<?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-24613297</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:06.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get to it blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24613297.post-114533929617921787</id><published>2006-04-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:48:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's 1:37 am and I can't sleep.  I can't stop thinking about a certain new man in my life.  Currently we are just friends/co-workers, but oddly enough I feel that eventually I want more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have professionally been talking for about 7 months here and there.  However, it started to become personal the end of January.  We started sending one another pictures of each other, and off of that we liked what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by Feb. we began to talk outside of work even more, but nothing to peel away the layers of protection to my heart.  I had to see him personally up front and face to face in order to begin and make that decision.  And I did.  I was like we had always knew each, you know old lovers who had moved away from one another only to find themselves back together again through coeincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114533929617921787?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114533929617921787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114533929617921787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114533929617921787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114533929617921787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-its-137-am-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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-24613297.post-114409717168734794</id><published>2006-04-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:46:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so depressing to live in Detroit, I mean if it's not snowing, it's raining.  Today is so gray, there is no sunlight.  So, I am counting down to my ATL vacation this Friday.  I have been talking to my little friend down there about everything we're trying to get into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a fun packed weekend!  He is a NUPE.  Not that it means anything, however I have always wondered about how the "pretty boys" get down.  I know I probably shouldn't be talking  sexual, but he is a honey.  And he has that LL complex.  You know what i'm talking about(licking those lucious lips).  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6'3 and 250 lbs of thickness.  Y'all know how I like and he is such a southern gentleman.  He is slowly winning me over sending me poetry at work through our company groupwise instant message.  I'm telling you he started sending them one day I wasnt feeling so good and I've been getting them even on the good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anything to come out of this relationship except for a friend, but it does feel nice to get poetry and a man who acts like they are interested in half of what you are saying.  So i'm going to ride this one out and see where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be giving a de-briefing(sp) a week from today on how things go, so look forward to some fun an exciting information on my vacation as well as my first one on one, face to face with the NUPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114409717168734794?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114409717168734794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114409717168734794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114409717168734794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114409717168734794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-so-depressing-to-live-in-detroit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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-24613297.post-114383016983495520</id><published>2006-03-31T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:36:09.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i'm back.  Whew another long week.  Some interesting things have happened over the course of the week.  First of all let me bck up a bit.  I had never watched Sex in the City before until my trip to NYC, and now I am addicted.  Even though the script is about rich white women, it so hpplies to women of all color.  Carrie's character is the most interesting from my perspective and I guess it's because her dating scene is some what similar to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get over the only man you've ever loved, and while doing that he seems to pop back up, just as things are going good on the dating scene for yourself.  But unlike Carrie I have more at stake with my Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's silly, but I always wonder if it will ever end.  I don't want to be like the ladies on that show.  You know in their thirties/fourties still dating, single, and still looking for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114383016983495520?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114383016983495520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114383016983495520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114383016983495520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114383016983495520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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-24613297.post-114323401238178401</id><published>2006-03-24T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:00:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that you can be a confident and independant woman, and live life until YOU feel it's time to hang up your hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was so caught up in other peoples timing of when I should be married, and soon I should find a replacement daddy for my baby.  But from now on....I can't stress this enough we as women will start making our own decisions and timelines of whats appropriate timing in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114323401238178401?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114323401238178401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114323401238178401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114323401238178401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114323401238178401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/03/contd.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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-24613297.post-114323319843488549</id><published>2006-03-24T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:46:38.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All while i've been going to school full time, working, taking care of my child and myself, I found time for a boyfriend.  And during this relationship I found out a few things about myself that I didn't want to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I really do want to get married and maybe..just maybe have one more child.&lt;br /&gt;#2 I can try and date men that are not my norm.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I can't make myself fall in love with someone, even though they have an almost perfect score on their credit report, and would kiss the ground I walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's shallow, or maybe it's me growing up realizing what I will and will not tolerate.  I also realized that for now it may be good for me to be single.  I'm loving myself right now.  Can't get enough, an dI want to teach by baby to have the same confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe we don't need a man to for the money making and providing anymore according to the new society we live in, but.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114323319843488549?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114323319843488549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114323319843488549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114323319843488549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114323319843488549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-check-this-out-all-while-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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-24613297.post-114322071181452294</id><published>2006-03-24T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:18:31.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ladies &amp; gents if your out there.  I know i've been gone from the blog group a while, but i'm back.  Nothing much has been going on besides, "doing me."  That is...doing what it necessary for myself.  I have drop some weight, and unwanted buck 70.  I have to shake those haters off and get ride of the dead weight that was holding me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  I am living the single life and loving it.  I will say I do have a few suiters though.  I wish I could go in to more detail, but it's my luch time so i'll have to holla back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24613297-114322071181452294?l=seemamago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/feeds/114322071181452294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24613297&amp;postID=114322071181452294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114322071181452294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24613297/posts/default/114322071181452294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemamago.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back-hey-ladies-gents-if-your-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05296677877684274043</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>
