<?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-8839649</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:41.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNEYS TO THE EDGE OF REASON </title><subtitle type='html'>WORDS TO LIVE BY:
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LOVE IS NOT THE DIEING MOAN OF A DISTANT VIOLIN-IT IS THE TRIUMPHANT TWANG OF A BEDSPRING! - SJ PERELMAN

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THERE IS IN THIS WORLD NO SUCH FORCE AS THE FORCE OF A MAN DETERMINED TO RISE - W.E.B. DuBois
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IT' ONE THING FOR THE WORLD TO SHIT ON YOU, IT'S ANOTHER THING TO SIT THERE WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN 
-REX VENOM
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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-115031754792997174</id><published>2006-06-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:39:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2686/619/1600/kd_5[1].26.06_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2686/619/320/kd_5%5B1%5D.26.06_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Birthday has come and gone. I can't believe I'm a grown ass woman, still feel and act like a kid which is good they say the secrect to life is to stay young at heart. Mind you my friends aunt just passed away at 107 and her secret was to keep living, so between the two I should come out in top. I'm adjusting well to Atlanta and the whole southern way of life, it is alot slower and alot more friendly down here than other places, although if you drive 50 miles in any direction outside metro Atlanta you would swear you went back in time to the 1950's, I still can't get used to the open display of the conferderate flag mind you probably never will. I do miss California though, I would kill for the following:&lt;br /&gt;Jamba Juice (Orange Dream Machine),Baja Fresh, a Panini from Safeway,an Its Its, and a Burrito from the bomb ass burrito spot on 3rd in Frisco, either and In and Out or Nations burger,oh and I can't forget Fridays with Simon Gilligham my four legged friend. If anyone can facilitate I would be greatly in debt to.&lt;br /&gt;I would say I'm in phase II of my life, I'm 30 something, back in the dating world, getting more comfortable in my skin and really getting to know me, It's been an interesting ride. The rules of dating have changed a whole lot, I don't understand where men have been given this power to act like they are doing us a favor by taking us out (or maybe it's just the ones I seem to go out with), or that we need to adjust our lives to fit theres. Ladies we need to stop going out of our way for these men, stop auditioning for &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; and make them show &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; something!! I swear I am already prepared to start collecting cats in lew of men, or we could do like the Amazons and use them solely for breeding purposes only and then cage them back up when we are done, they'd really appreciate us then!! I am really having a hard time finding someone I really click with that isn't expecting me to walk on broken glass just to sit on thier couch and watch tv. The wierd thing is if I am mean to men they love it if I am kind they seem to take it as weakness, I don't know but being solo seems to be the best answer. Gentlemen, us ladies are not that hard to keep happy and remember the happier we are the happier you are, it's not rocket science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-115031754792997174?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/115031754792997174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=115031754792997174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/115031754792997174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/115031754792997174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2006/06/phase-ii.html' title='Phase II'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-113151690601051679</id><published>2005-11-09T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:15:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Passion??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been thinking about passion lately, not just romantic or sexual but all passion in general. Passion for love, Passion for life, Passion for others, Passion for Ourselves, when did that go? When we are children that is all we have, we are passionate about what is new, every experience encompasses excitement. We loved our parents unconditionally, going out to play was mind blowing, we knew we'd see the neighborhood kids out in the front and at that point we felt so passionate about the idea of being out there. Even the schoolyard arguments were passion driven. When did we loose this? I can remember as a child I wanted to be either an actress or a lawyer from the age of 5 to 15 or so that was my passion, now at 31, I'm having to find that passion again to find out what really makes my soul feel good. I've been trying to think back to when I lost it, I don't even remember, as a matter of fact I don't even remember what that passion felt like. I really wish I could just let go and really feel like that again, and allow it to flow into all aspects of my life, from work to love to my interaction with my friends. We've become so fixated on all of the things that are wrong, we don't even notice what is right. Is it our parents who tell us, "You can't be an actress that's not going to put food on the table". Is it part of our personality? Is it something learned from our environment? Or is it that we as human beings love to have things to complain about so we make our lives a burden rather than a gift. For those of us who have lost our passion, how do we get it back? Is it a matter of reaquainting ourselves with ourselves, making the decision that instead of pointing out what is wrong with us we will point out what is right? How freeing it must be to be able to look at and love ourselves with Passion, if one can look at themselves in this way wouldn't it change how we operated in life? How we valued our lives and the lives of others? There is a saying I came across that really sparked this thought (it may not be an exact quote, but you get the picture):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Love like you have never been hurt, and dance like there is no one in the room'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Do You Find Your Passion Again??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-113151690601051679?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/113151690601051679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=113151690601051679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/113151690601051679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/113151690601051679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-happened-to-passion.html' title='What happened to Passion??'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-113060112128536080</id><published>2005-10-29T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:52:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2686/619/1600/10-20-05%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2686/619/320/10-20-05%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realize it's coming up on a year since I last posted, sooo much has happened. I'm in the process of a divorce (Yeah!!), drove across the country with my best friend, moved to Atlanta, GA (Interesting Place), going back to school (A mind is a terrible thing to waste), my step-mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and is now cancer free (Give thanks), and I'm developing my own clothing line, (well just t-shirts for now but who knows!) 2004/2005 has certainly been a very emotional period for me and I hate to say it but I'm ready to welcome 2006, my outlook for this coming year is a whole lot brighter, although I said 2005 was my year. I guess it some way it was, one of the things I will definitely suggest to all those whose eyes may pass this blog, read the book ' The Power of Now' by Eckert Tolle, it will change how you look at your life. We spend too much time worrying about what happened in the past and what we are going to do in the future that we miss what is happening right now. That is how you really get the best out of life, enjoy what is going on right now. GET THE BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lady Candyass Sharkbite (aka 'Lead Belly'), check out your 9/29/04 blog entry when you miss me! I had looked back to the pics of Simon when he was still a baby (awww !!) My little boy is growing up! sniff, sniff. Can't wait to see the new addition, I guess your cat to room ratio is still under the limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-113060112128536080?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/113060112128536080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=113060112128536080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/113060112128536080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/113060112128536080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK !'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110857980213348617</id><published>2005-02-16T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:50:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORST/ DUMBEST PRESIDENT EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN THE LEADER OF THE "FREE WORLD" REALLY BE THIS STUPID? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;APPARENTLY SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BET.com Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Posted Feb. 16, 2005 -- Last week, at a forum in Tampa, Fla., a woman asked President George Bush how allowing citizens to set up private accounts would keep Social Security out of the red.&lt;br /&gt;Following is the president's response -- &lt;strong&gt;verbatim.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the -- all which is on the table begins to address the big cost drivers. For example, how benefits are calculate, for example, is on the table; whether or not benefits rise based upon wage increases or price increases. There's a series of parts of the formula that are being considered. And when you couple that, those different cost drivers, affecting those -- changing those with personal accounts, the idea is to get what has been promised more likely to be -- or closer delivered to what has been promised.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make any sense to you? It's kind of muddled. Look, there's a series of things that cause the -- like, for example, benefits are calculated based upon the increase of wages, as opposed to the increase of prices. Some have suggested that we calculate -- the benefits will rise based upon inflation, as opposed to wage increases. There is a reform that would help solve the red if that were put into effect. In other words, how fast benefits grow, how fast the promised benefits grow, if those -- if that growth is affected, it will help on the red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110857980213348617?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110857980213348617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110857980213348617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110857980213348617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110857980213348617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/02/worst-dumbest-president-ever.html' title='THE WORST/ DUMBEST PRESIDENT EVER'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110851312150537693</id><published>2005-02-15T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:18:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPOLEON DYNAMITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I KNOW I' LATE BUT I JUST SAW THE MOVIE THE OTHER DAY....LOVED IT!!!! MY FRIEND AT WORK GAVE ME THIS LINK FOR ALL THE DIE HARDS OUT THERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/news/2005-01-20.napoleon.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/news/2005-01-20.napoleon.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND YES I'M JEALOUS SHE GOT TO WATCH IT WITH COMMENTARY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110851312150537693?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110851312150537693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110851312150537693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110851312150537693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110851312150537693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/02/napoleon-dynamite.html' title='NAPOLEON DYNAMITE'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110815798238691633</id><published>2005-02-11T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:39:42.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM ANALYSIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I HOPE THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO ANALYZE DREAMS THAT MAY COME ACROSS THIS, I HAD THREE REALLY STRANGE DREAMS LAST NIGHT THAT I AM REALLY CURIOUS ABOUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) WAS AT SOME KIND OF AWARDS / CONCERT SHOW AND WAS WATCHING GINUWINE AND HIS RAPPER WIFE SOLE SING TO ALL THE GIRLS I'VE LOVED BEFORE IN A SONNY &amp; CHER TYPE SHOW. THEY WERE BOTH DRESSED IN SHINY BLUEISH SILVEISH LAME OUTFITS, GINUWINE WAS ON THE STAGE FIRST AND SOLE MADE HER ENTRANCE DOWN A LONG FLIGHT OF STEEP STAIRS, NEEDLESS TO SAY SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AND WAS KNOCKED OUT. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE AUDIENCE YELLED OUT "YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!" JUST LIKE SMOKEY IN FRIDAY. THEN I WENT INTO DREAM @2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) I WAS SITTING AT HOME WATCHING PORN (WHICH I DON'T DO, I FIND IT GROSS) AND THE TWO PEOPLE INVOLVED WERE SOME GUY AND ONE OF MY CO-WORKERS. ANYWAYS I REMEMBER THINKING WHY IS SHE ON THE PORN? SO I GOT UP TO GO TO ANOTHER ROOM, OPEND THE DOOR AND THE MOVIE BECAME REAL AND THE GUY AND MY CO-WORKER WERE IN MY LIVING ROOM STILL DOING THIER THING. MY CO-WORKER LOOKS UP AND SAYS "I'LL JUST BE A MINUTE." MY RESPONSE IS "OKAY" AND I WALK INTO ANOTHER ROOM. ABOUT 5 MINUTES LATER SHE COMES IN FULLY DRESSED IN WORK CLOTHES AND SAYS "OKAY I'M GOING TO GO CATCH THE BUS TO WORK I'LL SEE YOU AT THE OFFICE." AND REALLY WALKED OUT TO THE BUS STOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOW MY CO-WORKER IS A MOTHER OF TWO TEENS, GOES TO CHURCH NOT EXACTLY A PORN POSTER CHILD. WHEN I TOLD HER THIS MORNING AT WORK SHE THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS. I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW I CONNECTED HER AND PORN.......WIERD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO IF ANYONE COMES ACROSS THIS AND ANALYZES DREAMS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE A COMMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110815798238691633?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110815798238691633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110815798238691633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110815798238691633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110815798238691633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream-analysis.html' title='DREAM ANALYSIS'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110555821326022373</id><published>2005-01-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:30:13.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISED...NOT REALLY</title><content type='html'>Are we really surprized by this? Didn't investigators tell the Oompaloompa oops, I mean, Bush that they could not find any evidence of WMD's before the war started? Didn't the "Wee Man" say he didn't care what they said he's going in anyway? So, why even admit to what the rest of the world already knows, this war is a fucking joke, thousands of innocent people have died on both sides, families ruined, lives ruined, very Vietnam-ish. I always wonder how this man can claim to be a Christian, and sanction war? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4169107.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4169107.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110555821326022373?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110555821326022373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110555821326022373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110555821326022373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110555821326022373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/01/surprisednot-really.html' title='SURPRISED...NOT REALLY'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110497012938830001</id><published>2005-01-05T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:08:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Levels</title><content type='html'>Well to start this off... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;For my Fellow Canadians..."Have a Good One,Eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays were okay, quiet and I didn't even get drunk. It seems the older I am getting the less alcohol I can take ( a tear is slowly rolling down my face) :o( I used to put all others to shame, now by the third drink I'm asleep!! Maybe it's like riding a bike, you can never forget how to do it, you just need practice....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I was shaving my legs in the shower the other day, and realized that personal hygene is a good way to see how comfortable both are in the relationship. This made me think back to when My Husband and I first started dating, I never had any hair where I wasn't supposed to. Religiously I went through the process, shaving cream, razor, non-slip place to prop my various part on to get a good look, I did this everyday (just in case). But now I realize I can go a long time before I even realize I need to shave, when my Husband will point out my legs are almost as hairy as his, or the occasional brush fire that starts in my bed from all the friction of my beastly legs rubbing against the sheets. So for any guys that may read this, you can always tell how comfortable your lady is with you by how often she shaves (unless she's a stripper then she should be hair free always)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 IS MY YEAR BITCHES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Does anyone know when the next season of Chapelle's Show is going to start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110497012938830001?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110497012938830001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110497012938830001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110497012938830001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110497012938830001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2005/01/comfort-levels.html' title='Comfort Levels'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110427795761691392</id><published>2004-12-28T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:54:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH...THE SIMPLICITY THAT IS MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS ONE'S FOR YOU BOYS........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rules That Guys Wish Women Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to work the toilet seat. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut your hair. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of your cat.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = Sports&lt;br /&gt;Anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Women wearing wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.&lt;br /&gt;You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work.&lt;br /&gt;Mark anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and No are perfectly acceptable answers.&lt;br /&gt;A headache for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived.&lt;br /&gt;Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?&lt;br /&gt;Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.&lt;br /&gt;You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done - Not both.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;You have enough clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says, "I love you," like sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110427795761691392?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110427795761691392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110427795761691392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110427795761691392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110427795761691392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhhthe-simplicity-that-is-man.html' title='AHHH...THE SIMPLICITY THAT IS MAN'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110375997344857575</id><published>2004-12-22T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:59:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a delicious lunch with Lady Candyass Sharkbite today, we went to BOBO Cafe great litte Vietnamese spot, after we ate, we were given fortune cookies, and I do have to say for the first time in my life, it is correct. Here is what it said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' RARELY DO GREAT BEAUTY AND GREAT VIRTUE DWELL TOGETHER AS THEY DO IN YOU '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO IT'S OFFICIAL, I AM THE SHIZNIT BITCHES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On another note, my dog Mamas had puppies, 5 died but 5 are okay. The first born died, and the last 4 didn't make it to her birth canal. I know birth is a miracle, but couldn't miracles come self-cleaning? Maybe a bottle of bleach or Pine Sol included? It is a nasty process, mushy stuff, stinky stuff, sticky stuff, green stuff, blue stuff, red fish, blue fish. I still hold the puppies with rubber gloves, I wanted to bathe them, but found out we can't. Maybe my dog doesn't have good cleaning skills although she licks the hell outta her ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas is coming up....Baa Humbug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110375997344857575?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110375997344857575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110375997344857575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110375997344857575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110375997344857575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/12/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110306589262686805</id><published>2004-12-14T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T15:11:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jester for the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have decided through all the bullshit I have been through in my life, from working shit jobs to support myself as a teenager, to living in basement apartments, to a not-so- well thought out move to the U.S, to a not-so thought out marriage, to...MY CAR BEING STOLEN!!!Now this is not a pity party for myself, it is my own personl vent. I really believe now more than ever, my meaning in life is to amuse the higher powers. I have figured out I am the amusement for the Universe! I can see it now.."Hey let's stress her out just a bit more, this may be the one!" I really believe there is a movie theatre that the most high sits in and amuses herself, with my plights in life. I swear if I hear "We are never given more than we can handle in life" one more time I'm going to have a BF (Bitch Fit for those who have not seen White Chicks)! Not to mention, I'm PMSing, And now have to deal with a dumb ass insurance adjuster who asks things like " Do you think you Husband would take it" or my personal favourite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" When you went to the store were you alone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Where was the store?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Madison &amp; Hazel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What did you buy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Chips and Soda" ( In a confused what the hell kind of question voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How did you pay for it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ma'am, what does that have to do with my car being stolen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Im trying to set up a timeline"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"OH-Okay....I paid with Cash"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the hell??? I guess I should have gone into detail of my every move. Hoepfully all works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a lighter note......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rex Venom left me another comment on my blog, (some of you may think I"m wierd but I figured Lady Candyass Sharkbite was the only other person who read my blog) so for you Rex, I think Ellen is cool, and am flattered your friend likes my Journey's to the edge of reason. By the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;REX VENOM ROCKS BITHCES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110306589262686805?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110306589262686805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110306589262686805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110306589262686805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110306589262686805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/12/jester-for-universe.html' title='Jester for the Universe'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110253365740650312</id><published>2004-12-08T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:27:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE LADIES (Not to Man Bash, but to keep it REAL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;2.Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. 3.Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;4.Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;5 .Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;6. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;7.If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;8.Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;11.The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;12 .Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;13. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;14 . Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;15. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;16. You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;19. Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;20. Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;21. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;22.A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;23 .All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;24. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt;25.You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;26. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;27.Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;28. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;29.Never move into his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;30.Never co-sign for a man. (Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!)&lt;br /&gt;31.Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ANSWERED YES TO 5 OR MORE PLEASE FORWARD THE LETTER BELOW TO THE MAN IN QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear ________, I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as Mr. Right. As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition.&lt;br /&gt;(Check those that apply...)&lt;br /&gt;___ Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.&lt;br /&gt;___ Your first name is objectionable. It's just not something I can picture myself yelling out in a fit of passion.&lt;br /&gt;___ The fact that our dining experiences to date has left MY wallet a little lighter, and YOUR pants a little tighter!&lt;br /&gt;___ Your inadvertent admission that you "buy condoms by the truckload" indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.&lt;br /&gt;___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me more than one about myself.&lt;br /&gt;___ Your legs are skinnier than mine.&lt;br /&gt;___ You're too short. Any son that we produced would inevitably be beaten up repeatedly at recess.&lt;br /&gt;___ You're too tall. I'm developing a chronic neck condition from trying to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;___ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;___ The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___ You still live with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;___ Although I do enjoy the X-Files, I find your wardrobe of Star Trek uniforms a little disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;___ Your frequent references to your ex-girlfriend lead me to suspect that you are some sort of psychotic stalker.&lt;br /&gt;___ Your ability to belch the alphabet is not a trait that I am seeking in a long-term partner.&lt;br /&gt;___ Your height is out of proportion to your weight. If you should however, happen to gain the necessary 17 vertical inches, please resubmit your application.&lt;br /&gt;___ Somehow I doubt those condoms I found in your overnight bag were really necessary for a successful business trip.&lt;br /&gt;___ I am out of your league, set your sights lower next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, ______________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110253365740650312?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110253365740650312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110253365740650312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110253365740650312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110253365740650312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-ladies-not-to-man-bash-but-to-keep.html' title='FOR THE LADIES (Not to Man Bash, but to keep it REAL)'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110201558020006588</id><published>2004-12-02T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:26:20.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Babes (And I don't mean Hot Chicks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Children always remind us of what is important, here are some 4 - 8 year old kids idea of what Love is, we Adults should really take the time to enjoy love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her&lt;br /&gt;toenails anymore. So my grandpa does it for her now all the time, even&lt;br /&gt;when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;Billy- age 4&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving Cologne&lt;br /&gt;and they go out and smell each other.&lt;br /&gt;Kari- age 5&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French&lt;br /&gt;Fries without making them give you any of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy- age 6&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;Terri- age 4&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip&lt;br /&gt;giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.&lt;br /&gt;Danny- age 7&lt;br /&gt;******************************** *************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of&lt;br /&gt;kissing,&lt;br /&gt;you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;like that. They look gross when they kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Emily- age 8&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening&lt;br /&gt;presents and listen.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby- age 7 (wow!)&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Noelle- age 7&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still&lt;br /&gt;friends even after they know each other so well.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy- age 6&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;During my piano recital, I was on stage and I was scared. I looked at&lt;br /&gt;all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was&lt;br /&gt;the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy- age 8&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing&lt;br /&gt;me to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Clare- age 6&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine- age 5&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is&lt;br /&gt;handsomer than Robert Redford.&lt;br /&gt;Chris- age 7&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone&lt;br /&gt;all day.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann- age 4&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars&lt;br /&gt;come out of you.&lt;br /&gt;Karen- age 7&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and doesn't think it's&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;br /&gt;Mark- age 6&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;You really shouldn't say "I LOVE YOU" unless you mean it. But if&lt;br /&gt;you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica- age 8&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;And the winner was a 4 year old child whose next door neighbor was&lt;br /&gt;an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When the child saw the&lt;br /&gt;man cry, the little boy went over into the man's yard and climbed&lt;br /&gt;on top of the man's lap and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;When the boy's mother asked him what he'd said to the neighbor, the&lt;br /&gt;little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110201558020006588?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110201558020006588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110201558020006588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110201558020006588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110201558020006588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/12/out-of-mouth-of-babes-and-i-dont-mean.html' title='Out of the Mouth of Babes (And I don&apos;t mean Hot Chicks)'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110186150737679393</id><published>2004-11-30T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:38:27.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADIAN WORLD DOMINATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Growing up in Canada, I never realized or appreciated where I was. The last five years of my life, I have really grown to be a Proud Canadian. I have found a site that is truly proud to be Canadian, check this site out and have a good laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwd.ptbcanadian.com"&gt;www.cwd.ptbcanadian.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVA CANADA BITCHES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110186150737679393?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110186150737679393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110186150737679393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110186150737679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110186150737679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/canadian-world-domination.html' title='CANADIAN WORLD DOMINATION!'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110177509909019167</id><published>2004-11-29T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:44:39.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Hate to be THIS famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recently got an email from a friend who sends a plethera of crap via email everyday that had Beyonce in the heading so I thought I'd take a look you can never get enough 'B' (I soon learned you can), I scrolled down the email until I finally got to the picture and it was Ms. Bootylicious herself (sorry Rigster) signing on stage in a denim short - short outfit. I was confused as to what it was I was supposed to be looking at so I replied, " What am I looking at?" The response was "Look she needs to shave her Coochie, blow up the picture and you can see it.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I'm all for a little Voyuerism every now and then, but seriously, if I want an 'in your face' picture of some chick's Cooch, I'll grab a mirror or digital camera an stare at my own. When did being famous include your body parts becoming famous as well? Needless to say I sent a response thanking her for the shirtless pics of Terrell Owens and to keep them coming, but I don't want any female Cooch or Titty shots (unless it's a Paris Hilton type video), "I"ve got my own to oogle over". If I was Beyonce and found out people were not only looking at my personal hygine issues, AND passing it around on the net, I would have to take a LOA from fame... seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110177509909019167?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110177509909019167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110177509909019167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110177509909019167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110177509909019167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/id-hate-to-be-this-famous.html' title='I&apos;d Hate to be THIS famous'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110091224599694696</id><published>2004-11-19T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:59:24.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS BUSH </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I CAME ACROSS THIS BLOG AND REALLY HOPE THOSE WHO MAY STUMBLE ACROSS MY BLOG CHECK OUT WHAT BUSH STANDS FOR, NOT FILTERED THROUGH THE U.S. MEDIA, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT WILL BE UP AS THE WRITER MENTIONED PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SHUT DOWN THE SITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT 51% OF THE POPLULATION VOTED FOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fallujapictures.blogspot.com"&gt;www.fallujapictures.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110091224599694696?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110091224599694696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110091224599694696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110091224599694696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110091224599694696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanks-bush.html' title='THANKS BUSH '/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110082215672725603</id><published>2004-11-18T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:55:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Compete with a Lead Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a very satisfying pot luck lunch at work today that was delicious, it was like a big warm hug on a cold day. Soup, Chili, Salad, Apple Crisp, Sandwiches...mmmmm comfort food (a la Homer Simpson). I have learned today never have an eating competion with a certified "Lead Belly", Karin is my food idol, she loves and eats just about anything including Gourd Soup. If you were to see her you would see you can't look at her and know she eats whatever she wants whenever she wants, and how much she wants, she's hot (a la Paris). Anyways, today I was on a mission to eat as much if not more than her for the first time ever! Well I don't think it worked because after we ate I was going on about how I wouldn't have to eat dinner tonight and she was excited about her second Potluck for today! It's official 'Rigster' you have won the Lead Belly of 2004 award, may you digest with the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110082215672725603?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110082215672725603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110082215672725603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110082215672725603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110082215672725603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/never-compete-with-lead-belly.html' title='Never Compete with a Lead Belly'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-110003098358972195</id><published>2004-11-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:03:50.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM PURGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;FOR THOSE OF US WHO HAVE A WEALTH OF USELESS INFORMATION, QUESTIONS AND OR OPINIONS IN THIER BRAIN, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE NECESSITY TO PURGE YOUR BRAIN AT LEAST ON A MONTHLY BASIS. SO HERE IT GOES, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I HATE WORDPERFECT IT IS THE WORST PROGRAM &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHY DOES ASHANTI HAVE A RECORD DEAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;IS THE BLOG THE LAST RESORT FOR THOSE WHO DREAMED OF HAVING A CAREER AS A WRITER, AND IT DIDN'T WORK OUT? SOME OF THE BLOGS I HAVE READ ARE RIDICULOUS! NOW UNLESS YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO GENERALLY USE LARGE WORDS IN YOUR EVERYDAY CONVERSATION THEN THIS DOESN'T APPLY TO YOU, IF YOU DON'T USE WORDS THAT HAVE 3 OR MORE SYLABLES IN YOUR EVERYDAY CONVERSATION, WHY USE THEM IN YOUR BLOG? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHY IS MARIAH CAREY CRAZY AS HELL, SHE RECENTLY HIRED AN ASSISTANT TO BLOT HER FACE WHILE AT A PARTY FOR $8,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHY IS PARIS HILTON FAMOUS? CAUSE SHE'S HOT (FOR YOU KARIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOW DO YOU CURE ROAD RAGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DID WAS BUSH RE-ELECTED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY ARE BOYS SO SIMPLE, AND WHY DO THEY LOVE PORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I THINK MICHAEL JACKSON NEEDS A HUG (A HUG FROM AN ADULT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHOULDN'T OPRAH BE PRESIDENT? WE'D ALL GET FREE CARS, AND BE VERY LITERATE, OPRAH'S BOOK CLUB WOULD BECOME MANDATORY READING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DO PEOPLE TALK THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE, I JUST WENT TO SEE "SAW" AND WAS SURROUNDED BY TEENS YAKING THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE (NOTE TO SELF, NEVER GO TO THE MOVIES ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I AM A PROUD CANADIAN WHO IS ALWAY PROUD OF THE SUCCESSES OF FELLOW CANDADIANS (SHANIA, AVRIL, BRYAN ADAMS ETC..) BUT I HAVE OFFICIALLY GIVEN CELINE DION TO AMERICA, YOU GUYS CAN CLAIM HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOW DID NELLY DECIDE TO DO A SONG WITH TIM MCGRAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IS LIL' KIM TRYING TO MAKE HERSELF LOOK LIKE A BLACK BLOW UP DOLL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AREN'T WE GLAD WE DON'T HEAR ABOUT J.LO ANYMORE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DO WE CARE JULIA ROBERTS IS HAVING TWINS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY AM I SO FABULOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY IS KARIN SO HOT? ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT IS ONE OF THE FUNNIEST SHOWS I'VE SEEN, CHECK IT OUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DOES ANYONE ELSE WATCH THE HISTORY/DISCOVERY CHANNEL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARE NELLY &amp;amp; JA RULE SINGERS OR RAPPERS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DO OLD PEOPLE DRIVE SLOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO COME TO A COMPLETE STOP TO MAKE A TURN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHY IS MY DOG SO STUPID?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY AM I SECRETLY INFATUATED WITH USHER, HE LOOKS LIKE THE LEAD ACTOR IN "THE GODS MUST BE CRAZY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THAT SHOULD DO IT FOR THIS MONTH, TUNE IN NEXT MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S HOT BITCHES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-110003098358972195?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/110003098358972195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=110003098358972195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110003098358972195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/110003098358972195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-purge.html' title='RANDOM PURGE'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109967698973886712</id><published>2004-11-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:49:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIGHT IS ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a member of the ACLU is quite important to me and I was sent this letter from Anthony Romero the Executive Director of the ACLU I thought it was important enough to share since Bush and his administration has been re-elected, it is more important now than ever to fight for our civil liberties...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Friend,The re-election of George W. Bush, whose administration has shown a profound disregard for fundamental rights, means our work is now more essential than ever.The fact is, without a vigorous, spirited movement for freedom, their unrelenting assault on civil liberties could change the face of our democracy.With you at our side, the ACLU is ready, willing and able to lead that movement.In the months ahead, they will come after our freedoms under cover of the war on terror. They will stage a full-court press in support of their dangerous social issues agenda. With their political opponents weakened and with the knowledge that they will never have to face the voters again, they see a golden opportunity. They won't let it go to waste. We expect them to move rapidly on everything from funding religion to escalating assaults on abortion to outlawing same-sex marriage.Over the past four years, the ACLU and its members have shown that we can be successful defending freedom even in the most inhospitable climate. We have built bipartisan support for challenging the Patriot Act and inspired a chorus of voices questioning many of its damaging provisions. We have challenged the Patriot Act in court and won. We have squelched government programs designed to spy on Americans. We have won legal victories curtailing executive power. We have defeated the first-ever federal abortion ban in court.This fight is far from over. Here at the ACLU we will continue to stand by the values of justice and liberty for all.To put it simply: We refuse to surrender our freedom. I hope you will pledge to do the same.Together we will stay the course, meet all challenges, and beat back every attempt to restrict our civil liberties.Sincerely,Anthony D. RomeroExecutive Director, ACLU P.S. You may have seen our full page advertisement in the New York Times today. This is just the beginning of a bold campaign to protect the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Please go to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.aclu.org/L/www.CivilLibertiesNow.org/index.cfm?MX=1697&amp;H=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.CivilLibertiesNow.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to stay involved with the fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org"&gt;http://www.aclu.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109967698973886712?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109967698973886712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109967698973886712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109967698973886712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109967698973886712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/fight-is-on.html' title='THE FIGHT IS ON'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109952432478414094</id><published>2004-11-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:25:24.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%*&amp;%@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD A NIGHTMARE LAST NIGHT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DREAMED BUSH WAS RE-ELECTED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109952432478414094?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109952432478414094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109952432478414094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109952432478414094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109952432478414094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='@#$%*&amp;%@'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109906994973132099</id><published>2004-10-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:12:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THRILLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am sitting here listening to our Halloween anthem "Thriller" by Michael Jackson (like you didn't know), and began to wonder if I am the only person who actually visualizes the whole video while the song is playing. I'm sure this goes back to my childhood. Let's go back in time for a moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's 1983 and a young girl of 8 stands in her living room in her P.J's, red M.J. Jacket, glitter socks, M.J. doll, and of course "The Glove" (note: if you didn't have the "Glove" you were not a true M.J. fan). She is still half asleep from her Mother waking her up just to watch Friday Night Videos play the Thriller video, this is not the first time she has seen the video, it has been in such high rotation she now knows every dance step, the whole routine, not just M.J's moves but, the back up dancers as well. Many hours were spent mimicking and memorizing each step to perfection. She really thought once M.J. sees my moves, he will definitly marry me ( although Prince will get jealous but that's another story). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would be curious to see how many other kids had the same experience, I know it can't just be me.... well maybe it is. 21 years later (MY GOD!!!!) I can still "Bust a Move" (technical dance term), every step, turn, jump I am right on point. Hey maybe I can be the belle of the party tomorrow, and show the world my talent, I'll clear the floor and give everyone the performance of a lifetime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU DIG IT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109906994973132099?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109906994973132099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109906994973132099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109906994973132099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109906994973132099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/10/thriller.html' title='THRILLER'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109883215287425564</id><published>2004-10-26T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:09:12.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTORIAL SOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've come up with a solution for this years election issues..... Bush and Kerry should have an old skool dance off! Close your eyes and imagine....Bush in a breakaway windbreaker suit with the sweat band chucks and his cardboard in hand for those headspins. Kerry , velour Sean Jean, nikes, the whole nine, picture ALI G. He can bust a move (this is a very technical dance phrase) on Bush stand in his face still frozen in his dancing stance and yell...'YOU GOT SERVED!' Then Bush can bust a move and reply.. "IT'S ON!" and the dance off begins. Whoever busts the best moves  wins the Presidential Election! Easy solution and no more screw ups for Florida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but I would pay any amount to see that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOYAKA BITCHES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109883215287425564?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109883215287425564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109883215287425564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109883215287425564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109883215287425564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/10/electorial-solutions.html' title='ELECTORIAL SOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109874663710492316</id><published>2004-10-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:36:03.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I know I may sound like a lame ass, but setting up my own special place in the net world has been more frustrating than being stuck driving behind a 80 year old in a Caddi!! How the hell do you set up your sideboxes? How do you hide your profile? Should this really be this frustrating?? Well, I gues I'll figure it out with some trial and error (the story of my life). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll share my first revelation of the day with you....I am secretly an Usher groupie. There I've said it, I don't know what it is I try to fight it...but at least 3 nights a week he haunts me in my dreams, well he actually stalks me in my dreams, in my world I am the Alpha and the Omega and everyone wants me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It would be interesting to see what other peoples secret obsessions are, I actually have quite a few that only my Husband knows about (minus the Usher, that would be too much of an issue at my house). Is there like a groupie exorcist I can call beacuse this is actually the least embarassing of my guilty pleasures,or secret obsessions how ever you want to put it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I guess once I figure out how to use this thing, I will be inviting all into the world that is me, and for those of you that know me, it'll be one hell of a ride!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A CELEBRATION BITCHES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109874663710492316?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109874663710492316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109874663710492316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109874663710492316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109874663710492316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/10/what.html' title='WHAT THE??!'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839649.post-109848764786356442</id><published>2004-10-22T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:27:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Rookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah Yes! &lt;strong&gt;Another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rookie Blogger "brought to the light" by my good friend Karin; she has become the blog wrangler enticing all of her "peoples" with the lure of the blog. I always figured why would I want to read about the lives of people I don't even know, but here I am putting my thoughts out in the worldwide net. I'm sure at times people will think I am absolutely insane and others will think I am totally sane but that's the beauty of the blog, no one knows me...yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'M RICH BEYACH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839649-109848764786356442?l=mzbadazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/feeds/109848764786356442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839649&amp;postID=109848764786356442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109848764786356442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839649/posts/default/109848764786356442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzbadazz.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-rookie.html' title='Blog Rookie'/><author><name>Mz.BadAzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10351046780622427951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
