<?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-19255785</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:54.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science, Baby!</title><subtitle type='html'>A view of life from a busy mind in a small town.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-7512057091408752699</id><published>2008-10-18T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:01:54.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is For The Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPqLwBTGV1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K43vDSye7Dg/s1600-h/MVC-168S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258669172006999890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPqLwBTGV1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K43vDSye7Dg/s320/MVC-168S.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all my in the world...or at least the ones that will know what the hell I'm talking about...&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetest_Day"&gt;Happy Sweetest Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Today, I'm not gonna really blog because I'm too busy spending time with my Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our gift exchange...I got a really sweet purple (my favorite color) blanket with pink hearts and singing monkeys on it and it was all wrapped up in it's very own monkey with Velcro strap hands as well as a card that read "There's no one I rather make people sick with than you" (we have a few haters...is that still a word?)...I made him a gift basket filled with his favorite things...Black &amp;amp; Milds, Swisher Sweets, lighters and M &amp;amp; Ms....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to put the kids to bed and enjoy the rest of the night together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace LOVE &amp;amp; Soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Night - &lt;a href="http://mp3.juno.co.uk/MP3/SF185508-01-01-02.mp3"&gt;If This World Were Mine by Luther Vandross &amp;amp; Cheryl Lynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-7512057091408752699?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7512057091408752699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=7512057091408752699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/7512057091408752699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/7512057091408752699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-for-lovers.html' title='This Is For The Lovers'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPqLwBTGV1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/K43vDSye7Dg/s72-c/MVC-168S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-8192315301953239910</id><published>2008-10-16T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:43:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Terms of Endearment</title><content type='html'>Ladies...Ladies...Ladies...I don't know where we came up slipping, or which rapper made us feel like this shit was acceptable, but nowadays we answer to shit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's my bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;That's my hoe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;She a down ass bitch&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;She's my freak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Bust it Baby&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My piece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm getting at. I let my dude label my picture on his old MySpace page "My new bitch." I actually thought the shit was cute for a minute...But once reality soaked in I thought to myself...In the heat of an argument, him calling me a bitch won't be so cute. I'll be ready to cut his ass when all along he's only calling me something that I've allowed him to call me since the beginning...So what I guess I'm saying is...If we don't respect ourselves...why in the hell should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended listening:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-funkmusicinc.com/Downloads/files/I%20Love%20My%20Bitch.mp3"&gt;I Love My Bitch - Busta Rhymes feat./ Will.I.Am &amp;amp; Kelis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/4/21/1005539/notorious%20b%20i%20g%20-%20the%20show%20soundtrack%20-%20me%20and%20my%20bitch%20live(2).mp3"&gt;Me and My Bitch (Live) - Notorious B.I.G.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicwebtown.com/shanna_08/playlists/165073/1291354.mp3"&gt;Bust It Baby - Plies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vo1dphas3r.com/myspace/Plies%20ft%20NeYo%20-%20Bust%20It%20Baby%20Pt2.mp3"&gt;Bust It Baby Pt. 2 - Plies feat./ Ne-Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msfbasketball.com/mp3s/Ja%20Rule%20-%20Down%20Ass%20Bitch.mp3"&gt;Down Ass Bitch - Ja Rule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladyjazzkilla.com/down4you.mp3"&gt;Down 4 U - Ja Rule, Ashanti, Charli Baltimore &amp;amp; Vita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-8192315301953239910?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8192315301953239910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=8192315301953239910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/8192315301953239910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/8192315301953239910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-terms-of-endearment.html' title='2008 Terms of Endearment'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-2109513276471949167</id><published>2008-10-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:14:36.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer VS. Big Daddy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I spend more time on my computer than I do quality time with my man.  It's the technology that's to blame.  When I first started out on &lt;a href="http://www.coolegeclub.com/"&gt;CollegeClub.com &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.blackplanet.com/"&gt;BlackPlanet.com &lt;/a&gt;I was mediocre at HTML.  But now things are so easy, I don't have to memorize all those codes.  It's nothing for me to make my photo my background, or put all my favorite music on my page.  Now even when I'm working or doing research, it seems as if I'm being a computer whore.  I just can't help it.  At least he's my number one friend on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-2109513276471949167?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2109513276471949167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=2109513276471949167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/2109513276471949167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/2109513276471949167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-computer-vs-big-daddy.html' title='My Computer VS. Big Daddy'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-784454563824872149</id><published>2008-10-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:48:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Gems</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever said some shit so crazy to you that you wanted to quote them every chance you get? In a recent argument with my sister, one which will permanently fray our relationship, she said some things to me that I will remember for the rest of my life. Here are a few of her golden gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You love other kids more than you love your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When that nigga dogs you, and he will dog you, don't call me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Why would you let his father see him, he doesn't even love him." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You always dog your family for your friends and your boyfriends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Somebody's going to call CSB on you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, where I'm from all that was said would be considered fighting words, but at 27, I refuse to fight my younger sister. But she has started a war and the gloves are most definitely off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-784454563824872149?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/784454563824872149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=784454563824872149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/784454563824872149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/784454563824872149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-gems.html' title='Golden Gems'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-2768215613698902064</id><published>2008-09-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:44:57.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the Night Blog-Worthy</title><content type='html'>Wow...sometimes things get so intense that talking about them just can't wait until morning. Can anyone out there in cyber space recall those "You Might Be A Redneck" jokes Jim Foxworthy used to tell. Well, I got a few of those of my own. But, I wanna call mine "Your Family Might Be Dysfunctional If," and mine ain't jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Family Might Be Dysfunctional If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People in your family conspire to take your child away.&lt;br /&gt;2. They smile in your face, then go behind your back and talk about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. They tell you that you love other kids more than you love your own.&lt;br /&gt;4. People in your family try to convince your child that he/she wants to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;5. They come into your home and smile at your mate's face, but secretly hate their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look this is just getting started. I'll have more to come. The last thing I have to say is...Et tu Brute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-2768215613698902064?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2768215613698902064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=2768215613698902064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/2768215613698902064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/2768215613698902064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/middle-of-night-blog-worthy.html' title='Middle of the Night Blog-Worthy'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-3137566528752328273</id><published>2008-09-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:30:45.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicted</title><content type='html'>I feel bad even talking baout this shit, but it's crazy.  My baby daddy done got himself in some real trouble.  He will be incarcerated.  What's crazy is this:  Should I be mad that I won't get child support anymore or that my son won't see his dad for like a long ass time.  I really feel in my heart that I'm more upset about my child support.  That was my primary income...now I feel like Florida Evans...Damn, Damn, Damn!!  In the world today...with this economy, I need that CHISUP!  What is an unemployed college graduate to do in George W's society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-3137566528752328273?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3137566528752328273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=3137566528752328273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/3137566528752328273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/3137566528752328273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/conflicted.html' title='Conflicted'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-7954423987938012163</id><published>2008-09-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:13:14.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never!</title><content type='html'>I'm 27 years old, and in my 27 years there have been several occassions when I have said that I would never do something. Then much to my surprise, things change, and I do that exact same thing that I say I'll never do. That's why people shouldn't judge. I've judged people and then done the same stupid thing they've done. I know everybody wants to know what I'm talking about, so I'll get on with the juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a recent disagreement with the love of my life, I totally bitched out. He packed his bags and gave me the silent treatment. What do I do? I react like all the girls I say that I'll never act like. I scream, I cry, I throw myself at his feet. This shit is crazy. If anybody has ever heard the song "Green Eyes" by Erykah Badu (click above on Never Say Never! to hear song), they know what I'm talking about. I went through all the stages plus some of my own. Denial. Sorrow. Anger. Humor. Poetry. Reverse psychology. The shit was rough. Or I should say it still is rough. This is happening as we speak, and I'm waiting for him to unpack his bags. He hasn't left yet, and I don't want him to. I've noticed that he's placed his toothbrush back in the holder in the bathroom, but I don't want to be too hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the moral of the story is that crying and begging are two less things that I can say that I've never done. Instead of continuing to add to the list that used to include giving head and dating men with children, I've decided to never say never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-7954423987938012163?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jasmynecannick.typepad.com/Music/erykahbadugreeneyes.mp3' title='Never Say Never!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7954423987938012163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=7954423987938012163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/7954423987938012163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/7954423987938012163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-say-never.html' title='Never Say Never!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-6521518349424816811</id><published>2008-09-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:41:00.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back....</title><content type='html'>It's been so long...have my people forgotten about me?  Is there still room for The Science in a world where 2 year olds have their own blog.  Did anybody miss me?  I'm back in full effect and I don't plan to go anywhere anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-6521518349424816811?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6521518349424816811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=6521518349424816811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/6521518349424816811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/6521518349424816811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back....'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-115179012751891649</id><published>2006-07-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:20:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laine's Semi Annual Awards</title><content type='html'>So ya'll the year is half over...six more months to go. There have been a lot of things that have caught my interest these past few months, and of course I'll use my wit to share them with you. These are Laine's Semi-Annual Awards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not-So Token Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starr Jones-Reynolds. If you were like me, you read this in the tabloids months ago and weren't surprised when the irritatingly-outspoken Mrs. Jones-Reynolds got booted from The View couch. And she ain't being replaced by a sista...Babwa Wawa ain't no fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trend in Television&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Shows. Not just cooking shows, but reality competition cooking shows, and I'm not talking Iron Chef. I mean Super Double Dare Physical Challenge type of shows. I enjoyed Hell's Kitchen last year, and I watch it religiously this year, but I can't fit The Next Food Network Star and Bravo's Top Chef into my schedule. Plus they don't have the Chef Ransey, the Simon Cowell of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Mama. MTV and Wilmer Valderamez have teamed up to show America what we ghetto children been doin' all our lives. Crackin'. Snappin'. Cuttin'. Whatever you call it, the shit is funny. My favorite joke - "Yo mama so cross-eyed that yo daddy left her cuz she was seein' somebody on the side!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insult of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absent Beyonce at The Legend's Ball. Did Oprah not invite her, or did she decline the invite. Ashanti's non-singing ass was there, so I know Beyonce should've been. Either way one of them shunned the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word I'm Tryna Understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyphy. What? I just learned how to crunk. Now I gotta learn a new dance and a new word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rated G Show&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(G as in Gay as hell - not that there's anything wrong with that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance. I was watching this show with my friend, DP, and he brought it to my attention. The is not a heterosexual male being on that show. Way too many screams, turns, curtsies, and pirouettes. There's only two hip-hips dancers, one screams like a bitch, and the other wears tight pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the ...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean: Outkast feat. Big Boi? Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching World Champion Heat Coach Pat Riley dance to Yung Joc's "It's Goin' Down" during the Heat Parade in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Go Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Wilson. The second Black woman crazy enuff to go into space. Nothing more to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Prop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie's wig. She performs her new track "I Am Not My Hair" wearing this mini dress and this long wig looking like Crazy-In-Love Beyonce. Then once she gets into it she throws the wig off to reveal her bald head. That's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moment In My City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Floods. As everyone knows by know I'm from Toledo, Ohio. People from here always find a way to embarrass us. Last year it was Katie Holmes. This year the floods. Why is Toledo crying for FEMA assistance. That's a slap in the face to the Katrina victims if you ask me. Cut the shit Carty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shunned By Blacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boondocks. It's been almost a year and I have yet to understand while Black people are so offended by The Boondocks. Its just a cartoon damn! Besides we been laughin' at white folks for years. You do remember The Simpsons and Family Guy and American Dad...shall I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Favorite People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rappers. I am impressed. No feuds. No Beefs. Jay-Z signed Nas. Lil' Kim got outta jail early. Good job rappers. Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay onto the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Dance Track - Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Some Head - Shawna. I know, I know. This song is raunchy as hell, but when the Deejay spins this, there isn't a woman in her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Dance Track - Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch it - Busta Rhymes. Always creative, Busta has brought us another hot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song I Just Don't Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja Vu - Beyonce feat. Jay-Z. Call me a hater if you want. All my real friends know how much I love her. I just don't love all her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break Up Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Like That - Ghostface Killah feat. Ne-Yo. Why he always gettin' played? Remember 2003's "Never Be The Same Again" feat. Carl Thomas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheater Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful - Rhianna. This is a hot one. If you can compare cheating on your mate to murder, yousa bad one! I don't want no love like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delusional (Stalker) Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Mind - Heather Headley. It's OVER! That's all I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colabo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What - Field Mobb Twins feat. Ciara. This song is so damn cute. All girls that have to defend their relationship can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grind In Da Club Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm N Luv (Wit A Stripper) - 2 The Remix - T-Pain feat. R. Kelly, Pimp C, Too Short, Twista, and Paul Wall. All I gotta say is I LOVE KELLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bump N' Grind Mixtape Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do What It Do - Jamie Foxx. I haven't heard a mixtape without the song on it. Ray Charles even got it on his mixtape in Heaven! (I'm goin to Hell for sayin' that ain't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song - Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still In Love - Tyra. Reminds me of being "in love" for the first time, and the second, and the third... I have to sing this everytime I hear it. Don't know shit but the chorus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song - Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo - Chris Brown. Puppy love is so sweet. Doesn't this remind you of B2K before Omarion got grown and started talking about "O"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had To Grow On Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible - Kanye West &amp;amp; Twista feat. Keshia Cole. Kanye samples. Twista can't be understood. Keshia whines. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen right? At first it was, but this Mission Impossible: 3 theme has grown on me. Plus you gotta give it to Kanye for successfully sampling Perry Como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our final music award is (drum roll please):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Quote of the Last Six Months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Kelly. "I must be the first man to fall in love wit a ass/I wanna get down on one knee and ask that ass to marry me..." Ya'll see why I love kells. He's the only singer that can get away with saying anything...and doing anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people, that's all for now. I had fun making fun of celebrities and current events as usual. I hope you enjoyed today's blog. In the words of the great Tyra Banks, "Lata!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-115179012751891649?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/115179012751891649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=115179012751891649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/115179012751891649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/115179012751891649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/laines-semi-annual-awards.html' title='Laine&apos;s Semi Annual Awards'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114669987467399333</id><published>2006-05-03T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:49:31.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Does A Secret Become A Lie?</title><content type='html'>I've been keeping a secret from a lot of people, and for good reason.  It's not always good to have everyone in your business so sometimes you have to tell a white lie to keep the peace.  I'm at the point now, that I know I'm deceiving people.  I've told a few harmless people what's going on in my life, but it's so hard to keep a straight face.  Don't worry ya'll, I haven' committed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing someone, well, falling for someone that is totally off limits.  According to the "book" I should steer clear away from this person, but I can't.  We're both tip-toeing around and it's become overwhelming.  I think he wants to break things off because of the risk that we're taking.  Our secret was almost exposed last week and it's taking a toll on the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is wonderful.  I know that I get into these guys and I think they're the sun and the orange moon...This cat is all that and them some. College grad, own house, own car, NO KIDS, good job...and he's just as geeky as me!!  (How many people, besides me, do ya'll know with Jeopardy on PS2?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we aren't telling people (the people that count) about what we're doing, we're lying by omission, and it's eating me up inside.  I really want things to work.  I'm even writing poems about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey Molasses II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;and the time that we spent&lt;br /&gt;wondering if &lt;br /&gt;I'm on your mind&lt;br /&gt;like you're on mine&lt;br /&gt;wondering if &lt;br /&gt;you see things&lt;br /&gt;the way I see&lt;br /&gt;wondering if&lt;br /&gt;you're afraid &lt;br /&gt;to take it there &lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;br /&gt;I can be quite&lt;br /&gt;aggressive&lt;br /&gt;and that may &lt;br /&gt;scare &lt;br /&gt;a man like you&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;I can continue&lt;br /&gt;to stress it&lt;br /&gt;but what good&lt;br /&gt;would that do&lt;br /&gt;All I can do&lt;br /&gt;is continue to be&lt;br /&gt;a good woman&lt;br /&gt;and a reliable friend&lt;br /&gt;All I can do &lt;br /&gt;is show you&lt;br /&gt;that I deserve&lt;br /&gt;a man&lt;br /&gt;of your caliber&lt;br /&gt;a man&lt;br /&gt;with your intelligence&lt;br /&gt;a man&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;as kind as you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryna blind-side you&lt;br /&gt;I just find you&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;br /&gt;I feel like &lt;br /&gt;I'm chasing you&lt;br /&gt;and that feeling&lt;br /&gt;isn't right&lt;br /&gt;I can't erase you&lt;br /&gt;from my life&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;because I can't&lt;br /&gt;I am very persistent&lt;br /&gt;and I was&lt;br /&gt;hoping &lt;br /&gt;some of that &lt;br /&gt;would rub off&lt;br /&gt;hoping&lt;br /&gt;some of that &lt;br /&gt;would be &lt;br /&gt;contagious&lt;br /&gt;I could continue&lt;br /&gt;to play this&lt;br /&gt;game with you&lt;br /&gt;like everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;but it's not&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're afraid&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;let that fear&lt;br /&gt;keep you away&lt;br /&gt;I don't bite&lt;br /&gt;I don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;it just might work&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closest friends know that I haven't wrote a poem like that in years.  He got me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-114669987467399333?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114669987467399333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=114669987467399333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114669987467399333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114669987467399333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-does-secret-become-lie.html' title='When Does A Secret Become A Lie?'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114538336153722320</id><published>2006-04-18T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:02:41.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This boy and His Surveys</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elaina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;2-18-81&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toledo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toledo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tyra-ish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 ft 3 in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black American&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silver Sequin Chinese Slippers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;pepperoni and green peppers with parmasen crust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get my driver's license&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;who the hell is calling me this early&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pepsi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;McBubbles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laina's Iced tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apple Blacks Unfreaked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like an Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 weeks left!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;only in water beds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hells yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;asi-asi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='&amp;..39;1....'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarinet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;just yesterday - Black Russian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;just this morning - Apple Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No way Jose!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think it was a date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;two pair of New Balances for Baby Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I put them in a pie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell naw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;A poetry night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;naw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;too cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;towels from Red Roof Inn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell yeah - Stingy Pussy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What 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button up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none, or no more than 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a 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href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-boy-and-his-surveys.html' title='This boy and His Surveys'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114417061225470038</id><published>2006-04-04T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:12:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your a Big Boy Now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/41c4f1adzf4139040/53c2/__sr_/54b2re2.jpg?ph4nqMEB2jBxSzXv"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/41c4f1adzf4139040/53c2/__sr_/54b2re2.jpg?ph4nqMEB2jBxSzXv" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today at 12:16 p.m., I gave birth to Evan Matthew.  He is now walking and talking and driving me absolutely crazy.  In honor of my son's very first birthday, I bring to you these facts for April 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/41c4f1adzf4139040/53c2/__sr_/dca2.jpg?phg3qMEBpzKVWGtW"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/41c4f1adzf4139040/53c2/__sr_/dca2.jpg?phg3qMEBpzKVWGtW" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;Children's Day&lt;/strong&gt; in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;Hero's Day &lt;/strong&gt;in Lesotho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be Easter Sunday in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1818&lt;/strong&gt; - Congress decided the US flag would consist of 13 red and white stripes and 20 stars, with a new star to be added for every new state in the union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1841&lt;/strong&gt; - William Henry Harrison became to first US President to die in office.  He died of pneumonia a month after his inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1850&lt;/strong&gt; - Los Angeles becomes a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1949&lt;/strong&gt; - Twelve nations signed the North Atlantic Treaty, creating NATO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1968&lt;/strong&gt; - Martin Luther King was assassinated in Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1981&lt;/strong&gt; - Henry Cisneros became the first Latino elected major of a major US city (San Antonio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1994&lt;/strong&gt; - Netscape Communications Corporation is founded (under the name "Mosaic Communications Corporation") by Marc Andreessen and Jim Clark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/maysd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/maysd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is celebrating their birthday today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou, 78&lt;br /&gt;Clive Davis, 74&lt;br /&gt;Craig T. Nelson (of &lt;em&gt;Coach&lt;/em&gt;), 62&lt;br /&gt;David E. Kelley, 50&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey, Jr., 41&lt;br /&gt;Nancy McKeon (of &lt;em&gt;Facts of Life&lt;/em&gt;), 40&lt;br /&gt;Jill Scott, 34&lt;br /&gt;David Blaine and Kelly Price, 33&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger, 27&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Lynn Spears, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/evanstand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/evanstand.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here...I got a birthday party to throw!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-114417061225470038?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114417061225470038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=114417061225470038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114417061225470038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114417061225470038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-big-boy-now.html' title='Your a Big Boy Now!!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114082492890209733</id><published>2006-02-24T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:48:48.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ya Glory Greens!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'm in Auburn Hills, Michigan for a Regional College Bowl Tourney.  I know, I'm a big fat nerd...Anyway, on the way here we had to pass through Detroit.  I saw some billboards that you wouldn't see in Toolittle.  I saw about 5 advertising the Boondocks.  I remarked to my teammate, Jed, that we'd never see that in Toledo.  I saw one for Glory Greens.  Now I'm sure they only display those in the urbanest of communities.  In Toledo, you see billboards for Health Insurance, or WB shows, or that damn Truth Ohio stop smoking crap.  When is we gon git our Boondocks Billboard, Ohio?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-114082492890209733?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114082492890209733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=114082492890209733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114082492890209733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114082492890209733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-ya-glory-greens.html' title='Get Ya Glory Greens!!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114055453779531282</id><published>2006-02-21T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:41:59.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never On Film</title><content type='html'>When I was in my freshman year at Wright State, my best friend and I came up with this set of rules, some of which I still follow today.  These rules were set out to ensure that we wouldn't fall into any of the campus societal traps that wouold label us easy girls.  Here are these rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never on film.  That applies to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Only swallow if he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never with your best friend's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now any rules after this are a blur.  I kinda remember two that I made up but didn't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never with a guy that has gold in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never with a guy that has children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even messed around and broke one or two of the top three.  Like never on film.  Well, I didn't have sex on film but I took this picture with my baby daddy, who has lots of kids.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/maysf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/maysf.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also Mario that had one big gold tooth in the front and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm tryna make here is don't take pictures with losers cuz you'll be stuck in them for eternity, oh yeah, and don't make rules...BREAK RULES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-114055453779531282?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114055453779531282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=114055453779531282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114055453779531282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114055453779531282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-on-film.html' title='Never On Film'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-114055337061236511</id><published>2006-02-21T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:24:55.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin Line Between Assertive and Bitchy</title><content type='html'>I was recently told by my "roommate"/ex, J.P. that he doesn't come home because I nag and I try to boss him around.  No one has ever called me bossy, at least not to my face.  I was just wondering, at what point does an assertive woman become a bitch.  Men are always saying they want a strong woman with her own mind, but just as soon as she shows some sign of aggression she's crossed some unset boundary into bitchdom.  I don't feel that.  Now if I was quiet and meek this cat would complain and tell me to stop letting people walk all over me.  But since I speak my mind to him, I gotta be bossy.  Men don't know crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-114055337061236511?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114055337061236511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=114055337061236511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114055337061236511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/114055337061236511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/thin-line-between-assertive-and-bitchy.html' title='Thin Line Between Assertive and Bitchy'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113980894851015298</id><published>2006-02-12T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:35:48.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make a formal apology to my public.  I'm sorry!!  A girl got her own place.  I had to leave the computer and DSL at my uncle's.  I'll be back though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113980894851015298?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113980894851015298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113980894851015298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113980894851015298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113980894851015298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113816311813275325</id><published>2006-01-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:25:18.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like a Woman</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I have been neglecting you all.  But guess what?  I have a new man in my life.  He's jealous of this great force called the internet so he asked me to stop making so much love to my computer.  He keeps me out the house, and keeps me busy.  I'm sorry ya'll.  He'll be at work on Thursday, so I'll sneak on and tell you guys everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113816311813275325?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113816311813275325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113816311813275325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113816311813275325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113816311813275325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-like-woman.html' title='Just Like a Woman'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113652244585684383</id><published>2006-01-05T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:36:26.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laina's 05 Picks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/flipbook_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/flipbook_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm such a copy cat.  Everyone else have given there 2005 picks, so I wanna give mine, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Impersonation by a Female&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce as Tina Turner at the Kennedy Center Honors.  I was very impressed.  Girlfriend had it down to the hair toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Impersonation by a Male&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly as LL Cool J at the VH1's Hip Hop Honors.  The abs were so tight, I coulda swore it was Ladies Love himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best "Ography" in a Video&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch by Omarion.  Wherever he found that girl in the video, he needs to keep her on staff, or hire Ciara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Performance by a Female&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jr...oops, I mean Ciara.  This sister be rollin' her hips and poppin' and 1,2 steppin'.  I even had to talk about her in a poem I wrote.  I need her to teach me sum moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Performance by a Male&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omarion.  From the BET Awards to the Billboards, this cat is giving Usher a run for his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dumbest Song I Can't Help But Dance Too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laffy Taffy by D4L.  I found myself at the club shaking my &lt;em&gt;Laffy Taffy &lt;/em&gt;to this dumb ass track and by the time I realized it, the song was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dumbest Shit on TV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dance shows.  Dancing with the Stars, So You Think You Can Dance, I'm even dissappointed in Soul Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most Boring Interview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce.  She doesn't tell nuthin, she's stiff, and it's even worse when them otha two girls is wit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most Interesting Interview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx.  I love him.  He funny all the time.  But he's not goofy funny, he's sexy funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weirdest Occurance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the Band 3.  Puffy made a band, but the remain nameless and songless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Reunion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envogue at the Hip Hop Honors.  Where have these ladies been?  I was dying to hear "Hold On" or "What's It Gonna Be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most Posh Hip Hop Event&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vibe Awards.  They went all the way mainstream this year.  There was a red carpet show on E!, there were tons of white folk, and everyone dressed in gowns and tuxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Acceptance Speech&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West at the Grammys.  Most would expect this to go to Jamie Foxx and his Oscar speech, but I am very proud that Mr. West didn't go postal at the award show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Catchphrase&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell to da naw."  I love Whitney for this one.  I even tried to get this airbrushed on a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Odd Couple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow Wow and Ciara.  Isn't she taller than him?  Maybe it's just me, but I'm uncomfortable with a short man.  Plus, she's like a woman, and he's like an 8 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/flipbook_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/flipbook_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oddly Normal Couple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas and Kelis.  As weird as they are together, they got married and have managed to stay out of the limelite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most Overplayed Track Female&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha by the Pussycat Dolls.  If he wanted a girlfriend like you, he'd find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most Overplayed Track Male&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Shop by 50 Cent.  As much as I liked this song, I have to admit that it's nuthin but Magic Stick without Lil' Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Break-Up Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake You Off by Mariah Carey.  As disgusted as I was with her last year, I gotta give it to her for giving us this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Rap Dance Track&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play by David Banner.  I didn't understand this song at first.  My 16 year old sister explained it to me, and I've liked it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best R&amp;B Dance Track&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch by Omarion.  This track is hot to death.  I saw the video first and I tied to dance like that girl all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/jatl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/jatl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Rock Dance Track&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Speaking My Language by Juliette and the Licks.  If you know who Juliette Lewis is you know how crazy she is.  This track is just as crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unpromoted Artist of the Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floetry.  I don't know how I found out about their album, but once I found out, I fell in love.  That CD is da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where were you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie.  My family is sick of me playing Voyage To India.  &lt;br /&gt;Kelly Price.  Lost all that weight, now she don't wanna sing.  &lt;br /&gt;D'Angelo.  I thought he had this every five year thing going on...he's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Region for New Music&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South.  The South produced a lot of music, good and bad, in 2005.  Chamillionaire, Paul Wall, Bobby Valentino, Brooke Valentine and Jamie Foxx just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saddest Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm Gone" by Eminem.  I'm sure Hailie Jade doesn't want to hear a song about her father dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Solo Artist Since Beyonce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani.  I love No Doubt, but her solo project was among my favorite albums this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/home5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/home5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trend of the Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having babies.  I know it's the Age of Aquarius and that makes people a lot more horney, but damn.  Everybody had a baby.  Even I gave in and had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're Making Us Look Bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Kim.  Not that she was serving as any kinda role model before, but now she is really making women and Black folks look bad.&lt;br /&gt;Katie Holmes.  That girl ain't doing a damn thang to help Toledo's image.  People didn't know wheer we were, not that they know they probably think we're all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here.  All I do all day is talk about people, so I know I can go on all day.  I'll quit while I'm ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113652244585684383?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113652244585684383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113652244585684383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113652244585684383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113652244585684383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/lainas-05-picks.html' title='Laina&apos;s 05 Picks'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113649243110612885</id><published>2006-01-05T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:32:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He made me do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/jayce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/jayce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading the blog of one of my close friends and I stumbled across this survey.  I can't resist answering surveys, but I'm blaming it on him anyway.  &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/aliasthug"&gt;Aliasthug&lt;/a&gt; made me do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you gonna wait to have sex until you are married?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nah...too late for that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+gonna+wait+to+have+sex+until+you+are+married%3F" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your favorite thing to drink?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vodka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Whats+your+favorite+thing+to+drink%3F" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your favorite clothing brand?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adidas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Whats+your+favorite+clothing+brand%3F" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you think is the most hottest celebrity?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nelly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Who+do+you+think+is+the+most+hottest+celebrity%3F" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a bible hugger?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+bible+hugger%3F" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like little kids?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only my little kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+little+kids%3F" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you addicted to anything?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apple black n milds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+addicted+to+anything%3F" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are your pet peeves?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snotty nosed babies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+are+your+pet+peeves%3F" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are your turn- ons?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authority, country (Southern) accents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+are+your+turn-+ons%3F" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn- downs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad breath, anyone shorter than me (I'm kinda short)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Turn-+downs%3F" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats song do you listen to the most?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Place - Tweet &amp;amp; Love for Free - Rell are a tie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Whats+song+do+you+listen+to+the+most%3F" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your favorite thing to do?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss my son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Whats+your+favorite+thing+to+do%3F" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your favorite fast-food place?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;McDonalds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Whats+your+favorite+fast-food+place%3F" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think your tough?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No...maybe over the phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+your+tough%3F" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever beat up someone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course...at least I think I did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+ever+beat+up+someone%3F" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Doritos or Pringles?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doritos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Doritos+or+Pringles%3F" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you brush your teeth regularly?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+brush+your+teeth+regularly%3F" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tight fitting jeans or loose fitting jeans? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Tight+fitting+jeans+or+loose+fitting+jeans%3F+" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow Jordans I got in 2002&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favorite+pair+of+shoes%3F" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red sweatshirt and black lounge pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+are+you+wearing+right+now%3F" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many people do you have a crush on right now?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+many+people+do+you+have+a+crush+on+right+now%3F" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a player?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm tryna recover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+player%3F" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you racist?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No...I'm too close to both sides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+racist%3F" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="If+you+could......." name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Take back anything what would it be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruining every vehicle my son's father drives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Take+back+anything+what+would+it+be%3F" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go anywhere in the world right now for a week where would it be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rome to study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Go+anywhere+in+the+world+right+now+for+a+week+where+would+it+be%3F" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go skydiving tomorrow would you be afraid to?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Go+skydiving+tomorrow+would+you+be+afraid+to%3F" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Make a wish right now, what would you wish for?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heat in my car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Make+a+wish+right+now%2C+what+would+you+wish+for%3F" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get a job right now... where would you wanna work?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;African American History Museum in Detroit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Get+a+job+right+now...+where+would+you+wanna+work%3F" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Spend a million dollars what would you spend it on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Spend+a+million+dollars+what+would+you+spend+it+on%3F" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113649243110612885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113649243110612885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-made-me-do-it.html' title='He made me do it...'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113634760134791005</id><published>2006-01-03T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:11:16.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Ends</title><content type='html'>The Closer series comes to end.  I got new inspiration for volumes III and IV.  That Detroit thing didn't work out so well, but sumthin else did.  So I give you &lt;em&gt;Closer III: Ecstacy (explicit)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Closer IV: loveme&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 X - JaRule f./ Missy and Tweet&lt;br /&gt;2 Oh Na Na Na Na - Lil John f./ Oobie&lt;br /&gt;3 I Can Tell - 504&lt;br /&gt;4 You Already Know - 112&lt;br /&gt;5 Signs of Lovemaking - Tyrese&lt;br /&gt;6 Seduction - Usher&lt;br /&gt;7 Do What It Do - Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;8 My Place - Tweet&lt;br /&gt;9 On Top of Me - Tyrese&lt;br /&gt;10 Xtasy - Missy&lt;br /&gt;11 C'mere - Bilal&lt;br /&gt;12 T-Shirt - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;13 Cab Ride - Tweet&lt;br /&gt;14 Touchin' - R. Kelly f./ Nivea&lt;br /&gt;15 When We Make Love - Ginuwine&lt;br /&gt;16 Pushin' Inside You - Sons of Funk&lt;br /&gt;17 Naked - Marques Houston&lt;br /&gt;18 Juicy - Pretty Ricky f./ Static&lt;br /&gt;19 Get It Wet - Twista&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 I Think I Love You - Dwele&lt;br /&gt;2 Love of My Life - Erykah Badu f./ Common&lt;br /&gt;3 I Still Love You - 702&lt;br /&gt;4 I Love U - Making the Band 3, Season 1&lt;br /&gt;5 Make Love - Angie Stone f./ Musiq&lt;br /&gt;6 Love For Free - Rell f./ Jay - Z&lt;br /&gt;7 Unbreakable - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;8 Feel Like Makin' Love - D'Angelo&lt;br /&gt;9 Good Love - R.L.&lt;br /&gt;10 Everything I Do - Bilal &amp; Beyonce &lt;br /&gt;11 Turn the Lights Down Low - Bob Marley &amp; Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;12 Love It - Bilal&lt;br /&gt;13 Beautiful - Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;14 My First Love - Anthony Hamilton f./ LaToiya Williams&lt;br /&gt;15 Love Is What We're Making - R. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;16 25 Reasons - Nivea &lt;br /&gt;17 I'll Make Love To You (Remix) - Boyz II Men (This is the sexiest shit I've heard in the last decade!)&lt;br /&gt;18 Trippin' - Total f./ Missy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these CDs are dedicated to make my off-again-on-again.  Hopefully he'll feel them and understand exactly where I was coming from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113634760134791005?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113634760134791005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113634760134791005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113634760134791005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113634760134791005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/saga-ends.html' title='The Saga Ends'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113615363756283483</id><published>2006-01-01T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:24:05.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venni Vitti Vicci</title><content type='html'>The year 2005 was my biggest year of Oops.  I had a baby by the cousin of a guy I was pursuing to make him jealous.  I ended my relationship with someone that I had been dating on/off since 2000, eventhough he was wonderful and accepted me and my pregnant situation.  I started a relationship with my bd until I caught him cheating with one of his other bms (there's seven of us).  I ran them off the road at 100 mph.  I spent all my savings on my bd who was probably spending on his other bm (who he lives with).   I ended up homeless living out of my car, with a baby.  I missed tons of school, eventually passing with C's in every class (I'm still not sure how).  I ended the year by pursuing the cousin all over again, who played me like 2005 trash as the ball dropped.  I celebrated the new year with the on/off guy...which is who I should've been with this whole time.  I got issues!  I told him that I'm gonna marry him someday, but I guess I gotta get my sh-- together if I'm gonna marry anybody.  I've been carrying on like a Jerry Springer guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113615363756283483?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113615363756283483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113615363756283483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113615363756283483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113615363756283483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/venni-vitti-vicci.html' title='Venni Vitti Vicci'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113565075762901704</id><published>2005-12-26T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:32:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismaramadanzakuh and the Holiday Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/14378328_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/14378328_F_tn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although my Christmas was fantabulous and I got almost everything I wanted, I have to beef about this meshing together of holidays and the political correct gurus that want me to call my beloved Christmas tree a fuckin' Holiday tree.  First off, I'm a very traditonal girl, and I'm going to celebrate Christmas, nothing more, nothing less.  I once dated a muslim and every year around Christmas, my family would grill me about choosing a belief or a holiday to celebrate cuz I couldn't do Christmas and Ramadan...not that I would try to do both anyway.  I much as I was in love with that cat, I could not cross over.  I new that I wanted some ham hocks in my greens on Christmas.  In my firmest opinion, two people of separate beliefs cannot make it.  Someone has to convert.  You can fast while that other one of you is eating ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for these Holiday tree cooks...GET YOUR OWN DAMN TREE AND LEAVE OURS ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about Hannakuh or Kwanzaa, but if they want a tree...get a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing:  I'm not Chef Boyardee, but why does everyone over sage there damn dressing (stuffing)?  I know you don't get to use it much, but Christmas isn't a good reason to empty the jar.  This is why I choice to eat at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113565075762901704?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113565075762901704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113565075762901704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113565075762901704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113565075762901704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/chrismaramadanzakuh-and-holiday-tree.html' title='Chrismaramadanzakuh and the Holiday Tree'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113537837497234598</id><published>2005-12-23T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:52:54.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixtape 102</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/bilal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/bilal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wans gonna write about something else today, but I let time get away from me.  Now I'm gonna talk about mixtapes.  I believe in trilogies, sequels, and prequels...and all that.  So my CD &lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt; has a part deux.  It's called &lt;strong&gt;Closer II: iwantu&lt;/strong&gt;.  I has the same formula.  There's four songs either titled "I Want You," or with that phrase in the chorus.  And it's dedicated to my Detroit friend.  Once again, I won't name names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 I Want You - Erykah Badu&lt;br /&gt;2 Rhythm of Life - Kindred the Family Soul&lt;br /&gt;3 Exclusively - Anthony Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;4 I Want You - Floetry&lt;br /&gt;5 Old Lovas - Dwele&lt;br /&gt;6 Honey Molassess (First edit) - Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;7 Infatueighties - Musiq&lt;br /&gt;8 Kiss Me On My Neck - Erykah Badu&lt;br /&gt;9 Let Me In - Floetry&lt;br /&gt;10 Together - Dwele&lt;br /&gt;11 He Loves Me - Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;12 How Does It Feel - D'Angelo&lt;br /&gt;13 In Love With You - Erykah Badu&lt;br /&gt;14 Comes To Light - Jill Scott&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a rush, I forgot to add Angie Stone and Bilal to this CD.  Look for them on Closer III, coming soon to a blog near you! Oh yeah, Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas!  Happy Channakuh (I know I misspelled that)!  Happy Kwanza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/1101_angie_stone_a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/1101_angie_stone_a.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113537837497234598?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113537837497234598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113537837497234598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113537837497234598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113537837497234598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/mixtape-102.html' title='Mixtape 102'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113512819956162457</id><published>2005-12-20T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:59:22.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Donna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/donnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/donnat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guarantee every guy that reads this will think it is gay, but women will understand.  I miss my bestfriend, Donna.  I haven't seen here since my baby shower in baby shower back in March.  Back in our early college days we spent a lot of time together.  She hipped me on to a lot of music.  She helped me with my writing.  Before I met her, I didn't even know what size I wore in women's clothes.  She's like my sister.  I don't have many friends in Toledo, so I don't have much fun.  I used to visit Columbus a lot, but a baby changes things.  As a tribute to my bestest friend in the world, here are some things about &lt;a href="http://pinkghetto.blogspot.com"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First thing she said when we met:&lt;/strong&gt; "You're boyfriend looks gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My nickname for her:&lt;/strong&gt; Donni or Mica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food we could eat forever:&lt;/strong&gt; Salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies we watched everyday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belly_%28film%29"&gt;Belly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Best_Man_%281999_film%29"&gt;The Best Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys I've introduced her to:&lt;/strong&gt; Craig (thought you were gonna marry him), Dee, Dexter, Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What she called her dorm room:&lt;/strong&gt; The Penthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only rule of The Penthouse:&lt;/strong&gt; No one talks bad about D'Angelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albums she helped me appreciate:&lt;/strong&gt; Urban Hang Suite, VooDoo, Subject, Mama's Gun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things we have in common:&lt;/strong&gt; We hate weave.  We love sexy shoes.  We're recovering &lt;em&gt;Sims&lt;/em&gt; adicts.  We write.  We can't live without men, candles, or lip gloss.  At one point we both had fros (I just had to get a relaxer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby shower gift she bought that I still use:&lt;/strong&gt; OSU onesie (Well, I try to use it, he can't fit it too well anymore.)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/donna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/donna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst trip we ever took:&lt;/strong&gt; Block party 2000 ties with Alpha Aqua Cabaret in Xenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best trip we ever took:&lt;/strong&gt; Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys she's introduced me to:&lt;/strong&gt; Curtis, Rod, Rue, Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places in Columbus I'm hooked on because of her:&lt;/strong&gt;  Singing Dog, Grinders, On the Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I admire about her:&lt;/strong&gt;  Her ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why she's my best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; She understands how crazy I am, and she still wants to be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113512819956162457?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113512819956162457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113512819956162457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113512819956162457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113512819956162457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/ode-to-donna.html' title='Ode to Donna'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113500764603861999</id><published>2005-12-19T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:05:42.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Aren't I cute without make-up?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pictures.  I love taking pictures.  I make my son take pictures.  Everyone in my family loves pictures.  So of course we had to take family pictures just in time for Christmas.  Take a peek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, my son Evan, and my sister Jasmin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My 8 month old son Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 16 year old sister Jazzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/fampic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/fampic6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan reppin' OSU&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113500764603861999?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113500764603861999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113500764603861999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113500764603861999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113500764603861999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113469177133586147</id><published>2005-12-15T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:24:16.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Laina Wilson Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/curious2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/curious2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is a lot different for me than other people.  I didn't get the element of surprise when I get gifts.  When I was 16, my mom went Christmas shopping, came home, and made me wrap all my own gifts.  She did it to both of my sisters as well.  Since I know what I'm getting, I stopped telling what I wanted.  Now that I'm a mothr myself I can't wait for my son to open his gifts and become overjoyed because Mommy Claus granted all his Christmas wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told my best, &lt;a href="http://pinkghetto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mica&lt;/a&gt;, that I was gonna steal her idea.  And since I haven't written a wish list in almost ten years, I gonna do that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.britneyspearsbeauty.com/Britney/curious.html"&gt;Curious by Britney Spears &lt;/a&gt;- I only wore body spray before I smelt this.  Shar, this is how she stole your husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sexy, knee-high, black leather boots - I haven't had any of these since high school.  My sister gave me a pair back in September, but they'r two sizes too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A new cell phone - The phone I have now is tore up from the floor up.  Threre's no antenna and it always hangs up on people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/boots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/boots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sex - This is something I definitely don't need, but I really want.  Apparently the Curious ain't workin' right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Heat - My hoopty rollin'...heat don't work and my son keep naggin'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://ps2.ign.com/objects/497/497001.html"&gt;Playboy: The Mansion &lt;/a&gt;for PS2 - This is Hugh Hefner meets The Sims.  I love this game.  If I can't get it, Hef will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I won't get everything on my least.  If I can at least get some Curious and some sex, I'll be happy as a lark.  Maybe if somebody gets me some Curious, it'll lead to sex.  In those words of the great E. Badu &lt;strong&gt;"I want somebody to walk up behind me and kiss me on my neck..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113469177133586147?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113469177133586147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113469177133586147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113469177133586147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113469177133586147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/laina-wilson-christmas.html' title='A Laina Wilson Christmas'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113467868831667132</id><published>2005-12-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:34:53.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is some spooky sh--!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/tookie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/tookie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that everyone had a twin.  I figure that I have two twins, my mother and my son.  Now I think I've stumbled upon the twin of the late Tookie Williams; my uncle Leon.  Just look at 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/leoncris.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/leoncris.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need some new contacts, but these cats look just alike.  Tell me I'm lying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113467868831667132?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113467868831667132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113467868831667132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113467868831667132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113467868831667132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-some-spooky-sh.html' title='This is some spooky sh--!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113461115679731912</id><published>2005-12-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:43:33.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Card Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/meijer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/meijer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who came up with the idea for gift cards, but they had to be lazy.  Giving someone a gift is is the laziest, most uncreative way to gift give.  I mean, if you are doing some long distance gift-giving, then, that's okay.  But if I live around the corner, why you wanna give me a gift card?  Cuz you lazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gift cards are every freakin where.  I told my friend Juice the other day, "If anyone gives me an &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/usa/shop/archcard.html"&gt;Arch Card&lt;/a&gt;, I'm gonna whoop they ass!  Fuck it, just buy me the Value Meal.  And then there's the Wal-mart Queen Latifah gift card.  She's pretty and all, but why would anyone want her on their gift card?  For 88 cents you could put your own family picture on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're at the gas station, they're at the mall, they're at the video store.  Something's gotta give people.  GIMME SOME MONEY!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/target.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/target.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you gift cardies, here's a list of my favorite places with gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.famvid.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=202331"&gt;Family Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com/"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fridays.com/giftcards.htm?CID=CPC"&gt;T.G.I.Friday's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://target.com/target_group/giftcards/index.jhtml"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/giftcards?path=0%3A2637%3A96894"&gt;Wal*mart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113461115679731912?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113461115679731912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113461115679731912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113461115679731912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113461115679731912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/gift-card-frenzy.html' title='Gift Card Frenzy'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113460012515229355</id><published>2005-12-14T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:41:11.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/loud_family_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/loud_family_1973.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I been watchin' &lt;a href="http://www.realitytvlinks.com/"&gt;Reality shows&lt;/a&gt; for a while now and it has become must-see tv for me.  But what is reality tv, really?  I know in my life time I've never been followed around by cameras.  I've never been forced to live on an island, or in a house with strangers.  I never been forced to eat strange things, or forced to challenge people for my next meal.  &lt;strong&gt;Who's reality is this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first "reality" show was aired in 1973 on PBS titled &lt;em&gt;An American Family&lt;/em&gt;.  Cameras followed the Louds, a family in the midst of a divorce.  The member of the family most remembered was &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/lanceloud/lance/"&gt;Lance Loud&lt;/a&gt;, who the first reality tv star, as well as the first openly gay man to appear on television.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have several, some interesting and some absolutely ridiculous.  I'll cover a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challengers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the shows that make you do things for something.  They can be labeled as game shows, but to me, a game show is like &lt;em&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/em&gt;.  These are my favorites.  I'm gonna break these down into sub-categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need A Job Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apprentice, The Ultimate Hustler, Hell's Kitchen, Project Runway, Wickedly Perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/aubrey_l3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/aubrey_l3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These all promise you some type of career after the completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything Cuz I'm Broke Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear Factor, Survivor, Amazing Race, The Will, The Benefactor, Big Brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta do a lot of stupid stuff, but if you win, you get a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent Shows Tier 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;American Idol, Star Search, Popstars, Last Comic Standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to perform on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent Shows Tier 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making the Band, America's Next Top Model, Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model Search&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta live on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Wants To Be A Millionaire Athlete Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Contender, The Next Great Champ, The Ultimate Fighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotional Challengers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the shows in which people seek love and affection, psychiatriac help, or whatever it is they're after.  These are broken into sub-categories as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get So Lonely Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dating Game, The Bachelor, Average Joe, Blind Date, Joe Millionaire, Next, Room Raiders, Elimidate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on these shows act a damn fool for some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunctional Family Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trading Spouses, WifeSwap, Nanny 911, Super Nanny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear Jerkers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extreme Makeover, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, The Swan, The Biggest Loser, Starting Over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone allways cries, and there's always a life changing event occurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell All Your Business Shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheaters, The Ultimate Love Test, The Real World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't tell, the camera will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/vegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Challenge, We're Already Rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored Ass Celebrities Tier I:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/bobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/bobby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newlyweds, Britney and Kevin: Choatic, Strange Love, Til Death Do Us Part: Carmen &amp; Dave&lt;/em&gt;These are the couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored Ass Celebrities Tier II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surreal Life, Celebrity Fit Club, The Mole, But Can They Sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are usually the wash-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored Ass Celebrities Tier III:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run's House, Meet the Barkers, The Osbournes, Being Bobby Brown, Hogan Knows Best, Growing Up Gotti&lt;/em&gt;These are the family shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't forget the traditional talk show.  Things are so crazy now days, you can't actually tell if they're real situations, but let's pay homage anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey, Maury Povich, Tyra Banks, Jerry Springer, Ricky Lake, Phil Donahue, and all the many others that have come over our airways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113460012515229355?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113460012515229355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113460012515229355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113460012515229355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113460012515229355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/whos-reality.html' title='Who&apos;s Reality'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113451554503228223</id><published>2005-12-13T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:33:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour Out a Little Liquor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/180px-Nipsey_russell.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/180px-Nipsey_russell.1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going to do this days ago with the shock of the death of the world's best comedian, but I decided to wait to see if I had to add the name of a person that shouldn't even be on this list.  These are the names of some of the notable people that have passed in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Williams"&gt;Stanley "Tookie" Williams&lt;/a&gt;, 51, co-founder of the Crips, Youth activist, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Pryor"&gt;Richard Pryor&lt;/a&gt;, 65, comedian, actor, writer, director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_parks"&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/a&gt;, 92, civil rights activist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nipsey_Russell"&gt;Nipsey Russell&lt;/a&gt;, 80, actor, comedian, poet, The Tin Man in &lt;strong&gt;The Wiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_Wilson"&gt;August Wilson&lt;/a&gt;, 60, playwright, &lt;strong&gt;Fences&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Piano Lesson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/180px-Shirley_Chisholm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/180px-Shirley_Chisholm.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Morita"&gt;Pat Morita&lt;/a&gt;, 73, actor, best known for his role as Mr. Miyogi in &lt;strong&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/strong&gt; ("Wax on, wax off.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Adams"&gt;Don Adams&lt;/a&gt;, 82, actor,  best known as Maxwell Smart on &lt;em&gt;Get Smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Denver"&gt;Bob Denver&lt;/a&gt;, 70, actor, best known for his role as Gilligan on &lt;em&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_Sternbach"&gt;Leo Sternbach&lt;/a&gt;, 97, chemist, invented Valium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Jennings"&gt;Peter Jennings&lt;/a&gt;, 67, news anchor, ABC News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashley_Burns"&gt;Ashley Burns&lt;/a&gt;, 14, Massachusetts cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LaToyia_Figueroa"&gt;LaToyia Figueroa&lt;/a&gt;, 24, Disappearance sparked the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missing_White_Women_Syndrome"&gt;"Missing White Women Syndrome"&lt;/a&gt; because it was ignored by media focusing on Natalee Holloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luther_Vandross"&gt;Luther Vandross&lt;/a&gt;, 54, song-writer, R&amp;B artist, (This was the real King of R&amp;B, Whitney!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Bancroft"&gt;Anne Bancroft&lt;/a&gt;, 73, Oscar-winning actress, best known for role as Mrs. Robinson in &lt;strong&gt;The Graduate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/230px-Richardpryor.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/230px-Richardpryor.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_John_Paul_II"&gt;Pope John Paul II&lt;/a&gt;, 84, 20th century pope of the Roman Catholic Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Bell"&gt;William J. Bell&lt;/a&gt;, 78, creator of &lt;em&gt;The Young and the Restless&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Bold and the Beautiful&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnnie_Cochran"&gt;Johnnie Cochran&lt;/a&gt;, 67, lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_De_Lorean"&gt;John DeLorean&lt;/a&gt;, 80, auto maker (&lt;strong&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/strong&gt; car), also known for being a drug dealer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Miller"&gt;Arthur Miller&lt;/a&gt;, 89, playwright, &lt;strong&gt;The Crucible &lt;/strong&gt;(one of my favorite books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ossie_Davis"&gt;Ossie Davis&lt;/a&gt;, 87, actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Carson"&gt;Johnnie Carson&lt;/a&gt;, 79, comedian, host of &lt;em&gt;The Tonight Show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shirley_Chisholm"&gt;Shirley Chisolm&lt;/a&gt;, 80, politican, first Black woman to serve in Congress, first woman to run for President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nordicware.com/david/"&gt;H. David Dalquist&lt;/a&gt;, 86, creator of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bundt_cake"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bundt&lt;/strong&gt; cake&lt;/a&gt; pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makgatho_Mandela"&gt;Makgatho Mandela&lt;/a&gt;, 54, son of Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamont_Bentley"&gt;Lamont Bentley&lt;/a&gt;, 31, actor, best known as Hakeem on &lt;em&gt;Moesha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113451554503228223?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113451554503228223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113451554503228223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113451554503228223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113451554503228223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/pour-out-little-liquor.html' title='Pour Out a Little Liquor'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113417547563898955</id><published>2005-12-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:47:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F--k P.C.!</title><content type='html'>I know that in this day in age, it is proper to be politically incorrect.  That is just a man-made phrase for "being polite."  Well today I choose to say fuck it, cuz I read some shit that was funny as hell and I want to share it with you.  My girl &lt;a href="http://members.blackplanet.com/soft_melody"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; emailed this to me.  She got it off of somebody's webpage.  I wish I knew who so I could give them credit.  Anyway, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS BLACK AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT WHITE PEOPLE WONT ADMIT&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/elvis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Elvis is dead.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus was not white.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rap music is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kissing your pet is not cute or clean.&lt;br /&gt;5. Skinny does not equal sexy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thomas Jefferson had black kids.&lt;br /&gt;7. A 5 year old child is too big for a stroller.&lt;br /&gt;8. N'Sync will never hold a candle to the Jackson 5.&lt;br /&gt;9. An occasional BUTT whooping helps a child stay in line.&lt;br /&gt;10. Having your children curse you out in public is not normal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS WHITE AND BLACK PEOPLE KNOW, BUT HISPANIC PEOPLE WONT ADMIT&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/homies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/homies3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hickies are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken is food, not a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus is not a name for your son.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your country's flag is not a car decoration. &lt;br /&gt;5. Maria is a name but not for every other daughter.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Jump out and run" is not in any insurance policies.&lt;br /&gt;7. 10 people to a car is considered too many.&lt;br /&gt;8. Buttoning just the top button of your shirt is a bad fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mami and Papi cant possibly be the nickname of every person in your family.&lt;br /&gt;10. Letting your children run wildly through the store is not normal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS WHITE AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT BLACK PEOPLE WONT ADMIT&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/O_J_Simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/O_J_Simpson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O.J. did it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tupac is dead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Teeth should not be decorated.&lt;br /&gt;4. Weddings should start on time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your pastor doesnt know everything.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jesse Jackson will never be President.&lt;br /&gt;7. RED is not a kool-aid flavor, it's a color.&lt;br /&gt;8. Church does not require expensive clothes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Crown Royal bags are meant to be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your rims and sound system should not be worth more than your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113417547563898955?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113417547563898955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113417547563898955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113417547563898955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113417547563898955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/f-k-pc.html' title='F--k P.C.!'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113409124095229842</id><published>2005-12-08T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:53:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laina's 20 Questions</title><content type='html'>I haven't opened a Vibe Magazine in a long time, but my favorite part has always been the 20 questions.  Well, today, I'm gonna list my 20 questions; my take on pop culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; 1.  Why is Kanye West so damn angry?&lt;br /&gt; 2.  Were the judges sick of Black girls winning &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; 3.  Does Mariah Carey realize that she's 35 years old?&lt;br /&gt; 4.  Why did 50 Cent win so many &lt;strong&gt;Billboard Awards&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; 5.  Is Destiny's Child breaking up because they realize that Michelle Williams is ruining it for everybody?&lt;br /&gt; 6.  Don't runners-up have so much more fun after &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; 7.  What the hell is up with &lt;em&gt;The Road Show&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;BET&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; 8.  Why is it so freakin' cold in Ohio?&lt;br /&gt; 9.  Why is the group Pretty Ricky called Pretty Ricky?&lt;br /&gt;10.  Will people get sick of Jamie Foxx?&lt;br /&gt;11.  Is Eminem retiring?&lt;br /&gt;12.  Why does Ashanti have a greatest hits album?&lt;br /&gt;13.  When is my son gonna say, "Ma Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;14.  Why does George Bush hate Black people?&lt;br /&gt;15.  Will Dwele ever go on tour?&lt;br /&gt;16.  Why did Nick and Jessica really break up?&lt;br /&gt;17.  Is Katie Holmes as crazy as Tom Cruise?  (She's making Toledo look bad!)&lt;br /&gt;18.  Is the world coming to an end?&lt;br /&gt;19.  Why do the Nazis keep picking on Toledo?&lt;br /&gt;20.  Who will Puffy pick on tonight's finale of &lt;em&gt;Making The Band 3&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself these questions all the time.  Maybe you guys have an answer for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113409124095229842?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113409124095229842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113409124095229842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113409124095229842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113409124095229842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/lainas-20-questions.html' title='Laina&apos;s 20 Questions'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113396982985109211</id><published>2005-12-07T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:08:19.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad "F"in Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/sadav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/400/sadav.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had bad days in my life time.  There has been the "that time of the month" bad day.  There was the "my newborn won't go to sleep" bad day.  And the ever so popular "you're getting on my last nerves" bad day.  Today isn't one of those days.  It started off bad because I planned to get up at 6:45 a.m. and work on my term papers that are due today.  I didn't wake up until 8.  My son gave me a hard time about getting him dressed.  I had to scrape my car off cuz the heat and defrost dont' work.  I was late dropping my son off to daycare.  Then as soon as I pulled off from the daycare, I caught a stupid flat, the worst I've ever seen in my life.  Then when I got out to check the status of the flat, I felt the coldest breeze on my ass.  I just knew that I sat in something wet, but what.  When I got in the house I realized that my almost new corduroy army fatigue pants that I keep bragging about had split from my back bone to the top of my thigh.  I think God is laughing at me real hard, saying "Well, at least your tire was flat so you didn't walk onto campus with your butt out!"  My cousin picked me up for class, but I missed my first class, meaning no final exam review for Russian History.  Then I go pick up my son from daycare, and one of the providers tells me that she knew my pants had split, but she thought it was a fashion trend, so her ass kept it to herself.  I thought old ladies were supposed to be sweet, like grandmothers.  On top of that, my mom calls me and tells me that she cancelled our trip to Detroit, knowing that I had been looking forward to it for weeks.  (Remember, I have that crush up there...I told ya'll yesterday.)  It's still early, so maybe God is done razzin' me the day, I can go on drama free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113396982985109211?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113396982985109211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113396982985109211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113396982985109211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113396982985109211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-fin-day.html' title='Bad &quot;F&quot;in Day'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113392550447325428</id><published>2005-12-06T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:57:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixtape 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/dweleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/dweleg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make mixtapes because they're young, in-love, and can't afford a more expensive gift for their young love.  Some make mixtapes because they break-up, and they need to be musically reminded of why they should never fuck with their ex again.  Me, I just make them 'cause I'm bored, and some of them because I hope they can come into play when I'm lucky enuff to get &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;.  Well, anyway, I'm convinced that I've made one of the best neo-soul mixtapes in the world.  This one is a slow 'cause I'm hopin' to get sum real soon.  I've been unactive (and not by choice).  It included Floetry, Musiq, and my future-baby-daddy, &lt;a href="http://www.dwele.net/"&gt;Dwele&lt;/a&gt;.  Although she's the queen of Neo-Soul, I had to exclude &lt;a href="http://www.whoisjillscott.com/"&gt;Jill Scott&lt;/a&gt; because I have put "Cross My Mind" on way too many mixtapes including my relaxation CD to listen to while I was in labor, and that special CD for after the fact that I call "Long Six Weeks."  Anyway, I call this one &lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt;, for two reasons: There are three songs called "Closer" on there, and I'm tryna get &lt;em&gt;closer&lt;/em&gt; to a certain friend North on I-75...but I won't put him out there.  Here's my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;1 Mars/Venus Interlude - &lt;strong&gt;Koffee Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 Prototype - &lt;strong&gt;Andre 3000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 What Is Love? - &lt;strong&gt;Vivian Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Feelings - &lt;strong&gt;Floetry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 Beatuiful Surprise - India.Arie&lt;br /&gt; 6 Closer - &lt;strong&gt;Slum Village featuring Dwele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Closer - &lt;strong&gt;Floetry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Closer - &lt;strong&gt;Goapele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 One Mo'Gin - &lt;strong&gt;D'Angelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Soul Searchin' - &lt;strong&gt;Me'Shell Ndegeocello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Break You Off - &lt;strong&gt;The Roots featuring Musiq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Star - &lt;strong&gt;Kindred The Family Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Hello - &lt;strong&gt;Floetry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Settle For My Love - &lt;strong&gt;Musiq&lt;/strong&gt; (when he was still Soulchild)&lt;br /&gt;15 Qualified - &lt;strong&gt;Koffee Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Orange Moon - &lt;strong&gt;Erykah Badu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Love - &lt;strong&gt;Musiq Soulchild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/jillscott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/jillscott.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this CD because all but five seconds is used up and for some reason I cannot let an 80 minute CD go without filling it up.  This world is so wasteful!  Anyway if I'm successful I'll be telling more tales about this mixtape and many others in future posts.  I got my fingers crossed!! (Isn't Jill so pretty in this picture?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113392550447325428?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113392550447325428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113392550447325428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113392550447325428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113392550447325428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/mixtape-101.html' title='Mixtape 101'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113375248907541000</id><published>2005-12-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:00:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Tookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/tookie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/tookie.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know, &lt;a href="http://tookie.com"&gt;Stan "Tookie" Williams &lt;/a&gt;is scheduled to be executed on December 13th.  For those that don't know, Tookie Williams co-founded the Crips in 1971.  He was convicted of four murders 1981 and has been on death row ever since in San Quentin.  Tookie has written several books including a series of children's books that teach against gang-banging.  He has been nominated for the Nobel Prize every year since 2001, for both Peace and Literature.  Jamie Foxx potrayed him in the made for TV movie, &lt;em&gt;Redemption: The Stan Tookie Williams Story&lt;/em&gt;, last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many celebrites are rallying for Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger to grant Mr. Williams clemency.  Among those are Jamie Foxx, Elliott Gould, Danny Glover, Laurence Fishburne, Ted Danson, William Baldwin, Bob Saget, Harry Belafonte, Jessica Simpson, Edward Asner, Russell Crowe, Richard Dreyfuss, Nick Carter, Bianca Jagger; politicians Tom Hayden, Mario Cuomo and Bill Rosendahl; Nobel laureate Desmond Tutu; and the Reverend Jesse Jackson.  And we musn't forget Snoop Dogg who I've on CNN, MSNBC, and all over the net campaigning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't believe in the death penalty.  Life in prison is harsh enough.  If he truly committed these murders, he should pay with him freedom, not with his life.  This is not an eye for an eye society.  Plus there is all his activism that must show how much he has reformed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am down for the cause, and if you are, do something.  &lt;a href="http://www.petitionthem.com/?sect=detail&amp;pet=2240"&gt;Petition&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.savetookie.org/callthegovernor.html"&gt;call Arnold &lt;/a&gt;, be active so the forces that be can be reactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Schwarzenegger: governor@governor.ca.gov, 916-445-2841, 916-445-4833 (fax)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113375248907541000?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113375248907541000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113375248907541000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113375248907541000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113375248907541000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/save-tookie.html' title='Save Tookie'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113347807176082524</id><published>2005-12-01T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:12:59.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/aidsday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/aidsday.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is World AIDS Day, so pin on your red ribbon and support the cause!  World AIDS Day was started to raise awareness of the deadly disease and its impact on the entire world.  December 1, was chosen in remembrance of the first diagnosed case of AIDS on that date in 1981.  World AIDS started in 1988 and has gained attention with its celebrity supporters and themes.  This years theme is &lt;strong&gt;Stop AIDS: Keep the Promise &lt;/strong&gt;.  This will be the theme until 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called myself looking up a list of celebrities who have lost their lives to this disease thinking I would see only a few names, maybe 20, so I could list them here.  The list is well over a hundred people including Arthur Ashe (Tennis star d. 1993), Emilio Ardolino (filmmaker, &lt;em&gt;Sister Act &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Dirty Dancing &lt;/em&gt;d. 1993), Michael Jeter (Mr. Noodle on &lt;em&gt;Sesame Street &lt;/em&gt;d. 2003), and Makgatho Mandela (son of Nelson Mandela d. 2005).  People have to see this list, it shocked me to read some of the names on there. &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_HIV-positive_individuals"&gt;List Of HIV Positive Celebrities And Those That Have Succumb To AIDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/pinkco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/pinkco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a hosts of events around the world spreading awareness.  In Asia, they're rallying and giving away free condoms.  In the UK, Bono has his campaign going on with all his famous friends. &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.data.org/whyafrica/map"&gt;Bono's Why Africa Campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bush pledged to "save more lives."  A giant pink condom was placed on a tower in Buenos Aires to remind everyone that "you cannot lower your guard."  The United Nations is holding commemoration at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City, hosted by Rosie Perez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIDS is no joke.  I think the emergence of drugs and those silly ass commercials showing happy people with HIV and herpes has tricked everyone.  Saving a few extra dollars by leaving the latex at the drug store can lead to "trouble, trouble" (in the words of the great Dolla Bill).  Don't just be sticking the teaspoon in the unguarded honey pot, you'll have to worry about more than Winnie the Pooh.  Be safe people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113347807176082524?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113347807176082524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113347807176082524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113347807176082524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113347807176082524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255785.post-113339722783209457</id><published>2005-11-30T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:05:31.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black People and The Boondocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/1600/mcgruder_aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4572/1902/320/mcgruder_aaron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't yet figured out why black folks are so offended by Aaron McGruders comic strip come to "life" &lt;em&gt;The Boondocks&lt;/em&gt;, which airs Sunday nights on AdultSwim.  Everything you see in that one half hour show wraps up a weeks work of BS that you catch sitting around watching BET (or as I call the Bet-not Network, as in they Bet-not show that award show again).  The main characters Huey, Riley, and Granddad all remind me of people I know.  And I bet there are more people besides me that can relate to these characters.  I think Black people are used to The Simpsons, Family Guy, and American Dad.  I like those shows, but they're fictional and I can't relate to that mess.  Of course, it's a cartoon, so things will be animated, no pun intended.  The Boondocks confronts everyday issues that our race is confronted with, and in my opinion, it does it quite humorously.  The R. Kelly episode was funny as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.zap2it.com/20050822/boondocks_240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050822/boondocks_240_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need to do is support our people for the right reasons.  Be happy that Aaron McGruder isn't afraid to be controversial.  Be happy there are cartoons that look like us in primetime.  Shoot, be happy that Aaron McGruder didn't decide to take his talent and work for the creators of The Simpsons.  Those are the buffoons.  I say Riley Freeman an'nem are a step up from Bart an'nem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255785-113339722783209457?l=thesciencebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113339722783209457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19255785&amp;postID=113339722783209457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113339722783209457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19255785/posts/default/113339722783209457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesciencebaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-people-and-boondocks.html' title='Black People and The Boondocks'/><author><name>Always a Miss, Never a Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351152600414877839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vt3BDX7GOls/SPQWcGK4e9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LJvUDI2dGZ8/S220/MVC-167S.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
