<?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-1758760806306882191</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:44:30.194-07:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Noche'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='classism'/><category term='Bayou Classic'/><category term='gm'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='New Orleans'/><category term='BTR'/><title type='text'>D Best Is Yet To Come</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-2869645849726251108</id><published>2010-06-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:57:42.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin Em To Starve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting out of the G&lt;br /&gt;Grinning with Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dapper in my style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;With swagga in my smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hint of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cologne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I pass your way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma leave you to starve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No comment today...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-2869645849726251108?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/2869645849726251108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=2869645849726251108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2869645849726251108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2869645849726251108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/07/leavin-em-to-starve.html' title='Leavin Em To Starve'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-5814298010263536086</id><published>2010-04-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:50:58.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proactive Approach</title><content type='html'>Most people believe in some higher being however do most people believe that you should take a proactive approach when having a discussion with that being? My opinon for what its worth is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize what those destructive behaviors were in your family past and/or presently going on around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you are the one who is breaking the curse by being proactive. You have to be OK with that, some people typically don’t see the forest for the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what’s best for yourself your family physically, spiritually. Praying with God(cause I don’t believe in praying to God) and discussing guidance for your family the way he sees fit is one practical approach. If you don't see the pattern of your past, those curses, problems, etc. they will forever remain. Problems don't just disappear you have to fight against the destructive things that plague your family currently and your past. You must take a proactive stand that you will not allow them to take your future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-5814298010263536086?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/5814298010263536086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=5814298010263536086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/5814298010263536086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/5814298010263536086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2010/04/proactive-approach.html' title='Proactive Approach'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-5321613879250550819</id><published>2010-02-28T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:34:26.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Space In Your Togetherness</title><content type='html'>We often seek dating advice from others when sometimes we can find that advice within our on space. One of the most important things you can do in your relationship is to assure that you take time for yourself to develop who you are and evaluate what you want out of your relationship. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt; (out of all places) states "nothing grows without space and air". Although its important to intermingle your life with that of your mates its also very important to not lose your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;identity&lt;/span&gt; within the process. Your relationship cant be everything or nothing. Hopefully you can leave your relationship with more knowledge of who you are, but in the event you dont at least being who you were before. I urge you to find space in your togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See another story I wore for more reference.&lt;br /&gt;http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-5321613879250550819?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/5321613879250550819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=5321613879250550819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/5321613879250550819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/5321613879250550819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-space-in-your-togetherness.html' title='Finding Space In Your Togetherness'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-7847364727241347895</id><published>2010-01-24T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:20:33.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Kind of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;So my new love is a simple love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A love as refreshing as water in 100 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A kind of love that is simple the wind blowing in trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Some of the things I am told can make any man weak in his knees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love this love because it comes with no walls or bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I did not search but by you I was found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This poem I am writing is as simple as can be because this love was designed simply for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-7847364727241347895?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/7847364727241347895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=7847364727241347895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/7847364727241347895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/7847364727241347895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-kind-of-love.html' title='A Simple Kind of Love'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1149272028763621208</id><published>2009-12-29T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:30:48.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peek Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S6p1vJHqktI/AAAAAAAAAFY/85BeqFQ0RNk/s1600/4231peek_a_boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452299751647777490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S6p1vJHqktI/AAAAAAAAAFY/85BeqFQ0RNk/s320/4231peek_a_boo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I revealed my life to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... sorta like you asked me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I told you my most inner secrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... you used them against me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I feel so defeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;You were introduced to all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... I told myself I would not do that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Letting you in has done me no justice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... Next time I will be more prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;My confidence has now been shattered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... My reveal showed my divine truths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Once I pick up the pieces I will be bullet proof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;..... This time I feel like a fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;But next time around I wont be moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So to you I say thanks for the help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.... in teaching me a new way to reveal myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1149272028763621208?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1149272028763621208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1149272028763621208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1149272028763621208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1149272028763621208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/12/peek-inside.html' title='A Peek Inside'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S6p1vJHqktI/AAAAAAAAAFY/85BeqFQ0RNk/s72-c/4231peek_a_boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-7812396407593299954</id><published>2009-12-10T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:49:49.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we meet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have never been one of those people who meets someone out and have a connection until the day I meet him. I attended a party shortly after Thanksgiving with my friend Ahmad. Ahmad notices him as he walks into the room and mentions that he is attractive to me and I say yeah he is. So we leave it at that. He and his friend walk up to me and his friend tells me he likes my jacket. He then says "he likes everything about me". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; grabbing my attention he and I indulge into conversation though the course of the night to exchange phone numbers and the night ends. Curtains close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-7812396407593299954?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/7812396407593299954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=7812396407593299954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/7812396407593299954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/7812396407593299954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-we-meet.html' title='So we meet.....'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-4694173574307273077</id><published>2009-11-16T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:10:02.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Vomit</title><content type='html'>We cannot just say whatever we want to say then say sorry.... over and over again. We cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;justify&lt;/span&gt; causing someone else pain because we are in pain- its irresponsible, mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spirited&lt;/span&gt; and promotes victim consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say and how you say it matters, once words are out of your mouth- like throwing a rock- they cannot be called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language has power, weigh your words carefully. You can create beauty or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; annihilation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose the higher vibration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-4694173574307273077?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/4694173574307273077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=4694173574307273077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4694173574307273077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4694173574307273077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-vomit.html' title='Word Vomit'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-2074646232261573940</id><published>2009-10-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:41:04.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/St-b0ORlYBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x0LkzRR4kcg/s1600-h/outlet_troubleshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/St-b0ORlYBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x0LkzRR4kcg/s200/outlet_troubleshoot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395202200100495378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/St-bfePKvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cSkiDRbtZi8/s1600-h/outlet_troubleshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everyone needs an outlet. Even department stores send old fashions to outlets. It can also be defined as "an exit: an opening that permits escape or release". In a conversation today with an acquaintance he advised me that he and his partner were calling it quits after a difficult 9 year relationship. I asked why were they deciding to end it? One particular response stood out in my mind.  He and his soon to be ex never hung out with his friends nor did the mate have anyone aside from him to check him on relationship issues. Thus the mate always thought his actions were ok. I told him I could understand what he was saying and that we all need an outlet. Someone to call us on our BS every now and then. We all need a critique every now and then it helps the relationship to have an outside prospective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-2074646232261573940?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/2074646232261573940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=2074646232261573940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2074646232261573940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2074646232261573940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/09/outlet.html' title='The Outlet'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/St-b0ORlYBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x0LkzRR4kcg/s72-c/outlet_troubleshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1086088144748671147</id><published>2009-07-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:39:48.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SnEEt-iArJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fYKFMhjFgnM/s1600-h/who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073819101244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SnEEt-iArJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fYKFMhjFgnM/s320/who.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is looking to be changed upon entering into a union? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What changes people? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When do you stop trying to change someone? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where do find common ground to make things work? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why cant we accept people for who they are?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you love them for who they are? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People typically never change they modify their behavior to fit the circumstance. In two separate conversations today alone I found myself conversing with friends who are expecting thier current mate to change. One finds himself surprised at his partners past. While the other wants his girlfriend to change totally. Simple answer its easier to build a child than to repair an adult. Obviously something about that person attracted you as they are, deal with that you can and only you will know when you have had enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1086088144748671147?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1086088144748671147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1086088144748671147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1086088144748671147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1086088144748671147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-what.html' title='Who ?'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SnEEt-iArJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fYKFMhjFgnM/s72-c/who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-8991127935641892404</id><published>2009-06-08T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:05:18.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capacity to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-BheDyNdI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fx9-l8DUveQ/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350137294344041938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-BheDyNdI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fx9-l8DUveQ/s200/brokenheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keisha and I went to lunch on Saturday and she advised me what her "capacity to love" was. She does not want more than a husband and possibly one child because her capacity to love can not support more than that. As always when having a conversation with someone of some intellectual substance typically I leave that conversation with some sort lesson, thoughts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooo.......&lt;/span&gt; leaving lunch, I was wondering what my capacity to love is. As I grow older I think my capacity to love grows weaker. I find myself not really giving a fuck about certain things that I may have once cared about. Does that make be a bad person? Well I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give a fuck whether it does or doesn't now do I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-8991127935641892404?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/8991127935641892404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=8991127935641892404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8991127935641892404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8991127935641892404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/06/capacity-to-love.html' title='Capacity to Love'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-BheDyNdI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fx9-l8DUveQ/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-4595960072268245149</id><published>2009-06-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:06:50.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-B26RlUlI/AAAAAAAAADs/BnDg3NwyxaE/s1600-h/traff_signs.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350137662695363154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-B26RlUlI/AAAAAAAAADs/BnDg3NwyxaE/s200/traff_signs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you drive down the street you see signs for any and everything. Typically we follow those signs as they are leading us in direction we are wishing to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we follow signs that we do not see? Are lighting bolts to the forehead required for us to see signs all the time. Often times the boat passing you by can be a sign when you are drowning. Yet why do we still miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have had several signs regarding several issues just appear to me. Although, I know these have been signs (because I am writing about them currently) why have I not hopped in the boat? I am a pretty decent swimmer but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I can wait for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; drought to dry up this water so it looks like I need to get on the next boat that passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-4595960072268245149?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/4595960072268245149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=4595960072268245149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4595960072268245149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4595960072268245149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/06/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/Sj-B26RlUlI/AAAAAAAAADs/BnDg3NwyxaE/s72-c/traff_signs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-820979103168862908</id><published>2009-05-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:09:23.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when.....</title><content type='html'>What happens when you are carrying dead weight? Once your arm gets tired? After you figure out you need more? When you decide enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the physical is not enough? Once you decide your needs are not being meet? What do you do when you want substance? When you need to hear more than I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you need just one ounce of encouragement?  When you are starving for affection? When you want to be taught and not be the teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take a step back to remember that no one will ever provide you 100% of your needs.  *Sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-820979103168862908?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/820979103168862908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=820979103168862908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/820979103168862908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/820979103168862908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-happens-when.html' title='What happens when.....'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1084192170674958145</id><published>2009-05-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:18:58.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Next Then and Last......</title><content type='html'>Sequence is very important when it pertains to events, cause and effect, storytelling, etc.  1+1 must equal 2 before 2x2 can equal 4. It’s just the natural order of things.  A friend and I were  conversing about his significant other and how they forget what they do to cause a reaction to a situation. I often times have this same problem and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; its very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people forget the key element to a story  (their role)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1084192170674958145?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1084192170674958145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1084192170674958145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1084192170674958145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1084192170674958145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-next-then-and-last.html' title='First Next Then and Last......'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6973378375560786806</id><published>2009-04-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:57:27.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SkKTLvJg_pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KZS7aL6GkYw/s1600-h/Time+Machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351001137113792146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SkKTLvJg_pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KZS7aL6GkYw/s320/Time+Machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A time machine is defined as a science fiction machine that is supposed to transport people or objects into the past or the future. Often times I feel like I am in such a machine. In a conversation with someone dear to me yesterday, I was advised that if I decide to look back be sure to have a clear vision of my future and where I want it to be. For the first time ever, I must admit I don't have a clear vision. I continue to ask myself why am I in this machine? What keeps me traveling backward? If the future is so great when I travel forward why do I not stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I drive a fast car and I have found myself driving so fast lately that I have not noticed the seasons changing around me. In addition, I have looked back to my past for answers and I don't even know whats the question. Recently, I have written two stories related to the past and/or future. Its about time I read them again right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you will find my time machine on Craigslist. LOL. I am done! Futhermore, I will slow the G down and watch spring form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6973378375560786806?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6973378375560786806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6973378375560786806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6973378375560786806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6973378375560786806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SkKTLvJg_pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KZS7aL6GkYw/s72-c/Time+Machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-3045726582693688682</id><published>2009-04-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:51:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;He will wrap me in his arms while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;he will smile at me while starring in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;he will take me to heights I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;he will tell me his thoughts of a previous dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he will do things that were never imaged&lt;br /&gt;he will teach me things and help me to inspire.&lt;br /&gt;one day we will have conversation that is far from simple&lt;br /&gt;he will allow me to caress his face ever so gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he will make me feel like I am the king in his world&lt;br /&gt;we will be transformed from what we were&lt;br /&gt;he will do things just because&lt;br /&gt;and one day I will say "wow this must be love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-3045726582693688682?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/3045726582693688682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=3045726582693688682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/3045726582693688682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/3045726582693688682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day.html' title='One Day.......'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-2318821241434203587</id><published>2009-04-06T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:08:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On...</title><content type='html'>In a conversation with my judy's regarding some of the people I have recently dated I expressed to him that although none actually formed into a relationship, some I would have like to keep around and communicate with while others can kick rocks. Its unfortunate that with each I have not been able to do so because apparently they did not see me as good enough to be a friend, however I was GREAT for relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was pissed, and like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF,&lt;/span&gt; because we did not get into a relationship we can't be friends. Then I came to the conclusion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... maybe you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be friends with everyone. Oh well.... I presume everything happens for reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a distraction free weekend and it allowed me to focus on whats important to me. Yes my memory had to be jogged but I am glad it has been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-2318821241434203587?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/2318821241434203587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=2318821241434203587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2318821241434203587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2318821241434203587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving On...'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6305048648837748585</id><published>2009-03-30T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:20:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it well</title><content type='html'>Things are becoming harder as we fall deeper into this recession, there is a cocoon that traps us into negative or limited thinking about who we are and what we can become. Either we can continue to think of ourselves as victims, or we can take ownership of our lives and extend our possibilities in limitless directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of something in your life you are great at. Own it, and pour your spirit into it. Michael Jordan did not just play basketball, but definied his inner self as he soared to the basket. Within each of us is an inspiration - a spark of insight about the person we were meant to be. Reinventing yourself helps us to name that vision...to call it ours and to begin to make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6305048648837748585?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6305048648837748585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6305048648837748585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6305048648837748585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6305048648837748585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing-it-well.html' title='Doing it well'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6305006996455241069</id><published>2009-03-23T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:22:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants a First Lady?</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone trying out for the first lady position? Why is it difficult for gay men to be co-presidents? Is it so hard for gay men to have some attributes aside from physical appearances that MEN have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have a very strong opinion about what defines a man. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think that it is necessary for you to have a blue collar position or be a homo thug to have some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;masculinity. However, every man in his own right should have something masculine about him. That makes him a man aside from standing up to piss, which lets be honest hell some of them dont want to do that LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I dont think that gay relationships should be like hetrosexual relationships. Who the hell wants that? Why can't we be two men co-exist being men? &lt;/span&gt;To me there is nothing sexier than you and your man playing sports together, discussing cars, building things, etc.. Uhh you know doing somethings that men do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to change the oil, cut the grass and play sports. Meanwhile you want to be the cheerleader, the wife and/or the first lady. Can we both do both yet still be men? eeewww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6305006996455241069?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6305006996455241069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6305006996455241069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6305006996455241069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6305006996455241069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-wants-first-lady.html' title='Who wants a First Lady?'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-4702597507076441002</id><published>2009-03-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:21:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race</title><content type='html'>What are we racing for? Must race be an issue in every instance? Recently a friend and I were talking and she told me while listening to a nationally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;syndicated&lt;/span&gt; radio show the DJ accused those 2 judges who were sending kids to jail of only sending black boys to jail. When in fact they were sending all kids to jail. Why must everyone make everything about their race?  Is it not enough that we as a country are all in the same state of crisis right now? I know its an age old question but how different would the world be if race was not an issue?  Danielle said her father told her if we did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argue&lt;/span&gt; about race it would be about something else height, hair, etc.  I presume he is right but I would like to see the day...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-4702597507076441002?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/4702597507076441002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=4702597507076441002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4702597507076441002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4702597507076441002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/03/race.html' title='The Race'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6199759948039643270</id><published>2009-02-24T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:23:49.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MARDI GRAS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabP_o-m1PI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pgdnn79s1rw/s1600-h/mardi1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307157903141426418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabP_o-m1PI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pgdnn79s1rw/s200/mardi1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabGtYREKmI/AAAAAAAAABw/4uobinROH-o/s1600-h/mg14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307147693813148258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabGtYREKmI/AAAAAAAAABw/4uobinROH-o/s200/mg14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabPV2fojgI/AAAAAAAAACA/7EwX2xqOx98/s1600-h/mg20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307157185215106562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabPV2fojgI/AAAAAAAAACA/7EwX2xqOx98/s200/mg20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabGWYfOy9I/AAAAAAAAABg/swJHMpgQ0fY/s1600-h/mg9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307147298735573970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabGWYfOy9I/AAAAAAAAABg/swJHMpgQ0fY/s200/mg9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabG7uoThbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/61YX0Aj_uo4/s1600-h/mg2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6199759948039643270?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6199759948039643270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6199759948039643270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6199759948039643270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6199759948039643270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-mardi-gras.html' title='HAPPY MARDI GRAS!!!!!'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SabP_o-m1PI/AAAAAAAAACI/Pgdnn79s1rw/s72-c/mardi1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-3415257420977070857</id><published>2009-02-19T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:57:07.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.......</title><content type='html'>So he has me thinking..... what have I done to ignite such a passion that he wants us to have a family together, share friends, live together. He said he watched me sleep one night and though to himself damn.... he also mentioned there is some kind of feeling you get when you watch the man you want sleeping in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a man I have never even kissed, a man I have known for less than 6 months, the time we spend is limited due to schedule conflicts but some how some way he has imagined all of the above with me. I am not sure what its all about but I am sure it makes me feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-3415257420977070857?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/3415257420977070857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=3415257420977070857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/3415257420977070857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/3415257420977070857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.......'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-8167052514287155433</id><published>2009-02-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:32:26.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Child Aint Safe In A Fag Club</title><content type='html'>What possess a man to pursue a woman in a gay club? The other night my friends and I went out and my best friend Danielle came along with us. Now, Danielle is a straight woman, a hag who just wanted to go out with her fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some clown claiming to be just there with his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boyz&lt;/span&gt;" was trying to pick her up? Needless to say I interjected and one thing lead to another and we were kicked out for me attempting to beat this guys ass. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in 2009 do men still feel the need to be "DL"?  Is it that serious you cant come to terms with your life that you must involve the lives of others. There is nothing more liberating then a man coming to terms with his sexuality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-8167052514287155433?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/8167052514287155433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=8167052514287155433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8167052514287155433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8167052514287155433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-child-aint-safe-in-fag-club.html' title='Girl Child Aint Safe In A Fag Club'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1952127081262949418</id><published>2009-02-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:13:48.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing....</title><content type='html'>As a Christmas gift I was given an iPhone and recently decided to have it activated. The phone it itself has thousands of applications. One particular called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loopted&lt;/span&gt; is a social networking app. This evening as I was scrolling Loopted and came across this particular profile picture with two guys hugging. The headline read "I have an amazing partner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking what makes him so amazing?? Does he smile in the mornings at you, does he uplift your spirit after a hard days work, does he make you laugh, does he keep your relationship new and exciting, are you equally yoked? Oh wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I want in a partner. D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ictionary&lt;/span&gt;.com defines amazing as "causing great surprise or sudden wonder". Its also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;synonymous with&lt;/span&gt; astonishing, fantastic, incredible, and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has claimed to have found a partner who is amazing and so amazing he wanted to tell the world. WOW!!!! Althought I am not seeking a relationship if only I can be so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1952127081262949418?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1952127081262949418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1952127081262949418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1952127081262949418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1952127081262949418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/02/amazing.html' title='Amazing....'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6539323240418132171</id><published>2009-01-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:56:44.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW EYES WATCHING OVER AMERICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SXeZ71xtS5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gxqJoa_Y4gM/s1600-h/Obama_2-360x290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293869140324207506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SXeZ71xtS5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gxqJoa_Y4gM/s200/Obama_2-360x290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6539323240418132171?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6539323240418132171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6539323240418132171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6539323240418132171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6539323240418132171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-eyes-watching-over-america.html' title='NEW EYES WATCHING OVER AMERICA'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SXeZ71xtS5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gxqJoa_Y4gM/s72-c/Obama_2-360x290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-403677574909388581</id><published>2009-01-15T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:03:54.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for 1</title><content type='html'>Norman Cousins once said, "the eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness." From the beginning of life we are surrounded by others. In conversations with people, I have often times heard them express how the thought of being alone or growing old alone frightens them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically when we see an elder and/or know someone who is alone we view them as crazy, strange etc. It is a constant reminder of what we don't want to be. Its funny that we are able to do so much alone, yet so many other things "require" us to be with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone. When you become strong enough to love yourself 100% good and bad, you have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; requesting a ....... table for 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-403677574909388581?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/403677574909388581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=403677574909388581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/403677574909388581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/403677574909388581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/01/table-for-1.html' title='Table for 1'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-567416346128715718</id><published>2009-01-09T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:54:39.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.8.81</title><content type='html'>As of last year my birthday has become a very touchy subject for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out with a group of friends to "celebrate" my birthday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Surins&lt;/span&gt; and somehow someway the night got ugly when two friends got into an argument. To make light of the situation, I decided to "recreate" the events change the location and their names... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast of characters included Barbara Ann, Lilly Jane, Odessa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Joe and myself. When I arrived at the Barbara Ann was already sitting at the bar drinking a glass of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thunderbird&lt;/span&gt; and reading soap opera digest. We hugged as she wished me a happy birthday. Shortly after I arrived Odessa came in explaining how she has been combing her hair all day and her wrist is really hurting. We said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;…. Maybe you should have a drink to calm your nerves. She said sure "I will get a glass of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boones&lt;/span&gt; Strawberry Hill bartender". So we are all just standing there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;keeing&lt;/span&gt; about how great I look and how fabulous my wardrobe was. I remind them that all it takes is a great Dr. and a great knife to look the way I look. As we are looking out the window we see Lilly Jane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Joe coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to tell the hostess our party is here. She said “they are just cleaning the table in the golden suite and if you all want to get started we just put out some fresh clean plates at the buffet please feel free to help yourselves.” We get settled in the room and we all sit down and start to talk. The waiter comes in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Joe orders a MD 20/20, I order a shot of water, and Lilly Jane orders a double chocolate chardonnay with coco chips on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night progresses we engage in some deep conversations from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ctrl&lt;/span&gt; p + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ctrl&lt;/span&gt; v=1.5 billable to how the lights went out in Hawaii. Between the MD, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Boones&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thunderbird&lt;/span&gt; and the constant trips to the buffet line the conversation gets really deep. Barbara Ann ask Odessa a question and she becomes heated and say “how dare you” she then throws her drink on Barbara Ann. Barbara stunned by what has happen pulls her wig off to reveal a spike Mohawk. Odessa embarrassed runs out leaving one of her glass slippers behind. As we are leaving not believing what has happen Odessa walks back in and say what happen to my shoe I know you stole it Derrick, I say what then reach in my bag and pull out my tee shirt which said “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BYTCH&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE”!!!! Barbara Ann said no I have it Odessa who can’t believe that she had her slipper goes into her purse and pulls out a set of brass knuckles and tells Barbara Ann to bring it outside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Joe said you know what that’s my cue to leave I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;billables&lt;/span&gt; to do and he takes off. Lilly Jane who is high from chocolate tries to calm Odessa down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Ann said let her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;azz&lt;/span&gt; go I am from the West End I will shank her ass… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; Joe hearing that as he is on his way out the door comes back and say did she say shank? I said yes. He said “shank as in to stab or jug” I say yes… he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I am out of here. So we get outside and Odessa has pulled her car around to the front and her face is greased up and she has taken off her shoes. Barbara Ann then gives Lilly Jane her earrings and then she walks up to Odessa and grabs her wrist. Odessa then runs off and jumps in her car and speeds off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home(it took 15 minutes) there was a Marshall at my door with a subpoena to appear in court for tomorrow. It read Odessa Jones vs. Barbara Ann Swoops. I am like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.. So I go to court this morning there is Odessa with black mac make up around her eye with her wrist in a sling. On the other side was Barbara Ann. Odessa has filed suit alleging Barbara Ann broke her wrist and she has to have it replaced. Because Odessa does real paralegal work she was able to prove that Barbara Ann really did insult her and now Shelley I mean Barbara Ann has to sell her house to pay for Denise I mean Odessa medical bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was able to have cheesecake on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-567416346128715718?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/567416346128715718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=567416346128715718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/567416346128715718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/567416346128715718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/01/1881.html' title='1.8.81'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-2235761002234931693</id><published>2009-01-05T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:01:34.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OK Life</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with a friend of mine tonight about guys in Atlanta. He could not understand why people he has dated are so complacent. An example he gave was a date to the movies and how the other person stated they did not have the funds for that. He thought to himself you don't have 10 dollars? Which under some circumstances we both agreed you may not have money however why is that always the case? This applies to all aspects of life not just finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our conversation, of course I started to think why do we become so complacent in life? What makes us stop striving for more? Automatic repetitive behavior is what the brain is designed for. Complacency is not the result of apathy, carelessness or a flaw in your personality its just the way we as humans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can start giving daily attention to your needs and desires. We all have desires and those desires require you to step box and picture where you want to be. Never settle for an OK life. Always strive for your best life yet. Remember a business plan without a strategy is just a wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-2235761002234931693?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/2235761002234931693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=2235761002234931693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2235761002234931693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2235761002234931693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-life.html' title='The OK Life'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1027090873303130650</id><published>2008-12-30T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:49:25.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>子 to 丑</title><content type='html'>2008 was the year of the Rat according to the Chinese Zodiac. When I think about rats a few things come to mind: rodents, betrayal, disease, experimentation, dirtiness. Needless to say it was one of my worst years ever. The year included death, devastation, divorce, drama, in that exact order. Starting with the burial of my great grandmother ending with drama between a friend and I. My thoughts about rats proved to be true in 2008. The year taught me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rodents are all around you tread lightly, in an attempt not to crush them. Be careful when inviting them into your space often times they multiply. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Betrayal comes when you least expect it. Although its unfortunate, I have learned to keep my security level at "blue" (guarded) and to never have a problem elevating when disaster arises. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disease enters your life with an attempt take over and destroy who you are. Don't believe everything placed before you, doctors are not always right research yourself. A cure can be 14 days away as in my case. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiments are a great way to determine what you can and cant deal with. Experiment often but watch out for rodents and betrayal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirt is an adjective used to describe things soiled; foul; unclean. I laugh at this one because often times people wearing dirty clothes attempted to help me clean my laundry. You then learn to never take advice from those in the same boat, but listen to those already ashore. Otherwise you will never reach the dock. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Every time you suppress some part of yourself or allow others to play you small, you are in essence ignoring the owner's manual your creator gave you and destroying your design." (O.W.)As I move into the year of the Ox, the Rat has made me stronger, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knowledgable&lt;/span&gt;, and I have become my greatest asset. This year to thy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ownself&lt;/span&gt;, I will be true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1027090873303130650?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1027090873303130650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1027090873303130650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1027090873303130650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1027090873303130650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/to.html' title='子 to 丑'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-2780062585004893104</id><published>2008-12-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:44:27.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grind</title><content type='html'>1:03 am. Its hard and I think you feel the heat pulsating from it as its pressed against your firm back side. Holding you in my arms from behind I began to feel your arousal. You turn to me kissing me softly yet intensely, I slowly move my hands down your well defined back into your red underwear. Feeling the firmness of your body I can not help but to become more aroused as I turn you over and pull them off. Running my tongue down your body, I hear you moaning in pleasure reaching for me and telling me not to stop. I wrap my arms around your legs and raise you up on all four's as I press my face into your body then turn you back over. Sliding between your toned thighs, I began to lick you from your erection to your neck. As you turn towards me wrapping your thighs around me we lightly start to stroke. We moan in one another mouth as we continue kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the kiss, I began to nibble along your nipples. In complete darkness I am able to feel how beautifully formed, your entire body is. I continued kissing down your body, and licking your abs. I could feel your arousal tremble in my hand. Down on my knees, I kiss the head of your arousal. You moaned again as I opened my mouth and pushed your arousal through my lips. I loved the taste and the smoothness of the area surrounding it you pushed more into my mouth, ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my time, not wanting to rush anything, wanting you to enjoy what I was doing, I slip 2 fingers inside you. As you whisper "I love when you do that to me..." turning me on even more I begin to bob my head up and down while I push my fingers in and out of you. Massaging your full balls in my hand, you moaned out loud. You raised my head up so that I may kiss you as you are laying me on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to run your tongue down my firm body until you reach my freshly shaved arousal. You start sucking me deep reaching around to grab my cheeks you pull me even closer. As I began moaning you turn me over and put your tongue inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet, you slide your arousal inside of me as I tremble going from all fours to laying flat on the bed. You begin to catch your rhythm as I enjoy you inside of me we both begin to moan. Stroke after stroke moan after moan we decide to change positions. I get behind you and start massaging your cheeks I slide inside you I could not believe what he had been missing out on. After a few strokes with me inside you, you turn over to lay on your back. Spreading your legs even in the dark I can not help but notice the arch in your toes as we rock back and forth listing at my headboard tap against the wall. As I pull you closer to me, I start to whisper into your ear and remind you of how good your body feels wrapped around me. Asking you to ride me, we turn over as you get on top I cant help but be reminded of how firm your cheeks feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are on top of me, I begin to feel the wetness coming from your arousal as it bounces on my abs. Holding you in my arms we begin a slow bounce up and down. As I try to raise up you push me back down telling me to finish. Not being able to control myself at this point we both start to moan louder and louder as we finish you lean over to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; I say? Its the neighbors below us knocking on their ceiling telling us to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its soft and I think you feel my heart pulsating as its pressed against your firm back. Holding you in my arms I can feel your heart beating too . As we talk and laugh eventually we fall asleep with you in my arms. 2:17am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-2780062585004893104?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/2780062585004893104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=2780062585004893104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2780062585004893104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/2780062585004893104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/knock-knock.html' title='The Grind'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-8373018946489137056</id><published>2008-12-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:32:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas</title><content type='html'>12:55,1:55, 2:55, finally time to board the plane to VA 3 hours later. Upon arrival, DJ rents a shoebox for us to drive to his aunts house where we are staying. It was a rather interesting trip to say the least. Did you know having a driveway in VA is a luxury item? Otherwise you have rocks even on a brand new house. The family had a party which was real nice. Per capital Richmond VA has more gay clubs than Atlanta. I was surprised with an iPhone. I guess sometimes people do listen to me as I am rambling. LOL.. After 3 flight delays we are back in Atl. For me it was a rather quiet Christmas compared to what I am use to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-8373018946489137056?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/8373018946489137056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=8373018946489137056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8373018946489137056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/8373018946489137056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1856093252827513920</id><published>2008-12-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:49:34.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the future still equate the past?</title><content type='html'>As I woke up Sunday morning hung over from two parties the night before, I reach for my phone and start to scroll through it reviewing missed calls, text, etc.... There was one particular which stood out. Taking two aspirin to relieve the headache I am suffering from, I return to my phone to look again. I say to myself "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; is this for real". Around 11 am I get up to start my Sunday, which does not stand out from any other at this point. Handling my needs shower, dressing, etc. , I prepare to go see my uncle for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my visit with Mitchell, the Mario brothers ring tone plays to signify I have a new text message. Picking up my phone, I look... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;" I think again. I respond as I dust the chips off my shirt I subside and decide to take a drive... based on the new message and my response it leads one way. Straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you and I sit in an attempt to keep it light hearted, some how, some way, feelings about the past slid into the conversation. I sit, I listen, I disagree, I listen and I think. Looking outside the window I slowly watch Sunday turn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunnight&lt;/span&gt;. I start to ask myself a series of questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is this all about? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I really in NYC and you're in LA, yet we are in the same room?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does my future still equate my past?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some how I feel empty when I leave, with the above questions still unanswered. We will never be able to move from this cause its not being allowed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often times, individuals need something to hold on to for justification in their lives. How can man be justified if all are under sin? The book of Romans teaches us that justification comes from God not man. If you are continue using man to rationalize the actions of your past, it becomes difficult for you to see a future. At some point we must take accountability for our own actions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave you with this, I am already living for tomorrow, stop living in yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1856093252827513920?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1856093252827513920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1856093252827513920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1856093252827513920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1856093252827513920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-future-still-equate-past.html' title='Does the future still equate the past?'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-6680472070417053664</id><published>2008-12-08T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:49:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>By now the entire nation is aware of the fact that a decisive majority of Californians declared definitively that in their state “marriage” would remain defined in explicitly monogamous, heterosexual terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally obvious to all is the reaction that the successful passage of “Proposition 8” elicited from its left-wing opponents. The gross incivility displayed by the proponents of “same-sex marriage” toward the majority of their fellow residents, and the Mormon Church in particular, is self-condemnatory. But it is the Left’s charge that “Proposition 8” violates the so-called “Church/State separation clause” in the Constitution on which I want to focus here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is no such clause, that the expression “separation of Church and State” originates in and reaches no further than one letter written by Thomas Jefferson, and that our Founding Fathers intended only to insure that America would be devoid of a government sponsored Church are facts easily verified. Even the Left knows this. And this is the point: for all of their Constitutionally-charged rhetoric, leftists, or at least militant leftists, care not a lick about whether religion per se fuses with politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/27652443#27652443" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="339"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.msnbcLinks {font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;} .msnbcLinks a {text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px;} .msnbcLinks a:link, .msnbcLinks a:visited {color: #5799db !important;} .msnbcLinks a:hover, .msnbcLinks a:active {color:#CC0000 !important;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="msnbcLinks"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-6680472070417053664?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/6680472070417053664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=6680472070417053664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6680472070417053664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/6680472070417053664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/eight.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-4793169514563447102</id><published>2008-12-06T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:28:50.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you want this right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well let me explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is who I am, this is what I do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me explain my truth to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am presenting myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you no lie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth was what you wanted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no alibi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said you wanted this right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; become defensive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just providing the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although its hard for you to understand what else should I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am following your request&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Telling what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By your response I am starting to think you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you never wanted this you should have said such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It appears me being honest for you is way way too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honesty has made you afraid of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-4793169514563447102?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/4793169514563447102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=4793169514563447102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4793169514563447102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4793169514563447102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/honestly.html' title='Honestly?'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-4135873473370116376</id><published>2008-12-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:59:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry EX Must.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SUkzmIZw0NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VgYQIoNv3Ic/s1600-h/IMGP0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280808768252203218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SUkzmIZw0NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VgYQIoNv3Ic/s320/IMGP0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is the first year in 6 years that I am spending Christmas without my EX. On Monday, as I helped Trevor put up his Christmas trees in his house and office. I found myself a bit depressed because normally MJ and I would be in talks about our Christmas colors preparing our Christmas cards and preparing to go to Home Depot to "get" our Christmas tree. Yes I said GET, we both believed that trees are free so why pay for them. We would just pick one out and put it on top of his sister SUV (while getting one for her too) and ride out. The past 2 years we had 12 to 14 ft trees. Last year it was so big it was sliding off the top of her car. LOL.... good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will not get a tree. Dominique has asked me to go to VA/DC area with him for the holiday so I agreed. I think I will have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ will be missed this year but….. Christmas and life are j&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SUkztX2S_rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N4-GR7oegeQ/s1600-h/IMGP0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust alike they must go on…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-4135873473370116376?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/4135873473370116376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=4135873473370116376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4135873473370116376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/4135873473370116376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-ex-must.html' title='Merry EX Must.....'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SUkzmIZw0NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VgYQIoNv3Ic/s72-c/IMGP0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1053698417414515077</id><published>2008-12-03T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:01:18.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bayou Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanks BTR Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/SUXiqDCoQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/OBsIpshWoSE/s1600-h/me+and+them.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I took a friend of mine home with me too meet the family…… Boy what an experience, as it always is. I had a great time!!! He said he had a good time but since he shows no real emotion I cannot tell you. My teenage sister advised him that he was not going to make it through the weekend if he did not speak up now and speak more often. She pegged him the first night and it was so funny to me. My family is a loud, to the point and very emotional. Let’s just say we like to have a good time. Thursday was full of laughs sometimes almost in tears…. My grandmother asked me “so why does a good looking young man like yourself want to wear your hair like that? I told her “it has not stopped me from getting a man”. She laughed as my father shook his head as to say OMG my son is a real live fag!!!! My aunt Dina was her normal self drunk for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all packed up for the weekend and headed to New Orleans for the Bayou Classic, Friday I got so drunk. I had a heated discussion with my father and went back to my hotel. Saturday we went to the game my friend Shelley and her husband Elgin drove down from ATL to spend the holiday and weekend in N.O. and they went to the game with us (30 folks). Although Southern lost the game and I lost my voice from being the section 131 cheer captain it was still a bunch of fun. Sunday it was all over and time for the drive back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an intense yet relaxing time…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1053698417414515077?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1053698417414515077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1053698417414515077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1053698417414515077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1053698417414515077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-btr-giving.html' title='Thanks BTR Giving'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-67775426048975074</id><published>2008-12-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:29:15.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gm'/><title type='text'>Where spoken classism "Leafs" you.....</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago I was on the elevator heading to my office. Two men who apparently worked for the same company (I could tell by name tags) were on the ride with me. One turns to the other and asks "how was your weekend" he advised it was spent raking the leaves in his yard for 5 hours on Saturday. The other guy said "geez I could not imagine raking my yard, I write a big check 3 times a year for that" The other guy said "wow that must be nice to be able to do." I smiled and shook my head, it was apparent the 2 guys were worlds apart in salary by tone, appearance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking about the Big 3 CEO's who decided to show up to capital hill, in great style (jets) and how some things are just not though about when you consider yourself to be in a different "class". Things like what is appropriate to say, what is appropriate to do and how inappropriate measures can be your downfall. A great example is the hand out those executives were seeking when they were not taking the necessary steps to protect their companies from bankruptcy. Jets, massive salaries, terrible products, are some things that can be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, what I have found is as my friend Shelley said "a fool and their money will soon part”. Don’t get me wrong the way you choose to celebrate your success is your business, however when you involve the lives of others, you should consider your actions. I have not been the poster child for non arrogant behavior myself but something should never be said. Don’t fly to me for a hand out in your jet. Don’t mention to your co-workers what you can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this economy we should all be a little more careful what we choose to spend our money on. Those of us, who choose not to be more careful may be raking leaves as a job, while those who once raked them as a past time will be writing fat checks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-67775426048975074?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/67775426048975074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=67775426048975074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/67775426048975074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/67775426048975074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-spoken-classism-leafs-you.html' title='Where spoken classism &quot;Leafs&quot; you.....'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-9056746380504854793</id><published>2008-11-23T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:05:12.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noche'/><title type='text'>NOT CHO Date</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Noche with a friend of mine. He and I were having a conversation about dating and the people we were dating. While sitting at the bar there was a slender, young, rather pretty, white lady sitting next to us. She could not help but over hear our conversation as if she was eager to join in. Me being the person I am, I turn to her and ask about dating. The question I asked was "Do you think you can date multiple people at one time?" She smiled and replied with a "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on her flood gate (mouth) opened and we could not get her to shut the hell up. Since I don't know her name, for the purpose of this entry we will call her Munkeisha. ;-)~ She goes on to tell us that eventually you will have to choose your path. One of the best ways to make that decision is by deciding who you prefer to call when you get off a flight, home from work, when something good happens. Further, Munkeisha went on to say she unlike a few of her friends do not think dating someone consist of going on 1 are 2 dates. She used her friend sitting two seats down as an example. If he goes on a few dates with someone he will say "yeah I dated her". Myself, like Munkeisha feels the same way, that’s not dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually dating someone takes time, energy and effort. What I have found is that when I mention the word dating to someone I am dating they consider it to be a relationship. Why is that? Does everyone in this city feel the need to be in a relationship? I don't think I need to be in one. Considering that I have just gotten out of one that lasted 6 years. Another relationship is the last thing on my list for 2008 and/or prolly 2009. I left there thinking about what Munkeisha told us and decided that of the people I am dating I don’t really have to call any of them first. So am I dating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-9056746380504854793?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/9056746380504854793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=9056746380504854793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/9056746380504854793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/9056746380504854793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-cho-date.html' title='NOT CHO Date'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-816903809028006848</id><published>2008-11-22T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:46:17.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Month Evolution Rule</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had a conversation with a friend of mine who gave me some great advice. He advised me that in life you should "never find yourself six months from now where you were six months ago". As I thought about it, I found it to be applicable to every aspect of life. Often times I found myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complacent&lt;/span&gt; in my career, relationships, etc. I found that once I actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strive&lt;/span&gt; for more and set my expectations higher. Things around me changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is one of the greatest parts of life. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;individuals&lt;/span&gt; we evolve from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conception&lt;/span&gt;. Once you stop evolving essentially you stop living. You typically find that through evolution you out grow "friends", jobs, situations and learn from circumstances. As I have grown and as circumstances in my life have changed I find that "everyone and everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; for everybody. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CBG&lt;/span&gt; I decided to set a lifetime goal to not be six months from now where I was six months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-816903809028006848?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/816903809028006848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=816903809028006848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/816903809028006848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/816903809028006848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-month-evolution-rule.html' title='The Six Month Evolution Rule'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758760806306882191.post-1187856463798564852</id><published>2008-11-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:47:21.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Upside and Downturn</title><content type='html'>As I walked through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; Airport a few weeks prior to the election I heard several airport workers discussing the debate from the previous night (10/15) in grave detail. I am amazed at how many of us on all economic levels are paying attention to what is going on. Never in my life had I heard black folks discussing politics in as much depth as I have over the past year. Which is the upside of us having a black man as president elect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downturn is our economy is in such a bad state, I hate that we as a country will not relish in wealth with a black man as president. We are in a term of gridlock and unfortunately our next president will get more heat in his first year alone than Bush has received his entire term. Blacks will be seeking relief from Obama while Whites and others will scrutinize for everything he does including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wiping&lt;/span&gt; his ass. How do we find a medium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion its simple. I think we must keep the momentum going after Obama becomes president. By that I mean this, it’s imperative that we encourage the people above to make sure they are involved on a local political level and not just vote every 4 years. We must "shore" up our families and friends and make sure they understand the most significant impacts come on the local level. Examples to give are local property taxes sales tax parks and street improvement etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put you don't deal with your corporate CEO on a daily basis you deal with your directors and/or manager. Its important that we make sure our Councilman, Senators, Congressman, Mayors and Governors (managers/directors) are doing what’s required to improve our lives. Then effectively we can allow those individuals to pass our message on to the President (CEO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue at the pace we are going we can have a upside turn around to the downside of our current position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758760806306882191-1187856463798564852?l=d12informu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/feeds/1187856463798564852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758760806306882191&amp;postID=1187856463798564852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1187856463798564852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758760806306882191/posts/default/1187856463798564852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d12informu.blogspot.com/2008/11/political-upside-and-downturn.html' title='Political Upside and Downturn'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839834863839591507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUGHwaveJkw/S4tD5TmVVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mzAW_giSebk/S220/Picture+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
