<?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-5829199159515699764</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:17:26.942-05:00</updated><category term='WWaFD'/><category term='Not hard to get Impossible to get'/><category term='Karma and Fruit Juice'/><category term='Big Brother'/><category term='My Sister Shannon'/><category term='Biscuits and Nuts'/><category term='Good and Evil?'/><category term='Sum Sum Summa time'/><category term='What the heck is it with marriage?'/><category term='Superheros and Justices'/><category term='Slacking 101'/><category term='Climate Change'/><category term='Cheyney University in the age of AIDS'/><category term='My birthday and Old Posts'/><category term='I guess you can argue with married'/><category term='Lunch and Cheating'/><category term='Sex and sensibility'/><category term='Single Life'/><title type='text'>Me Me Me and a few of you you you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829199159515699764.post-8900290644145222685</id><published>2010-05-04T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:37:38.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone....</title><content type='html'>Yet again its been forever since I blogged&lt;br /&gt;But I am on the cusp of summer and sooooOOOhhhh looking forward to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-8900290644145222685?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8900290644145222685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8900290644145222685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8900290644145222685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8900290644145222685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone....'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8012514589056539699</id><published>2009-01-19T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:55:23.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The revolution will be televised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't believe it - 2009&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An official congrats &amp;amp; good luck to Mr. Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (sorry won't be in DC - to many people, to much po po - just to see a speck) I'll catch in on cable - I guess the revolution will be televised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2nd - Happy B-day to my sister Jan. 17th (....and me Jan. 5th - gifts accepted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Its time for a personal change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I need to reconnect with myself &amp;amp; the spirit of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've worked my a$$ of this past year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Created an award winning ethno-documentary / I won an award for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Taught 4 classes each semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Took a class each semester, including - the statistics class from he!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;- the professor was sexist, racist and God knows what else. I fully expected him to say "silly girls can't do statistics"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; I did ANOVA's, MANOVA's, MANOCA's, Wilks Lambda's and Discriminant function. (never heard of the above? that's all I need to say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I think I'm suffering some serious burnout and with the start of the semester, I am completely committed to regaining my equilibrium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This semester: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;-Keeping it real(istic) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;-Study for comps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Work out, get my piliates on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-ROP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Writing, publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Relaxing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Volunteering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- OM Film and Arts Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Personal life here I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-8012514589056539699?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8012514589056539699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8012514589056539699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8012514589056539699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8012514589056539699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/revolution-will-be-televised.html' title='The revolution will be televised'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-3179131848803927706</id><published>2008-06-06T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:46:53.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megabus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;New York was GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hit the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schomburg Center for Research on Black Culture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I got an Access card so I can use the collection all summer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then I hit &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hue-Mans Bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Harlem, it was also great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There was a book signing going on, I caught a little of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then I went to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the first Black Woman president of an African country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was fabulous, I got pix and video - maybe I'll post some here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was the  best 50 cents I ever spent!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Totally digg'n Megabus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(It reminded me of the time I spent $5 bux and went to the 5 Spot in Philly - The Roots, Music and Bilal were there for an impromptu jam session)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-3179131848803927706?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3179131848803927706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=3179131848803927706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/3179131848803927706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/3179131848803927706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/06/megabus.html' title='Megabus'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-5391680371402150077</id><published>2008-06-03T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:18:24.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum sum summer time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm giddy with the &lt;em&gt;summertimeness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can't believe its here *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've been enjoying the down time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Starting my summer projects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Work on the office (home) , Work in the office (dissertation), Work on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heading off to NY tomorrow for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm taking the Megabus from Philly to New York my round trip ticket was &lt;strong&gt;50 cents!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(I'll have to blog about how it goes - they may make me hang off the back of a hay wagon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Summer Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Iron Man *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Indian Jones ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wanted ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Get Smart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hankcock0***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hellboy II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-5391680371402150077?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5391680371402150077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=5391680371402150077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/5391680371402150077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/5391680371402150077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/06/sum-sum-summer-time.html' title='Sum sum summer time'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-3267908857047201020</id><published>2008-05-08T00:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:52:21.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Its been forever since I  blogged - that is a testament to how busy my life has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Schools have been crazy - classes, classes, classes - teaching and taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have heard from the "guy with the  girlfriend" but thats for another blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Took moms to Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Became an Auntie (for the 5th time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Suffering a little bit of burn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can't wait for some downtime this summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Yaaaaah*&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/5829199159515699764-3267908857047201020?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3267908857047201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=3267908857047201020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/3267908857047201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/3267908857047201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-1623541192055678116</id><published>2007-07-14T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:42:29.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single Life'/><title type='text'>Single in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've been single for a while - in a way i feel "free", it feels like I'm taking a break, a relationship vacation or a hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta relationships - handful of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one - didn't end so well / so now I find myself single for a significant amount of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was "easy" to remain single - now I think it's just habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The easy part were the terrible dates and etc - Bad dates = easy to be single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There was just one after the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The guy who had known me for three days and decided that entitled him to sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The X who is stuck, he can't seem to move on after graduation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(and he wasn't that great the first time around - and i wish he was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There was the one that lied about having kids when I met him, we were on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i said "what brought you to the city"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he said: "you know to be closer to the kids"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The one that lied over and over again about being in a relationship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After 6months i relented and to a date only to find out that he had a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So now I have to decide whether or not to continue to enjoy my own company or invite others to the party.&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/5829199159515699764-1623541192055678116?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1623541192055678116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=1623541192055678116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/1623541192055678116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/1623541192055678116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/07/single-in-city.html' title='Single in the City'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8852141725372336375</id><published>2007-06-20T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:16:55.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biscuits and Nuts'/><title type='text'>A biscuit short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why are people crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Not in a medically / brain chemical / legal manner way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I keep bumping into this guy and he's a stone cold nut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ordinarily - not a problem, just avoid and evade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I see him on campus and other places (to many other places)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If I stopped to think about it, I might wonder at the number of coincidences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm not saying that everyone needs to be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm saying - If your behavior is the extreme opposite of everyone else .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that might be a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Asking someone a question and then singing their reply over and over again - Nutty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I told my mother that if I go missing - they should check this dude's closest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She said "maybe he just needs a friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(That's a mother for your)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe I'm just a nut magnet- 'cause this guy is definitely a biscuit short of a dozen&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/5829199159515699764-8852141725372336375?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8852141725372336375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8852141725372336375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8852141725372336375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8852141725372336375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/biscuit-short.html' title='A biscuit short'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-6543799466313235622</id><published>2007-06-16T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:50:27.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking 101'/><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am officially a slacker this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok - not really, it just feels like it; 'specially after the fall/spring semesters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; (i worked my a$$ off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But right now - I sleep in / stay up late and (luxury of luxuries) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I read for pleasure (not just school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still a TA - teaching my own class but I have just a few students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I'm going to kick back and enjoy my brief respite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(insert sigh here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Summer Movie - Midnight shows here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Spider (part tres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fantastic 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Die Hard (the 4th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-6543799466313235622?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6543799466313235622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=6543799466313235622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6543799466313235622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6543799466313235622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8624192295078876593</id><published>2007-05-17T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:25:04.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWaFD'/><title type='text'>What Would A Friend Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, I have a friend (not in the 'its really me way' - a real friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She told me that she was ready to be with her former boyfriend / now boyfriend again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ordinarily, 'Not a Problem'..... Unless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There are a lot of "issues" with her situation... I won't put her business out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think she's settling and I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's been 'single' for a while and made a bad decision or two (haven't we all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just think, she's '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;' to be alone / or is it doesn't want to be alone / or is it, she thinks she can't be alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, she's settling for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yokel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And that brings us too - What would a friend do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do I support her in this decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do I tell her what I really think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do I do nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right now, I'm working with option three.  Its hard to be alone, how can I tell her to drop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yokel&lt;/span&gt; and face the possibility of being alone.  I can't, so I guess option three will have to do for now, until she finally reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(maybe this is what friends do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-8624192295078876593?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8624192295078876593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8624192295078876593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8624192295078876593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8624192295078876593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-would-friend-do.html' title='What Would A Friend Do'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-2616183674626898537</id><published>2007-05-11T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:43:08.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sum Sum Summa time'/><title type='text'>Today is the 1st day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today is the first day of my Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I won't say vacation because I'm teaching Summer school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(at a major university on the east coast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm a grad student - I'll be TA'ing this summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But, the great thing about it is - its my own class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am the queen of my own 'castle'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(if by castle you mean tiny classroom, openless windows and subzero&lt;/span&gt; AC).&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/5829199159515699764-2616183674626898537?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2616183674626898537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=2616183674626898537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2616183674626898537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2616183674626898537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-1st-day.html' title='Today is the 1st day.....'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-2447709774846209601</id><published>2007-04-18T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:38:24.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not hard to get Impossible to get'/><title type='text'>Impossible 2 Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A few months ago, I had 1 date with a lier. He told me that he didn't have a girlfriend - turns out he did... So, of course he got the BIG A$$ brush off. I told him (before we went out - in the 6months that he wore me down) that I had no desire to the 'other woman'. I reiterated this, when I found out he did indeed have a girlfriend. So, why is he calling me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not sure what he wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't accept his phone calls but I'll admit to occasionally reading the texts that he sends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I don't reply) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A few months ago, I told him, via text that he needed to stop contacting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He said: I just want you friendship, your not mature enough to be my friend, if its not your way its no way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I said: Be friends with your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He didn't like this much and stopped trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to contact me for a while..... until tonight. He sent a text. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Sigh* People always want what they can't have. So I suppose now its the whole challenge thing. I suspects that he thinks I'm playing "Hard to Get" without understanding that for him, I'm not playing and I'm "Impossible to Get". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-2447709774846209601?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2447709774846209601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=2447709774846209601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2447709774846209601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2447709774846209601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-and-evil-return.html' title='Impossible 2 Get'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8398859971046268369</id><published>2007-04-09T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:29:55.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the heck is it with marriage?'/><title type='text'>Married and Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What is it with Marriage?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I bumped into a colleague at the library last night 6 hours into a 10 hour study/work session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(yeah it's that deep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He told me that he was considering spending the night in the library, as his train was going to stop running for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I offered to drive him home at midnight, if he wanted to get some more work done and he took me up it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A little while later he started telling me the why he was rebelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;His wife was 'tripping'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He couldn't wait to get 'rid of her' and be 'a free young man again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This was his second marriage, and he was silly to do it a 2nd time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He'll be married two years this September (isn't he still a newlywed?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But the icing on this very sad cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If my wife locks me out.... where do YOU stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I kept wondering - Does your Wife know all this or Maybe you should be talking to her or Do I really want to drive you home so she can see my car.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My friend asked me if I thought he liked me - I told her that I was operating under a NO to that questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I guess I have commitment issues - I can't even commit to a TV series (I started out watching Grey's Anatomy). Lets just say this kinda stuff isn't helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-8398859971046268369?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8398859971046268369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8398859971046268369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8398859971046268369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8398859971046268369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/married-and-waiting.html' title='Married and Waiting'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-2322589044579404508</id><published>2007-03-18T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:51:49.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superheros and Justices'/><title type='text'>BatGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I was 5 years old - I wanted to be Bat Girl! She rode a motercycle and kicked A$$! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyday after school (pre), I'd watch the (cheesy and antiquated) reruns on what is now the CW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Halloween approached, my mother searched (at my behest) for the coveted Batgirl costume. My older sister had her desired Wonder Woman costume but Batgirl was nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother offered substitutes but I would not relent and insisted that if I could not get the Batgirl costume, she didn't have to buy any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution - I had blue sheet at home that functioned perfectly well as my cape, and with proper adjustment, it would serve as my costume. I mean, my imagination and acrobatic displays should be enough to let the world know that I was ---- BATGIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school the next day, the preschoolers were to dress in costume and have a "parade" for the older children (K - 5th graders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at school the aids were unpacking costumes. I waited in line to have my costume unpacked and to be dressed. I was late (thanks mom) so I was the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess this is the moment I became aware - not aware in the childish sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my grown-up awareness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I waited - I listened to the aids talk about the children's costumes. Laughing and disparaging the children who had the audacity to arrive with homemade costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The laughed at the old clothes and mom's earrings masquerading as Gypsy and Pirate wear. There was talk about which kid was poor or which kid's mom was late with tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 5 yrs old, I thought - this can't be right. Why are they making fun of kids who, by their own words, couldn't afford costumes. I thought maybe they were like me and their mom's couldn't find the right costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With my 5 year old sense of justice and indignation fired up --- I stonily stared at the aids and when my tum came to be dressed, I handed over my book bag. They repeatedly asked me about my costume and how to apply it ---- silence. They spoke quickly among themselves, was I an African Princess - the blue sheet was wrapped around my waist. Perhaps I was a nun - we were in a Catholic school ---- more silence. They finally gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the parade, I sat in the audience among the aids --- I watched my friends on stage. They were Proud and Happy... but among the aids - I listen as they ripped apart the costumes, the old hand-me-downs, the cardboard creative concoctions and the old droopy clothing given new life in the imagination of some kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... And I became the person I am today. At that time I didn't have the words to speak up but I do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-2322589044579404508?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2322589044579404508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=2322589044579404508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2322589044579404508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2322589044579404508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/batgirl.html' title='BatGirl'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8913441768984763879</id><published>2007-03-15T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:50:39.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunch and Cheating'/><title type='text'>Am I my brothers keeper - or the keeper of his girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;While having lunch with someone the other day, the topic of relationships came up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He blithly informed me that he was sleeping with 2 women who had 'boyfriends' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not big into infidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He said he didn't think of himself as a cheat but that he wasn't responsible for the relationships of those women. Besides he didn't have time to devote to a 'relationship'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am big into Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He said that he couldn't even say that he would Never cheat on his wife, just like he couldn't say that he would Never try crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought What the #$!@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;... and to think, I almost ditched him on this lunch thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/5829199159515699764-8913441768984763879?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8913441768984763879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8913441768984763879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8913441768984763879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8913441768984763879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-my-brothers-keeper-or-keeper-of.html' title='Am I my brothers keeper - or the keeper of his girlfriend'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-7169720391093611429</id><published>2007-03-07T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:47:03.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess you can argue with married'/><title type='text'>Can't Argue with Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So... yesterday a man told me I was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It wasn't the first time I heard that, it seems that men like to randomly tell me that I'm beautiful - and I'm not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yesterday, on my way into the mall.... this guy swerved across the street - into the opposite facing lane and said 'excuse me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For some reason I thought his urgency was due to needing directions - I was at the insanely far out Neshaminy Mall (far from Philly). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Yes?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;"I just had to tell you - your really Beautiful"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Uhm (nervous, looking around for others), thank you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;"Do you think I could get to know you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: "&lt;em&gt;I'm married" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not really but it just seemed easier this way - how can you argue with married, besides my hands were in my pocket - it was cold)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Its kinda hard to forget the whole wedding thing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can guess you argue with married....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Meanwhile - I told my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She said: &lt;em&gt;"What were you wearing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"A teddy and stiletto.... A pea coat and jeans it was 2 degrees outside, you goober!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-7169720391093611429?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7169720391093611429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=7169720391093611429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7169720391093611429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7169720391093611429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-4got-wedding.html' title='Can&apos;t Argue with Married'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-5888679235657909821</id><published>2007-02-22T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:45:54.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheyney University in the age of AIDS'/><title type='text'>I scream to keep from crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've been ranting about something for the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I think that I've been ranting to avoid - hurting about something for the past several weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Someone once called me "overly moral" - is there such a thing? Because I was a little sad when a friend of mine started having sex (for the first time). What he (John) didn't understand was that my sadness for her - was due to all the responsibilities that come with having sex. There's birth control, safe sex and hoping that your partner is honest about or at least safe in his sex practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My rant these last few weeks comes courtesy of Cheyney University, or rather, the male students at Cheyney University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For nearly a month, the male students at Cheyney University have maintained a drug addicted prostitute on campus; she performed sexual acts and received money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Having been to Cheyney I know that anyone, not a student, must be maintained - meaning, there isn't McDonald's or WaWA or even a motel in walking distance. Every meal, every moment of sleep, every shower or anything had to be under the auspices of students - male students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So, the story goes - she lived among the students, charging for sexual favors. At one point, it is said that she had a line of customers for blow jobs - for which she charged $5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I can't really pinpoint the source of my pain, my hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don't know if its because they used her, passed her around and took advantage of her drug addicted state.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perhaps its that - the prostitute was HIV positive. That she admitted to having unprotected sex with "at least 10" male students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe I hurt and I just want to be mad at these men.... these males who knowingly had unprotected sex with a drug addicted prostitute in the age of AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I might be hurt for the girlfriends, 'baby mama's', finances, 'buddies', one nighters, or who ever else they'll have sex with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think that my ranting and raving is the protection I needed not to stare in the face of what WE are capable of, our stupidity and our cruelty&lt;/span&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/5829199159515699764-5888679235657909821?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5888679235657909821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=5888679235657909821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/5888679235657909821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/5888679235657909821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-scream-to-keep-from-crying.html' title='I scream to keep from crying'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-6561855202789621155</id><published>2007-02-09T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:06:35.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good and Evil?'/><title type='text'>Good and Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had to ask myself what makes you a "good person"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you are a good father, give back to the community, attend church devoutly and believe and God - are you a good person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can you compartmentalize your good? If your a good father but lie to get what you want from another, does that balance out? Some would say, that is the definition of 'Human' - the balancing of positive and negative acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I met him, he told me he didn't have a girlfriend. He did have children and had the appearance of a good father. We had a lot in common, felt the same way about the same things. We were even born a few days apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He said "Yes, I'm dating but she's not my girlfriend - you can ask her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, I found out he had a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, I told him - My father cheated on my mother, I don't want to be "that chick". The one on the side - the one a man cheats with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He said "I wouldn't do that to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, I found out he has a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, I had to ask myself "what makes you a good person?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've decided - He's an ass and Not a good person, regardless of what he has done independent of knowing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you be a good father but not a good role model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you be a devotee of Church and God and lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you say - To Hell with what you want, forget that you have no desire to participate in my cheating..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My feelings are hurt, I admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hurt because I've been let down by people, yet again. I guess I thought that if I was honest about not wanting to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; with a cheat - he'd at least honor my wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I've decided that he's not a good person, there are somethings that don't balance out but rather taint the good that you may do. Like modeling cheating behavior for you son. Lying to your girlfriend. Allowing your daughter to see, by your actions, that she shouldn't expect to be a person in her own right - just expect to play the role in some man's lie/life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess within humans there are positive and negative acts - but there are acts that far out weigh another and have a lasting effect on your "future good".... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This might be one of those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Karma's a bitch&lt;/span&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/5829199159515699764-6561855202789621155?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6561855202789621155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=6561855202789621155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6561855202789621155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6561855202789621155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-and-evil.html' title='Good and Evil'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-1441226232593609158</id><published>2007-01-24T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:07:19.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma and Fruit Juice'/><title type='text'>Karma and fruit juice</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the universe told me I needed a Karma adjustment - not in so many words but in deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My guest lecturer bowed out and I found myself waking late for a class that I wasn't supposed to be attending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon shaking my orange juice, the top flew off and juice FLEW everywhere (I'm a rigorous shaker)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My regular parking lot wasn't accepting cash and I ended up parking to close to a hydrant (I was late after all)...... I got a ticket - Oddly enough I arrived at my car at 12:30 and my ticket was timed at 12:31&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to my second appointment and ran into construction traffic, which made me late for a meeting about a gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I fed the meter, I had another ticket when I left.... my second of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND then.... I tossed my bag into the car, the bottle of apple juice (not opened) decides to loose its top and spill..... all over everything - books, papers, mail and etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I've decided I need to check my Karma.... although none of this was life altering, I consider myself good at taking hints...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Mad Blogger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-1441226232593609158?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1441226232593609158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=1441226232593609158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/1441226232593609158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/1441226232593609158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/karma-and-fruit-juice.html' title='Karma and fruit juice'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-7160353304173716106</id><published>2007-01-17T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:07:42.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sister Shannon'/><title type='text'>I Don't Do Shout Outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't do shout outs but...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is my sister's birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday - Shannon!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Capricorns all want to secretly rule the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;we're&lt;/span&gt; dictators but because we Know we'd do a good job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-7160353304173716106?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7160353304173716106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=7160353304173716106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7160353304173716106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7160353304173716106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-do-shout-outs.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Shout Outs'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-7362066252770471</id><published>2007-01-13T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:10:11.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and sensibility'/><title type='text'>Sex and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>Recently someone told me they were giving up their celibacy. She told me that it was an outdated, mainstream and eurocentric value........... In that case; is having sex - modern, fringe and afrocentric?&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people yelling and screaming about whose sex'n whom and etc. I think the abstinent only messages in public schools are irresponsible and hypocritical. There is sex in every aspect of american media, yet we tell teens to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't care who or what your sex'n... it comes down to safety.... and the point is --- Its Just Not Safe to sleep with multiple partners who have multiple partners. No kinda sex is worth my life or quality of life. &lt;em&gt;Maybe celibacy is more modern than she thinks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile: I had a good day, busy but good. My mom's sick so after I played 'fetch and carry water girl'.... I managed to get some things done in my apartment - I'm content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mad blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-7362066252770471?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7362066252770471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=7362066252770471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7362066252770471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/7362066252770471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/sex-and-sensibility.html' title='Sex and Sensibility'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-8937472817471728474</id><published>2007-01-07T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:39:17.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother'/><title type='text'>Helicopters and Big Brother</title><content type='html'>So, I live in a high rise and today a helicopter flew by and shinned its light into my apartment.  For a long minute they hovered.    My view overlooks the a gated courtyard, I guess Philly PD likes to be voyeurs on weekends.  It was.............................. disturbing.  I live on the uppermost floors, so reason is there to shine a light into my apt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile - it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-8937472817471728474?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8937472817471728474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=8937472817471728474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8937472817471728474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/8937472817471728474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/helicopters-and-big-brother.html' title='Helicopters and Big Brother'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-2204020091107520989</id><published>2007-01-06T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:47:18.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climate Change'/><title type='text'>Climate Change, Global warming and the elephant</title><content type='html'>In Philly, the last few days have been like spring...... not just in a literary sense but literately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Tomorrow its supposed to be 70!  The local news potentates and weather smiling heads say "its great" and we should "appreciate it while its here"  I say this is the giant elephant in the room the talking heads don't want to see.... How can this not be climate change or global warming or whatever catchy catch phrase is in vogue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cherry blossoms are blooming on Main Street Manayunk and the grass is growing...They say its only been 12 days of 70 degree and over weather in Philly in Jan since they've been recording it here..... Tomorrow would be the 13th, I'm betting that next year we'll see the 14th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Arctic ice when you can get a hummer for around 30G's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-2204020091107520989?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2204020091107520989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=2204020091107520989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2204020091107520989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/2204020091107520989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/climate-change-global-warming-and.html' title='Climate Change, Global warming and the elephant'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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-5829199159515699764.post-6586169843749167265</id><published>2007-01-05T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:08:06.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday and Old Posts'/><title type='text'>Today is my birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the stuff from my old Blog - A day in the life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="112217403314837817"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave but I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;So.... I'm leaving Atlanta. Why?There are lot of reasons I could give.... but the major one is that I feel the need to regroup.I've always believed that I ended up where I was supposed to be.... maybe this time I got the timing wrong. Right place wrong time, so I anticipate coming back to Atlanta one day but right now I need to go..... and I think I need to put some distance between me and someone else. He's in Tallahassee but apparently I need more space.&lt;br /&gt;posted by Nshay @ &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://notifyingallwomen.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-to-leave-but-i-gotta-go.html"&gt;10:37 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=112217403314837817"&gt;6 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www2.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=12952410&amp;amp;postID=112217403314837817"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=112217403314837817"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, May 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="111646449408983847"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles&lt;br /&gt;Miracles So... i was in a car "accident". An emergency road side vehicle ran me off the road (ironic isn't it). Due to my driving prowess (modest), i avoided hitting any other vehicles and ended up against the guard rail. I walked away but my car....(well that's for another day). The guy who caused the accident was ( in a word) a JERK. He got the ticket but sadly my car (my baby) got the worst of everything else.You might think the miracle was walking away and it was... but the other miracle was more unexpectedSO my deductible was announced to be $1000.00, (who has that laying around). I was worried sick as time past and the days drew closer for me to pick up my car and pay my DEDUCTIBLE... On the last night, i beseeched GOD to drop a $1000 bux outta the sky! I (like most people) promised all manner of things to, if only HE would deliver me from my worry.....And lo and behold!The other drivers insurance company came out of No Where on the LAST day and stepped in to pay everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;Trust in GOD&lt;br /&gt;(and write down everything you promised 'cause you might just have to do 'em all)&lt;br /&gt;posted by Nshay @ &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://notifyingallwomen.blogspot.com/2005/05/miracles.html"&gt;8:45 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12952410&amp;amp;postID=111646449408983847"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www2.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=111646449408983847"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=111646449408983847"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, May 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="111629077318408030"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the grocery store is a great place to meet men...&lt;br /&gt;It started at the Whole Foods on Ponce. I was my usual oblivious self when I noticed a beautiful chocolately male gazing at me over the fresh pizzas. *sigh* He was tall, dark and handsome (of course). Everywhere I was, he appeared: tasting (ok eating) the free spice cake, picking over priced drinks and watchin the kids make domes out of the free guacamole. *sigh*He made his move in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;His stats: single, college educated, charming, employed and no children.&lt;br /&gt;The attributes: beautiful smile (and all his teeth), in shape (enough), over six feet and smelling great&lt;br /&gt;His name (and this a just a clue): Ch.........ba&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged numbers and he called me that night and the conversation was tight until....&lt;br /&gt;-he asked me for directions to my apartment-&lt;br /&gt;For what (I innocently asked)&lt;br /&gt;-why he wanted to come over and make me feel good of course-&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;-this is the time for me to get to know you-&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you mean make me feel good, you mean like sex??? (hey maybe I'm just getting this wrong)&lt;br /&gt;-that and much more-&lt;br /&gt;There's not much more to tell, Ch........ba was off the roster and I avoided his phone calls like the (uhmmm) plague.&lt;br /&gt;I could have lectured him about the dumba$$ error of his ways but that would have just made him a better 'playa'.&lt;br /&gt;posted by Nshay @ &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://notifyingallwomen.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-say-grocery-store-is-great-place.html"&gt;8:12 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12952410&amp;amp;postID=111629077318408030"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www2.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=111629077318408030"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=12952410&amp;postID=111629077318408030"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="111628825029519941"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro&lt;br /&gt;Greetings World&lt;br /&gt;About Me:&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;DatingLiving in Atlanta today, Tallahassee yesterday and Philly a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;About my Blogg in three words:&lt;br /&gt;Adventures in LIFE&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOD&lt;br /&gt;THE BAD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;THE UGLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829199159515699764-6586169843749167265?l=nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6586169843749167265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829199159515699764&amp;postID=6586169843749167265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6586169843749167265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829199159515699764/posts/default/6586169843749167265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashay-the-mad-blogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my birthday'/><author><name>Nashay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152792942893019233</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></feed>
