories'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6125082086682319964</id><published>2007-11-04T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:27:18.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my Ladybug</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6125082086682319964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6125082086682319964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6125082086682319964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-my-ladybug.html' title='Love my Ladybug'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5787728280327146435</id><published>2007-10-22T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:48:29.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous and slack</title><summary type='text'>Wholesales shun mothers, 'old' peopleA number of wholesale stores in Kingston's busy Cross Roads area are refusing to hire people over 23 years old, claiming that they are old, a Sunday Observer probe has uncovered. At the same time, at least one store owner is averse to employing women with children as, he said, mothers are unreliable.(Click here to read the rest of the slackness these people </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5787728280327146435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5787728280327146435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5787728280327146435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/10/outrageous-and-slack.html' title='Outrageous and slack'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3569195839774855192</id><published>2007-10-21T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:58:20.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbledore's gay?</title><summary type='text'>Of all the random news to come across on Saturday night, I saw this one DrudgeReport.com:J.K. Rowling Outs Hogwarts Character ...  As I was telling a friend online a couple seconds ago, thank goodness the series is finished and that I won't be reading the books for the first time. Finding out that Dumbledore is gay would put his relationship with Harry in a whole new light. Rowling was right to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3569195839774855192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3569195839774855192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3569195839774855192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/10/dumbledores-gay.html' title='Dumbledore&apos;s gay?'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1488957577776407120</id><published>2007-10-12T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:22:03.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting PC on the map</title><summary type='text'>Panama City, Fla. is sure on the map. Every major U.S. television news outfit has devoted sometime last week to the Martin Lee Anderson, especially after the verdict came down last Friday. Here are a couple of points that I've been pondering:Both sides (prosecution and defense) agree that manhandling/beating didn't cause Anderson's death. But you'd never get that impression listening to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1488957577776407120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1488957577776407120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1488957577776407120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/10/putting-pc-on-map.html' title='Putting PC on the map'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8847689758075794163</id><published>2007-10-02T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:37:50.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop for humor</title><summary type='text'>I thought that this news story was just too cute. Oaklawn, Ill. has started adding smaller signs like the one in this photo to its stop signs in an attempt to curb people running stop signs. (Want to read the short story? Click here.) There are other signs one of which says "And smell the roses." It would be even more interesting if we'll see a follow-up on this in a couple months time to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8847689758075794163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8847689758075794163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8847689758075794163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-for-humor.html' title='Stop for humor'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-589964689198299062</id><published>2007-09-29T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:23:44.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking in</title><summary type='text'>I'm down and losing faithI can't catch a breakThat's where I amAnd everyday is longer it seemsAnd I'm losing my dreamsAlong the wayThe world can be so mean to me...All I wantSo much more(...)I'm only one step awayAnd I'm falling apartAs I walk through the darkI'm only one step awayI know I'm not blindBut I can't see a futureUnless I change my mindUnless I decideThat all this comes right down to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=589964689198299062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/589964689198299062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/589964689198299062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-in.html' title='Looking in'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5950726689970168698</id><published>2007-09-28T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:25:36.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking out</title><summary type='text'>Lots of things have caught my attention this week, I'll start with the most recent:The news coming out of Myanmar this week touched me more deeply when I realized that the junta took over there the same year that Jamaica gained Independence. Stop and think about that for a second, if you're a Jamaican really think. That means that as we've struggled to build our country and our government these </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5950726689970168698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5950726689970168698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5950726689970168698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/lots-of-things-have-caught-my-attention.html' title='Looking out'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5324441003077193879</id><published>2007-09-21T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:46:22.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love in the Age of Texting"</title><summary type='text'>Saw this on the news wire here at work and thought it was very interesting.Rule of Thumbs: Love in the Age of TextingBy Natalie Y. MooreSunday, September 16, 2007I once had a boyfriend who was Mr. Text-o-Rama.He never wanted to talk, but he always wanted to text. To him, the only way to communicate was via thumb.I remember a Saturday afternoon I spent with a female friend when I didn't have my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5324441003077193879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5324441003077193879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5324441003077193879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-in-age-of-texting.html' title='&quot;Love in the Age of Texting&quot;'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1110311371245894719</id><published>2007-09-20T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:23:27.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, go walking baby!</title><summary type='text'>Need I say more? :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1110311371245894719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1110311371245894719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1110311371245894719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/go-go-walking-baby.html' title='Go, go walking baby!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8527714838434910568</id><published>2007-09-05T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:41:20.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse</title><summary type='text'>I love this girl's music so much. Such great throwback tunes. I just hope she doesn't self destruct before we can at least get another album out of her! For once, my favorite song on an artist's album ends up being the next video...My Tears Dry on Their OwnBack to Black (Awesome song. This should be the next U.S. release)F--- Me Pumps (I think this is so witty, it's hilarious!)You Know I'm No </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8527714838434910568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8527714838434910568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8527714838434910568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/amy-winehouse.html' title='Amy Winehouse'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4966107867639620913</id><published>2007-09-05T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:03:38.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail Morgan</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure if I've ever blogged about her before, but Abigail Morgan is the granddaughter of my co-worker who recently lost her battle with cancer. She wasn't even a year and a half old and in fact had spent her first birthday in hospital recovering from chemo. Her parents started a Caring Bridge website (http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/abigailmorgan) that I signed up at to receive updates on</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4966107867639620913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4966107867639620913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4966107867639620913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/09/abigail-morgan.html' title='Abigail Morgan'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1288607367716008895</id><published>2007-08-31T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:28:11.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely not a good girl</title><summary type='text'> No not Moo Moo, me. And only with respect to blogging. As always, lots has happened since I last signed in and posted. Most notably Moo Moo turned 1. I'm extremely greatful for all the well wishes we received for both our birthdays (me Aug 10, her Aug 11) and all the people that braved the heat to come and jam up in our living room for her party. To the Atlanta massive, nuff love... the auto </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1288607367716008895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1288607367716008895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1288607367716008895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/08/definitely-not-good-girl.html' title='Definitely not a good girl'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RtjqMw9QY0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Hftgo11UnWU/s72-c/mae%27s+1st+birthday+012+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8120724232361854547</id><published>2007-07-18T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:19:48.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That fateful slap</title><summary type='text'>There's a good reason I sit so far back from the front desk. Just a few minutes ago we had a squalling child in the office. Of course, my first reaction was to feel sorry for the mother. I do know what it feels like to flee a public place and retreat to the privacy of my car because my child was hungry/needed to be changed and decided the whole Wal-Mart should know. Then I started wondering why </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8120724232361854547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8120724232361854547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8120724232361854547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-fateful-slap.html' title='That fateful slap'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-867239181705182044</id><published>2007-07-09T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:05:43.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found an interesting New York TImes article awhile ago (I'm emailing myself my blog entry from work). It's about Brooklyn community in New York called Park Slope that is apparently a mommy haven. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/realestate/08cov.html?pagewanted=1For the past couple days I've actually been thinking that I don't know how well I'd deal in a community like that. I definitely don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=867239181705182044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/867239181705182044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/867239181705182044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-found-interesting-new-york-times.html' title=''/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7834802157128131487</id><published>2007-07-02T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:18:55.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><summary type='text'>Gosh, it really has been ages since I last blogged. You never really notice until you log in and see the last blogged date that Blogger so handily displays on the dashboard page. (Thanks to you too Nadz for pointing out how long it's been!) Needless to say alot has happened in the past couple weeks. Of course a fair amount of that has to do with the girl... so I'll start there.Last night pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7834802157128131487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7834802157128131487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7834802157128131487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RomxmVjC_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/zjBDgFAtALs/s72-c/28May2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7175483887133920986</id><published>2007-06-09T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:31:54.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there...</title><summary type='text'>I'm about to start the last main section of my paper. All I'll have left then is to do the Introduction and the Conclusion and then proof it. After that I'll have to defend it (someone will post two critical questions about my paper) and I also have to come up with two questions about someone else's paper and then that's it! This course will be over and behind me...Mood: stuffy but still slogging</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7175483887133920986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7175483887133920986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7175483887133920986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-there.html' title='Almost there...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2557078262566913560</id><published>2007-06-07T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:40:17.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><summary type='text'>Haven't blogged in awhile but don't worry I'm still alive. Not necessarily going strong because the Miss brought home something from daycare and while her Dad and I are fighting it, she's back to being as healthy as an ox.Other than that, the last week of school has me bowled for six at the moment. This is just a sign in post of sorts... back to work on my final paper.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2557078262566913560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2557078262566913560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2557078262566913560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8093099127026727797</id><published>2007-05-27T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:06:05.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very subdued second day in the moving process. My aunt called this morning to say that my second cousin passed away last night after being in a car accident. He was only 19 and I can remember bathing him and my other second cousin when I spent summers at my Aunt's house when I was younger. These things hit me so much harder now that I have Moo. You really never know what true fear is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8093099127026727797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8093099127026727797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8093099127026727797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-day-part-2.html' title='Moving Day Part 2'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RlmcrQg26vI/AAAAAAAAABI/jXHTsUE6CHk/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8812437540572460057</id><published>2007-05-23T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:06:26.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears to my eyes</title><summary type='text'>I'm blogging from work. Yes the time stamp on this is after hours, but that's because I composed this post at work and emailed it to myself :) For the past couple weeks I've been following a different sort of blog. This one is at Caring Bridge.org and details my co-worker's granddaughter's fight with an acute form of leukemia. As I've said in their guestbook, it's like they've become my extended </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8812437540572460057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8812437540572460057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8812437540572460057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/tears-to-my-eyes.html' title='Tears to my eyes'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6525210230077932856</id><published>2007-05-22T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:13:56.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness</title><summary type='text'>Okay we're homeowners now. We closed on our first home today. But in more important news, the new Maroon 5 album is out and is Adam just hotter than 10 fire sides or WHAT? LOL Just kidding, but seriously, this is my new jam of the week...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6525210230077932856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6525210230077932856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6525210230077932856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/hotness.html' title='Hotness'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3629870635251605214</id><published>2007-05-14T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:03:20.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I had the time of my life. I FINALLY went to a motorsports event and drove just as - if not more - aggressively than I do on the road. J treated me to an autocross in Pensacola for Mother's Day and I managed to eek by and beat him by 0.3 seconds... mind you only on a technicality because he hit a cone on his last run. (We may have even won a trophy but no official results yet. I guess</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3629870635251605214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3629870635251605214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3629870635251605214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/Rkj4I8M4bAI/AAAAAAAAABA/UVt4AwcZTZ4/s72-c/pensacola+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2209465144901996315</id><published>2007-05-06T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:53:12.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the 'Net</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever stopped and thought about how much the Internet has permeated our lives? I know I'm not the only one who's depressed when the Internet connection drops. Or feels like their life has ended when the computer is on the fritz. This point has been hit home before, and quite forcefully, but sometimes subtlety works best.Yesterday I burnt my thumb on the rack in the oven while making my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2209465144901996315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2209465144901996315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2209465144901996315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-of-net.html' title='The power of the &apos;Net'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1361750899295349438</id><published>2007-05-05T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:51:37.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best laid plans</title><summary type='text'>So much for blogging daily huh? Since Monday everything has just been going at breakneck pace. Tuesday was a bust at the DMV because I left all my paperwork at home. This at least gave me the ooportunity to reschedule and be able to take the driving exam right after the written test. I decided on Wednesday morning instead of during my lunch break so I wouldn't have too much time to turn myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1361750899295349438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1361750899295349438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1361750899295349438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-laid-plans.html' title='The best laid plans'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/Rjzf2sM4a_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/IYWTmKhh9-o/s72-c/20Apr2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7035518902931719284</id><published>2007-04-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:17:22.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing fingers, eyes and toes!</title><summary type='text'>OK, this post is going to be short and sweet. I've stayed up a bit too late looking around my first 'classroom' for my University of Phoenix Management MA, but I must say I'm scared and excited all at the same time. Six weeks long, I can tell it's going to be an intensive course, but that's good. Hopefully I won't suffer the mid-term slump that always used to grip me in college.Tomorrow's blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7035518902931719284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7035518902931719284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7035518902931719284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/crossing-fingers-eyes-and-toes.html' title='Crossing fingers, eyes and toes!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1380903949053167746</id><published>2007-04-29T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:11:31.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is good</title><summary type='text'>I actually took a nap today. Believe me, I have to be near the end of my rope to take a nap and the one I took today was like a tall drink of water on a sweltering summer's day. One of the things I remember from towards the end of my pregnancy and right after Moo was born was how hard it was for me to take a nap! I knew I should, my body was screaming that I needed it but for as long as I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1380903949053167746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1380903949053167746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1380903949053167746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep-is-good.html' title='Sleep is good'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-516217715043560469</id><published>2007-04-28T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:12:00.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday Shuffle</title><summary type='text'>It's done by Mom's all over the world. Wake up early to get a head start before the kids are up. Do whatever chores are needed (i.e. picking up after the kids and the husband). Then get ready for the probably lengthy list of other things you have to do that day. In my case I get the baby's food ready and fold whatever laundry I might have dried from the night before. Then I clean out the fridge, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=516217715043560469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/516217715043560469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/516217715043560469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-shuffle.html' title='The Saturday Shuffle'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RjNK98M4a-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/0ZGeRl_WEOU/s72-c/26Apr2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-8871255850897249104</id><published>2007-04-26T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:17:15.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect fit</title><summary type='text'>My song of the moment.I love how dark yet sexy the video is... fits my mood these last few weeks to a tee.(Thanks for finding it for me, J')</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=8871255850897249104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8871255850897249104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/8871255850897249104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/perfect-fit.html' title='Perfect fit'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1179003631224042506</id><published>2007-04-25T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:07:03.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthwhile or worthless</title><summary type='text'>How do we decide whether something is worthwhile or worthless. I was telling my boss earlier today that I've managed to blog every day except one since making my daily blog promise (challenge?) and that led into a discussion about how many blogs in the blogosphere are worth reading. He reads mainly political blogs. I mainly read the blogs of my friends and others in the Caribbean Bloggers circle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1179003631224042506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1179003631224042506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1179003631224042506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/worthwhile-or-worthless.html' title='Worthwhile or worthless'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7317879341166011447</id><published>2007-04-24T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:25:14.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(In?) voluntary segregation</title><summary type='text'>I would never have believed this if I hadn't read it with my own two eyes:Students attend school's first integrated promApril 23, 2007Story Highlights• Students of Turner County High School voted to have school-sponsored prom• In the past, parents have organized private, segregated dances• Principal Chad Stone says the official prom will become a yearly event• Senior Class President James Hall </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7317879341166011447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7317879341166011447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7317879341166011447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-voluntary-segregation.html' title='(In?) voluntary segregation'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3497355533239760458</id><published>2007-04-23T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:29:04.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreclosures</title><summary type='text'>Scary...Rising foreclosures have widespread falloutFilings in the U.S. were up 47% from a year ago, leaving a wake of vacant homes and overgrown yards for state and local governments to contend with. Even lenders are trying to help troubled borrowers.http://realestate.msn.com/Buying/Article2.aspx?cp-documentid=4734564&amp;GT=9323</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3497355533239760458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3497355533239760458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3497355533239760458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/foreclosures.html' title='Foreclosures'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-1526872216335456634</id><published>2007-04-22T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:12:16.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On your mark...</title><summary type='text'>I completed my first assignment today. Apparently for each course you take at University of Phoenix you post a short biography of yourself as your first assignment. So while J dozed on the cough and Moo snored in her crib I got to it. Thankfully my new job has me back into the swing of things with writing so it didn't take me too long to hammer something out.Other than that I also bit the bullet </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=1526872216335456634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1526872216335456634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/1526872216335456634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-your-mark.html' title='On your mark...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5722665547211649417</id><published>2007-04-21T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:42:29.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrouping</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I may have to change that promise to everyday during the week and optionally on the weekend. I'm bushed at the moment. Just reeling from the shock that one of the Blue Angels crashed and died during an air show in South Carolina. They were just here a few weekends ago. The formation they were doing when the pilot veered off and died? My neighbor and I saw that at eye level when we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5722665547211649417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5722665547211649417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5722665547211649417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/regrouping.html' title='Regrouping'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6468380340028628301</id><published>2007-04-19T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:16:01.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my brown bag?</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm not doing too hot at the moment. Feel like I'm in a fog, with a migraine and a slight cold. Won't bore you there, but I wanted to lay it out just in case this comes out all disjointed. Anyway, I was on the Burnie Thompson Morning Show on Talk Radio 101 earlier today. It went well, my boss and the executive editor said I did good. My boss even said that I sounded "polished and poised." </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6468380340028628301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6468380340028628301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6468380340028628301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/wheres-my-brown-bag.html' title='Where&apos;s my brown bag?'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3806196830384856078</id><published>2007-04-18T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:14:16.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet to go</title><summary type='text'>On the air that is. Monday's mass shooting at Virgina Tech obviously eclipsed anything else short of World War III on Tuesday. We rescheduled to this morning, when I was supposed to joing Thompson in the studio, but then we had to take Moo to the clinic. The poor little thing has both ears infected and a bad congested cough.So I'm due on tomorrow morning at approximately 8am. I'm quite tired </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3806196830384856078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3806196830384856078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3806196830384856078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/yet-to-go.html' title='Yet to go'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4804675145922218210</id><published>2007-04-17T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:21:26.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did start...</title><summary type='text'>As you can see this entry is very short. I haven't broken my promise though because saved as a draft to my Blogger account is the very reason why I started this exercise in the first place. On the way home from work I came up with a topic that I'd explore, and while fleshing it all out in the blog create box I realized that I'd struck on my column for this Saturday :)So I'm going to have to keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4804675145922218210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4804675145922218210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4804675145922218210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-did-start.html' title='I did start...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-155059771204092535</id><published>2007-04-16T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:55:37.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking in my... hmm, heels?</title><summary type='text'>I'm due on the air tomorrow morning at around 8:15 am. I've been invited to participate on the Burnie Thompson Morning Show on Talk Radio 101 here in Northwest Florida. It's not that I've never been on the radio before - I had my own show during my year at W&amp;L - but I'm just a bundle of nerves. This is exactly how I felt last Friday waiting to see my first column published in the Saturday paper. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=155059771204092535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/155059771204092535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/155059771204092535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/shaking-in-my-hmm-heels_16.html' title='Shaking in my... hmm, heels?'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2743755732697246865</id><published>2007-04-15T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:14:35.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did promise, but....</title><summary type='text'>I did say that I'd blog every day but I didn't specify the length, now did I? Had to leave myself an escape clause somewhere else this would become too taxing and defeat the purpose of getting my writing skills back up to scratch.Today was a slow day. Went to a baby shower, where for the first time Moo was the oldest baby there. Very humbling experience. I was also ashamed but at the same time </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2743755732697246865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2743755732697246865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2743755732697246865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-did-promise-but.html' title='I did promise, but....'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-7637723960291443316</id><published>2007-04-14T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:34:49.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat bout...</title><summary type='text'>I was on my way home from the base supermarket, cycling through my programmed radio channels because I didn't feel like listening to my Daft Punk CD anymore. I ended up listening to some rap song (sad, but I can't even remember the name right now - no, wait, it was We Fly High/Ballin'). That got me thinking about the whole Imus deal.These days that's what we're all talking about. Don Imus and rap</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=7637723960291443316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7637723960291443316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/7637723960291443316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/chat-bout.html' title='Chat bout...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-90772503480975924</id><published>2007-04-13T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:16:29.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Promise</title><summary type='text'>While it hasn't been too terribly long since I last blogged it has been a considerable length of time since I last blogged consistently. All that is now going to change. I made a statement to my boss when I was leaving work today and during the drive home the sentiment took the shape of a promise that I've now made to myself.I am going to blog every day.Every day, you might say? What happens if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=90772503480975924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/90772503480975924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/90772503480975924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-promise.html' title='My Promise'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-9210021134728262893</id><published>2007-03-25T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:59:33.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something For Everyone</title><summary type='text'>There are many Sim-a-holics out there! And apparently there's something in the game for everyone. Here's a link to a bunch of music videos done TS2 style. Beware though, the link opens a page at BlackGirl online which is an adult forum.http://209.172.55.126/board/showthread.php?t=163012This is one of the better ones: Aaliyah - Try AgainPS - The surprise? Well, we threw a surprise birthday party </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=9210021134728262893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/9210021134728262893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/9210021134728262893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-for-everyone.html' title='Something For Everyone'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2164981130169533800</id><published>2007-03-15T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:03:53.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Blogging Allowed</title><summary type='text'>No blogging allowed at work for me ladies and gents, and of course that's perfectly understandable. Some of you may actually look at the timestamp on this blog and say, "Well, hey, why aren't you at work now?" Simple answer, no one is sick. I just had a bunch of appointments that I scheduled all on one day to minimize the time I'm out of office. Naturally, I suffer for any time I don't work </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2164981130169533800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2164981130169533800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2164981130169533800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-blogging-allowed.html' title='No Blogging Allowed'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RfmYiWrC3ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3eMeYzI3qqY/s72-c/04Mar2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4446461776578474487</id><published>2007-03-05T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:56:18.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Samuels!</title><summary type='text'>Ran into this on a friend's Hi5 page... priceless!(Part 3 of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4446461776578474487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4446461776578474487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4446461776578474487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/03/oliver-samuels.html' title='Oliver Samuels!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3412820617532311895</id><published>2007-03-02T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:39:08.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value Of Time</title><summary type='text'>To realize the value of ONE YEARAsk a student who has failed his exam.To realize the value of ONE MONTHAsk a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.To realize the value of ONE WEEKAsk an editor of a weekly newspaper.To realize the value of ONE DAYAsk a daily wage laborer.To realize the value of ONE HOURAsk the lovers who are waiting to meet.To realize the value of ONE MINUTEAsk a person </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3412820617532311895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3412820617532311895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3412820617532311895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/03/value-of-time.html' title='The Value Of Time'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-2962052486689298092</id><published>2007-02-25T17:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:16:57.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Night Out</title><summary type='text'>I'm still around but now that I have a job (even if it is only a temp one) I've been keeping so busy that blogging definitely has slid down on my list of things to do.Right alongside baby's many firsts: rolling over, starting solids, sleeping through the night etc... I've realised that there are quite a few 'Mommy Firsts' as well. Aside from the ones to do with mommy-baby bonding (like nursing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=2962052486689298092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2962052486689298092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/2962052486689298092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/02/mommys-night-out.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/ReIdksdWyFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JcpjVbiJu-U/s72-c/kimshan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-3794891548721968085</id><published>2007-01-14T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:51:03.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbraking 101</title><summary type='text'>Somehow I think that this isn't part of effective handbraking LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=3794891548721968085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3794891548721968085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/3794891548721968085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2007/01/handbraking-101.html' title='Handbraking 101'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6475364550797933096</id><published>2006-12-25T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:13:59.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, another Christmas has rolled around. Right off the bat I can say that this Christmas is definitely better than the last. This time last year I was asleep getting ready to head to the airport for an early morning flight to head back to Jamaica after a five day stay with J in Louisiana. He was going to drop me to the airport then head to work for a 12-hour shift. And two days ago we had just </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6475364550797933096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6475364550797933096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6475364550797933096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-6519651969775423655</id><published>2006-12-07T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:41:43.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mad White Jamaican</title><summary type='text'>Discovered this on You Tube, had me and J in stitches... Let me know whether you think he's really Jamaican or not!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=6519651969775423655' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6519651969775423655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/6519651969775423655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/12/mad-white-jamaican.html' title='The Mad White Jamaican'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-4562587194538259683</id><published>2006-12-06T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:03:59.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hevaen and Hell</title><summary type='text'>No, this won't be a deeply theological or philosophical piece, just something that found it's way into my Junk Mail that hit a chord.A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like. " The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.In the middle of the room was a large round </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=4562587194538259683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4562587194538259683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/4562587194538259683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/12/hevaen-and-hell.html' title='Hevaen and Hell'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-441763790446071606</id><published>2006-12-03T10:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:28:48.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time</title><summary type='text'>My Aunt P recently visited with us for Thanksgiving... well, actually to come and see the little one for the first time. Thanksgiving was just a bonus. I love seeing my AP because she's my Mom's younger sister and it's always nice to hear stories about my Mom, but as my relationship with my Aunt has grown since my Mom passed I've come to love my AP more as her own person. Not sure if that makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=441763790446071606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/441763790446071606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/441763790446071606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/12/taking-time.html' title='Taking Time'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/RXL8qaj2GqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3jP5pHDwGHw/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-5112783066080674128</id><published>2006-11-14T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:56:34.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time sure does fly...</title><summary type='text'>Mae's officially no longer a newborn. At 3 months and 3 days old she's now seen as an infant LOL She's a big little girl too at 17 1/2 pounds and about 25 inches... smiling away and esctatic over the discovery of 8 fingers and 2 thumbs...I've got 10 new toys!Big smile time</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=5112783066080674128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5112783066080674128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/5112783066080674128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-sure-does-fly.html' title='Time sure does fly...'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-116247961407443089</id><published>2006-11-02T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:33:45.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutty Wine Drama</title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one who thinks that today's Jamaica Observer Editorial Cartoon is just the business? LOL I remember seeing the front page of a Star back in June that said that doctors were alledged warning of the fatal dangers of doing the 'Dutty Wine' - the dance that goes along with the Tony Matterhorn hit track of the same name. Lots of discussion ensued but it all faded away because we decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=116247961407443089' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116247961407443089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116247961407443089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/11/dutty-wine-drama.html' title='Dutty Wine Drama'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-116243510067056740</id><published>2006-11-01T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:33:45.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><summary type='text'> A second ago it dawned on me that if I wait until I "have time" to sit and do a long blog post then you all might never hear from me again! So although I know the Miss is supposed to wake up any minute now, I'm going to hammer off a short post because this is reall great news!Well, J and I have been in the process of filing for my permanent residency here and this month marked a succesful end to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=116243510067056740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116243510067056740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116243510067056740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/11/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-116053534908305547</id><published>2006-10-10T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:29:13.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps in the road III</title><summary type='text'>Those of you who've been reading my blog from the start of the year may remember my posts about sticking to the RWD class, even though it's the harder road less travelled? Well this is definitely taking some perseverance, but at the same time this dexterity season has been remarkably rewarding. How can the season be rewarding when I haven't won anything since the first dexterity - had my teeth </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=116053534908305547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116053534908305547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/116053534908305547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/10/bumps-in-road-iii.html' title='Bumps in the road III'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18679446.post-115953489892713929</id><published>2006-09-29T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:29:56.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of his better parodies</title><summary type='text'>This is definitely one of Weird Al's funnier parody's. For those who don't know this is a take on Chamillionaire's track Ridin' Dirty.Mood: worried, Moo gets her first immunization todayMusic: hum of the PC fan</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18679446&amp;postID=115953489892713929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/115953489892713929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18679446/posts/default/115953489892713929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmewordsablog2.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-of-his-better-parodies.html' title='One of his better parodies'/><author><name>slybabyk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNJFRE-70-Y/S55hjVQEkuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWe_hWEu9Ng/S220/IMG00020-20100315-0757.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
