<?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-14111285</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:44.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me if I Care</title><subtitle type='html'>These are just my thoughts and opinions. I try not to care so much, but I can't help it; it's just in my nature to care about those close to me. If you don't like my opinions..................ask me if I care!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-3759349578999069308</id><published>2007-03-01T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:44:37.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye at 200</title><content type='html'>So I made it to my 200th post… When I first started blogging I never imagined that I would be around this long. I never imagined that blogging would be this addictive. I was so into blogging, I didn’t even realize when I made it to post 100… I was at post 114 and was like, dag… I missed my 100th post! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging back in 2005 when I was at my first job out of college. GTL was on the blog-scene so I decided to join him. Plus at the time, I was stressed about work and my at-the-time “roommate” and needed to vent. At that time, I was a lurker. I read the blogs of GTL friends and their friends… but never commented. Don’t know why… just never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I was on GTL’s page and saw a comment from our homie Kween… After that, it was a rap! I saw links on her page to D. Dot “the King” and that’s when I first got addicted to blogger. I switched jobs, and I was so bored at my new place of employment.. I mean I literally was on D. Dot’s page all day like it was a chat room. I had so much fun. That’s when I was first introduced to so many bloggers on my blogroll: Laa, Chele, BklynDiva, No1Special, Missy Mizz JJ and SanginDiva to name a few… these ladies were mad cool! Of course so many women in one area leads to drama… but not with these ladies… There were other chicks there in the “kingdom” that couldn’t stand me and Kween.. but as my blog says “Ask me if I care!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I met so many other wonderful people by hitting up their blogrolls and comment sections… (Freaky Deaky, LadyNay, Royce’s Daughter, Organized Noise, Rob Mack, The Mistress) And to my surprise, other’s found me! Honey-Libra, Luvin’ Me, Thoughts of a Southern Gal, Yazmar… I was like “Wow! I’m interesting to someone!” LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time moved on and we got to know more about each other online, I had the pleasure of actually meeting a few of them in person: BklynDiva, Missy, G-Mo, Enigma, Dynasty, SomeOne, Honey-Libra, LadyNay, Laa, Organized Noise, and Cool AC. Hanging out with these folks was a lot of fun. So much fun that we plan to do it again real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has helped me get through so many long, boring days at work. It has introduced me to so many wonderful people that I plan to keep in my life for a long time… And it all started here at Blogger.…&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time for me to say goodbye….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/ReeOXUYk5gI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y-IHHrqtJGA/s1600-h/bye.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037151239497115138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/ReeOXUYk5gI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y-IHHrqtJGA/s400/bye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not leaving for good… Just blogger. I gave up cursing so I can’t say how I really feel about this crappy blogsite… just know that I think it sucks monkey balls! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me at a new location: &lt;a href="http://itrynot2care.wordpress.com"&gt;http://itrynot2care.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; I’m still trying not to care about people so much… but it’s still so hard! So everything is pretty much remaining the same (except the blogsite of course!) Update ya'll sites! I hope that if I decide to stick around another 200 posts… that you guys will stick with me :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-3759349578999069308?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/3759349578999069308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=3759349578999069308&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3759349578999069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3759349578999069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-at-200.html' title='Goodbye at 200'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/ReeOXUYk5gI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y-IHHrqtJGA/s72-c/bye.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-6562124889546438010</id><published>2007-02-21T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:33:53.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent &amp; Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Update: I had a freaking blast on the ski trip this weekend. Since the next post is post 200... I'm not going to post about the ski trip until post 201... Plus I still haven't uploaded my pictures. But.. I won't be posting post 200 until the end of this week because I have a paper/presentation to do, as well as study for a test... all due Thursday... You guys may see me pop up in ya'll comment sections from time-to-time (when I need a quick break from school work) but I won't be around all like that this week.... Hope all is well with you :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Ash Wednesday which marks the start of Lent… the 40 days and nights before Easter… In the Catholic Church, we give up something dear to you during this time in order to become closer to God. (I believe they do this in other denominations of Christianity.. but I don’t for sure.) Anyways… I was debating what I was going to give up… I thought about sex but that wouldn’t be fair to GTL. I thought about sodas… but whenever I drink too much, I need ginger ale in the morning…. I thought about fast foods, but since I’ve started trying to lose weight, I don’t eat fast food that much anymore…. I’ve thought about alcohol… but let’s face it, I’m a lush and I don’t have the will power to stop. LOL. So I think I’m going to give up profanity. I try to tone it down here on the blog… but umm.. I curse like a sailor for real. So I think that’s what I’m giving up… I’m also going to work on some other personal things within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day for me… People get a 3-day weekend and come back RETARDED!!! We were sooo busy yesterday and I hated it. And I have a bunch of other stuff going on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9th is starting to give me a headache… well not the day itself, but the owner of the club. First, he wanted to rent out the 3rd floor b/c that’s guaranteed money for him… Ok, but what about us? No offense, but we’re going to NEED all 3 floors of that club for our guests to be comfortable. If we only have the first 2 floors to deal with, they’re going to be cramped and probably (1) leave early (2) never come back to one of our events again (3) depending on how packed it is in there, niggas may get the fighting cause drinks are getting spilled on them and they keep getting bumped into… I can go on and on about what could happen if all we had were 2 floors. So I drafted this nice long email (since dude never called me back) expressing my concerns. He replies back w/ “The event will be moved, but I need to know how many people you plan to have.” I want to curse w/ this answer!!!! But I’ll just say, I don’t know. How can I say how many people exactly we’re going to have… Just cause we have 150-200 people on our email list, doesn’t mean that that’s all we’re going to have there. Who knows who they’re going to bring with them. And it also doesn’t mean that just b/c they’re on our list, they’re going to come. And what about the people that we know that’s NOT on our email list? And what about all the people that we’re promoting to???? He’s pissing me off. I’m coming to learn that the club owners in this city are shady! And I ain’t got time! Hopefully our next experience in May will be a lot smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 more classes left for this session… I have a paper, presentation and a test next Thursday. I was supposed to work on my paper this week, but I couldn’t b/c I need approval from my teacher 1st (on the topic) and also, I had to wash clothes and pack for this ski trip. Although I’m excited about going, it comes at the most inopportune time. So next week I’ll have to read 4 boring ass chapters to study for my test, as well as write a 3 page paper and prepare a presentation. I thought about taking my book on the trip to read on the bus… But once everybody gets to drinking on there, I’m sure they’re going to be nice &amp; loud &amp;amp; rowdy, so what’s the point? Monday was supposed to be a day of rest, but It’ll be spend reading and writing. Sucks to be me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** On a lighter note... One more post until 200 ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-6562124889546438010?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/6562124889546438010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=6562124889546438010&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/6562124889546438010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/6562124889546438010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/lent-stress.html' title='Lent &amp; Stress'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-4763800310911997604</id><published>2007-02-19T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:52:36.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend wasn’t too exciting… Friday I was supposed to go to 2 separate happy hours, but plans got changed. So I did nothing. I watched TV, I don’t remember the last time I watch Vegas and Numbers…. It was great! I was well rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work this weekend at my part-time job. That was…. that. LOL. After work, I went home, and Twin and I went to a Wine Tasting w/ an after party. That was cool. We were there to promote March 9th… but of course we got our party on. Why can’t men just hold a conversation with someone without trying to hit on them? Why can’t they just dance with someone without trying to hit on them? Geesh! We got there about 8:30PM and stayed until about 12:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine tasting was bootleg. It was supposed to be from 7PM-10PM. They said that it actually ends at 9:30PM.. tell me why they were shutting shit down at 9:10? And the dude that they had pouring the wine didn’t know much about wines. They had ONE bottle of about 8 different wines and once they ran out, it was gone. Half of the wines that they had, they didn’t serve at the club. We were like WTF? So after that was over, I kindly went to the bar, and got myself some Hennessy! Twin and I did a lot of promoting… damn near all the cards that we had to pass out, were gone. I met this one dude that does flyers &lt;a href="”www.hardworkcompanyinc.com”"&gt;Check him out here&lt;/a&gt;. After he saw the card that we were handing out (that I made) he was trying to hire me. We’ll see if that was just the alcohol talking or what… but anyway to make some more money…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this old dude (he was the picture guy) walked up to me &amp;amp; Twin while we were sitting down. He asked were we ready to get our picture taken, we were like sure. His flash was bright as hell! So we asked to see the pic to make sure, our eyes weren't closed. We were like, it's cool. 5 min later, he came back w/ a hard copy for us to purchase... Umm.. when the hell did we say we were going to buy a picture? LOL. And the way a picture looks on the camera, compared to printed out.. is a lot different b/c the picture looked a mess... our eyes weren't closed, but they were on their way! He got mad and was like... you said OK to the picture before I printed it.. and we were like, and we thought you were going to post the picture on the website! Not try and sell it to us. I thought if you WANTED your picture taken in the club, you go to the camera man yourself, not have the camera man try to force you buy a picture. LOL. He had an attitude w/ us. Oh well! That was his dumbness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. was tax day. I did my taxes, GTL taxes, and my mom’s taxes. I know, Freaky, it’s good to break even.. but shit! I want a large refund! LOL. I always get a few bucks back from Federal, but never a lot… and I always owe bullshit ass MD something! Oh well…. When I have kids… I won’t have that problem! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work… I went to Kween’s house. We started back up our Sunday dinners. Last night was Mexican night… that was muy delisciouso! LOL – I stole that from my Twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… I’m at work… because it’s a holiday, we split the shifts up into 5 hours shifts. I’m working 11AM to 4PM… and it’s pretty quiet, so I’m not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the ski trip… I’m getting a little excited now. I think once I have my shit packed, I’ll really be excited! I have to get some ski gloves… and I’m looking for those hats that cover your face… everything but the eyes. My one co-worker said I should get some goggles… I don’t plan on skiing like that, but we’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-4763800310911997604?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/4763800310911997604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=4763800310911997604&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4763800310911997604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4763800310911997604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-weekend-wasnt-too-exciting-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-7002717000103215304</id><published>2007-02-16T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:44:03.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so everyone wants to know what was exchanged for Valentine’s Day. Well, like I said GTL and I have big plans for this year so we can’t afford to spend a bunch of money of gifts for trivial holidays. We know we love each other… we don’t need a holiday to express that love to one another…. Anyways… Like I said, last week was Restaurant Week, I treated to dinner on Friday and that was my pre-Valentine’s Day gift… and I gave him a card.  On Valentine’s Day, I gave him another card and a heart-shaped box of Russell Stover’s Chocolate.  He cooked for me… And he gave me a purse &amp; a wallet &amp; a shorty of Hennessy.  We spent the evening sipping wine, playing cards, and watching TV.  It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my Twin and I will be going to a happy hour… gotta get my promotions on. We were supposed to go out last night… but um… it was 18 degrees outside when I got out of class! Fuck that! That’s way too cold! We’re doing the happy hour, cause it ends at 11PM… and I work at my part-time job this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was off on MLK day, I have to work on President’s Day… but I only have to work 5 hours.  I get to sleep in, cause I chose to work the 11AM-4PM shift… So I think I may look for something to get into on Sunday night… I have to see how cold it is outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly approaching post 200 (3 more to go!) I know what I’m going to do for that post too! It should be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on with you people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-7002717000103215304?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/7002717000103215304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=7002717000103215304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7002717000103215304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7002717000103215304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-so-everyone-wants-to-know-what-was.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-8262455249472014649</id><published>2007-02-14T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:44:35.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers.  And if you’re in the Baltimore area and can afford to take off due to &lt;a href=”http://www.weather.com/outlook/driving/interstate/local/USMD0018?from=recentsearch”&gt;this mess&lt;/a&gt; outside, you and your lover will definitely be practicing making babies today! But not me (not yet anyways! LOL)  I’m stuck at work. Why? You ask… because we not only support 500 people in the Baltimore area… but another 1000 or so people across the country. So we’re stuck, until someone shows us some mercy and let us go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s planned for tonight? I don’t know. GTL won’t tell me. LOL. But it’s nothing big. Today is really just another day… with the excuse to get a mushy card and some chocolate! :-) He’s cooking for me… but he does that often. I bought all of my co-workers a lollipop. Tell me how much sense does this make…. My job is selling lollipops, each for a dollar.  I bought a bag of 20 lollipops for a dollar… do the math. Anyone that buys the lollipops from my job are some retards!  I can’t share what I got GTL, because we didn’t wake up together… so we’re exchanging them tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to write a post yesterday, but then I decided to do my paper. I’m finally getting my priorities together. LOL. I knocked a page out of the way, I got 2 more to go.  I currently have an 87% in my class. I know that’s a good average and all, but ya’ll know I’m on my mission to get straight A’s in grad school, so it looks like I have to buckle down this semester! I’m really disappointed in myself. I know I can do better if I just give the effort, but I’m not. I’m too lazy to study. And prefer to party on the weekend than read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight lost is coming along. I lost another 2 pounds.  I was ready to give up on this diet, but it works! So I’m going to try 3 more times…. And then I’m going to quit. In between the diet, I’m counting calories. I was doing 1000 calories a day… but, I read, compared to the amount that I was consuming before, to make that drastic of a drop isn’t good.  So I’m upping that amount to 1500 calories a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Winter Restaurant Week – all of the nice restaurants were serving full course meals for $30.07.  Wed, GTL, Twin &amp; I went to the Rusty Scupper – OVERRATED!!! The ambiance and the view was amazing, but the food SUCKED! I’m glad it only cost $30…. Cause if I (actually GTL) paid full price for the crap that we had… I would be extremely upset.  Friday, we went to the Blue Sea Grill. Their food was GREAT! And I got this drink called an Ocean’s 11… amazing! It was blue and pretty and tasty! Saturday, we went to a wine tasting. That was different. We’re not big on wine.. but going, I’ve learned that I don’t like red wines… sparkling wines are cool, but I prefer blushes. Saturday night, I was supposed to go out, but my homegirl was feeling well.  GTL and his homeboys went to DC.  He didn’t have such a great time.  He usually NEVER goes to DC, but his boys kept bugging him, so he went.  He won’t be going back. LOL. Sunday, we didn’t do anything (I don’t think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I was busy at work…. Yesterday I was busy doing homework… Today…. I’m here…….. What’s going on with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-8262455249472014649?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/8262455249472014649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=8262455249472014649&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/8262455249472014649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/8262455249472014649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-3052923029707229844</id><published>2007-02-12T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:46:33.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you bring to the table?</title><content type='html'>I am swamped this morning at work... but I wanted to say hello to you guys! So I decided to share an email that I received with you all... Hope you guys had a great weekend! Hopefully I'll be able to update later today or sometime tomorrow... Either way.. HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question "What kind of man are you looking for?" She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking Do you really want to know?" Reluctantly, he said "Yes." She began to expound... "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what  he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?" The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life." He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. She said "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't  need a simple-minded man. I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. And even if he is a believer; he needs to believe as I do. I need a man who is striving for perfection f inancially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, and strong enough to keep me grounded when I do go through changes. I don't need a man who is going to purposely bring me grief. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him and he must respect me. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business or who is "messy" in his personal affairs. I have no problem being submissive.. . but he has to be worthy. God made woman to be a help mate for man . I can't help a man if he can't help himself. If he can't help himself then he definitely can't help me.  When He said," You are asking a lot. "She replied, "I'm worth a lot." Send this to every woman you know who's worth a lot. You never know she may be suffering from low-self esteem and may not know her worth. And send this to every man who needs to know this and ask him "What can YOU bring to the table?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-3052923029707229844?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/3052923029707229844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=3052923029707229844&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3052923029707229844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3052923029707229844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-can-you-bring-to-table.html' title='What can you bring to the table?'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-5267913745292844825</id><published>2007-02-07T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:27:20.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday &amp; Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aka SomeOne aka KnowOne aka No1Special aka Chklt… lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you going to Cancun…. But mad I can't party with you this weekend =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“30’s the new 20, Nigga I’m so hot still!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your birthday, I said I would answer your tag….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag:&lt;/strong&gt; Share 5 things the blogger fam doesn't know about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really hard b/c um… I don’t think I hold things back from ya’ll so I had to come up w/ things I haven’t shared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Basketball: From some of the comments in my last post, it seems that not everyone knew that I played basketball. I started when I was 8 and played all through high school. My senior of high school, my coach sucked all of the fun out of the sport for me, so my freshman year of college, I sat out. I picked it back up for my sophomore and junior years of college. (I could only play 2 years in the league that we played in.) So ever since… I like to shoot around, and I’ll sometimes play in a pickup game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spoiled: I’m spoiled rotten! I have a ½ sister, but really grew up as the only child. My mom and grandmother spoiled the shit out of me, and GTL just made me rotten! I don’t like to hear the word NO b/c in the land of the spoiled, that word does not exist! LOL. Yes I get mad when I don’t get my way, and sometimes through a temper-tantrum like I’m 2. Sue me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nosey: I’m nosey. Hence why I blog. LOL. I like to know what’s going on with everyone… but the people in “everyone” consists of those that I actually know. I could give 2 shits about a celebrity (except AI!) I just “need” to know what’s going on w/ my family, friends, &amp; blog fam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating: I’m a picky eater. I pretty much eat the same three types of meat: chicken, beef, pork (with an occasional turkey.)  I eat the same few vegetables: broccoli, string beans, greens, and uncooked carrots.  If I don’t like the way something LOOKS or SMELLS I won’t eat it… I won’t even give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Career: I went into the field of computers because I liked math. And I actually started off in programming (which uses math) but after a semester of that BS, I switch to IT. It’s OK. I really wish I could do something else, but I haven’t the slightest idea of what that would be. I’m content in my current location, because my co-workers make my job great. I’m in school to be an IT Manager…. But I don’t know if that’s what I really want to do! I definitely want to get out of the helpdesk, but I don’t know what field of IT I would (or am even qualified for) go to. The skills that I’m getting in school, I could use in ANY management position… but other than NOTHING! I don’t know what I want to do (professionally) for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm supposed to tag ppl… Missy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-5267913745292844825?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/5267913745292844825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=5267913745292844825&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/5267913745292844825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/5267913745292844825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-tag.html' title='Happy Birthday &amp; Tag'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-8533415332051648132</id><published>2007-02-06T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:18:39.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup or Nope?</title><content type='html'>I stole this… from a couple of bloggers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally it was called the Yay or Nay meme but who really says yay or nay? So I changed it to yup and nope. As usual, I’m not tagging anyone because some you are funny acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am shorter than 5′5″: Nope. I’m like 5’6” or 5’7”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have many scars: Nope. I can count the scars I have on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I tan easily: Yup. My arm is usually the darkest part on my body b/c of when I drive and have my arm out, and the sun hits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wish my hair was a different color: Nope… if that were the case, I’d dye it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color: Nope. If you’ve seen me, you’ve seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had braces: Yup. From 7th to 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wear glasses or contacts: Yup. I wear glasses, but only when I’m driving at night or in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger: Yup. Have you seen my pictures? Self-explanatory… LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have freckles: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve fallen asleep at work or school: School? Yup. I have a short attention span.. school is boring. Work? Yup. Only at my part-time job though.. I’m the only one there, and sometimes I have a hang-over that I need to sleep off. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I failed more than 1 class: Nope. I got a D once in high school and another one once in college. In high school D was actually passing (Baltimore schools at is best! LOL) But I pulled that D up, and passed the class w/ a B-. In college, that course wasn’t a major course, so as long as I didn’t get a F, I was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been fired: Yup. My very 1st job. I was 16. I got hired, worked one day, hated it! The following weekend, I had to go to VA for a basketball tournament.. my boss said, “we didn’t hire you to work one weekend, and not the next, if you can’t make it, we’ll have to let you go.” Oh fucking well! I had a job waiting for me when I got back… And I kept that job until I graduated high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Disney movies still make me cry: Yup. I’m such a big baby! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried: Nope… my stomach just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve glued my hand to something: Nope. Not that I remember anyways….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose: Yup. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had my pants rip/drop in public: Yup. Athletes are jokesters! They like to pull your shorts down in practice like that shit’s cute or something… it’s not. Never ripped though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had my tonsils removed: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve sat in a doctors office with a friend: Yup. Friends need support when going to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had a serious surgery: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had chicken pox: Yup. When I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve gotten lost in my city: Yup. Far east Baltimore, is not my friend! Like the Dundalk/Essex area… that’s a whole ‘nother world! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen a shooting star: Nope. Do they really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve wished on a shooting star: Nope. How can I, if I’ve never seen one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas: Yep. Well, technically not MY pajamas. I wear GTL’s pajamas out in public… but only leaving his house to go to mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator: Nope. I’m too impatient to wait to stop on each floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been to a casino: Yup. Remember, I went to Vegas in December?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been skydiving: Nope. Don’t have the balls to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour: Nope. I don’t like milk that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in a car crash: Yup. I had this lady take my right-a-way.. I was driving down the street, and this bitch went to make a left hand turn. I call her a bitch b/c she tried to make it seem like it was MY fault… she was like, my light was green. OK, and so was mine. Did you have a green ARROW? Umm… No! So bitch, YOU were wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve sat on a roof top at night: Nope. I wouldn’t mind.. that seems so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve played chicken: Nope! I’m too much of a chicken! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve played a prank on someone: Yup. Not often though, because I don’t like for others to do it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show: Nope. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve eaten Sushi: Yup. I’ve tried it.. hated it.. and will NEVER eat it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been snowboarding: Nope. But my ski trip is a few weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had a crush on a teacher: Yup. He wasn’t MY teacher. He taught an all-boys class in my high school. He was gorgeous! All the girls wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve hugged a stranger: Nope. I don’t do germs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I own over 5 rap CDs: Yup. I own many more than five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I own multiple designer pants and shirts, costing over $100 piece: Nope. I don’t think I own any actually. I’m cheap. I can spend my money on a lot more stuff that just clothes. Plus most of the clothes that cost that much, you can’t even tell that’s what it is…. So only people that know I have on Gucci is me &amp;amp; the person that sold the item to me. Not that serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I own something from Hot Topic: Yup. (I think) I believe I got a graphic tee from there before.&lt;br /&gt;* I own something from Pac Sun: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I own something from The Gap: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I own something from Abercrombie: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can sing well: Nope. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant: Nope. LOL. Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I open up to others easily: Nope. I don’t trust people. And not everyone needs to know things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I watch the news: Yup. Sometimes anyways. It’s depressing… and I hate some of the things that they think are newsworthy. Some of the shit they report, they need to leave to Entertainment Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t kill bugs: Yup. I call GTL to do it! LOL. I don’t do bugs. I hate them… even if it involves killing them. I’m such a girl when it comes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sing in the shower: Nope. I’m ½ sleep in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am a morning person: Nope. I’m one of the most evilest people in the morning! Especially if I was woken up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am a sports fanatic: Nope. I don’t like all sports. I like basketball and football. And I’m not even a &lt;i&gt;fanatic&lt;/i&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I twirl my hair: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day: Nope. You must really have no life to do something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I bake well: Nope. Not yet anyways. I can bake meats… but that’s about it. I’m still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue: Yup. Blue it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sometimes wear pajamas to school: Nope. That’s tacky. And dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I like Martha Stewart: Yup. Nope. I’m really indifferent about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I know how to shoot a gun: Yup. It’s pretty much aim and shoot. Now ask me have I ever shot a gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I laugh at my own jokes: Yup. If I tell any… I’m not the comedian in my relationship…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am really ticklish: Yup. When I get pedicures I want to yank my feet back and crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love chocolate: Nope. I like it, I’m not in love with it. It breaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I bite my nails: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I play video games: Nope. Not anymore anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m good at remembering faces: Yup. But not names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m good at remembering names: Nope. I spoke to soon. Sometimes I can remember them, it’s a matter of how close I was to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m good at remembering dates: Yup. I remember the birthdays of some people I can’t stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life: Nope. I know what I want to do… be a house wife! I want to sit on my ass all day and do NOTHING! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My answers are totally honest: Yup. Why wouldn’t they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************EIGHT MORE POSTS TO GO UNTIL 200***************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-8533415332051648132?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/8533415332051648132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=8533415332051648132&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/8533415332051648132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/8533415332051648132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/yup-or-nope.html' title='Yup or Nope?'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-7168413523750021018</id><published>2007-02-05T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:25:37.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday we had a happy hour. But Friday it also snowed… So our faithful patrons came out… and others didn’t. I still had fun, so it doesn’t matter! After the happy hour we went to dinner at Houlihan’s. I think they have the best hot wings ever… But after dinner, I really had to ask… why do we come here? Because the service sucks! And then I was reminded of the mini-martinis that I love so much. I’m such a lush! LOL. Hey bloggers from the Baltimore-Meet-N-Greet… remember our waiter, Lil’ Michael? He was there! And he remembered us! I wanted him to be our waiter but he couldn’t =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I slept most of the day. And then GTL and I headed to PA to visit my best friend. Her daughter was “crying” for ME… but when we got there.. she wanted GTL. Go figure. But her dad made me some hot wings (yes, I’m addicted to those things!) E made GTL some catfish. We ate well! And we watched Old School and Road Trip and just bugged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I slept late again, but then I worked on some things for March 9th. Then I read a little bit, before that boring ass book put me back to sleep! Then I went to a Super Bowl party. I really wasn’t in the mood to be there, since my beloved Ravens weren’t playing… I thought the Bears were going to win it for a minute there… but we all saw what happened. =( Congrats to the Colts though… I’m not that much of a hater. I stayed until after Prince’s performance and then I went home. The Ravens fucked that all up! We should've been in the super bowl w/ Prince performing Purple Rain... do you know how pumped our fans would've been at half time to hear that song, with them purpling out the stadium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the commercials were really funny. They were a lot better than last year. I loved the Snickers commercial.. and the Bud Light commercial (the one with the immigrants) and the Doritos commercial when the dude runs into the car. Now what I didn’t like about the commercials… is that every other one, was about how far we Blacks have come. Don’t get it twisted… that’s great that 2 Black coaches made it to the Super Bowl for the 1st time… but if the NFL hired more Black coaches… that would’ve happened a long time ago! Anyways… I was just tired of seeing a commercial about race every other break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got home… washed some clothes. Attempted to read a little bit… watch Criminal Minds and then fell fast asleep! How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-7168413523750021018?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/7168413523750021018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=7168413523750021018&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7168413523750021018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7168413523750021018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-we-had-happy-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-7527210228585121791</id><published>2007-02-01T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:09:34.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed having off yesterday… too bad I couldn’t sleep in… or take a nap for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a difference between friend and associate… just when I thought I could distinguish between which is which in my crew…. I’m proved wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s true when they say, What goes around comes around. Therefore I’m going to stop. It’s not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleepy as hell! I got up earlier than usually today and yesterday…. And today is going to be a long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on this 3 day diet… it’s really not that bad… but I’m hungry as hell! I can’t for the next 4 days to go back to eating what I want… then the 3 day cycle starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself Monday… I lost 1 pound counting calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself last night… I lost another pound on this diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly losing this weight… getting closer to my goal of 20 pounds by June… I’m not complaining that it’s slowly coming off… cause the faster it comes off.. the faster it comes back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on this diet for a month… they say (on average) I can lose 40 pounds. (It’s not a hoax... my mom used to do this diet all of the time and lost a lot of weight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Twin, and my mom are all doing the diet… so we’re all supporting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won yet another free happy hour this Friday. I didn’t invite you DC bloggers b/c the happy hour is only from 5-8… by time ya’ll get up here after work, it’d be over… I mean, the party would still be going on… but I won’t be there! T&amp;amp;J will only be there for the happy hour. Just remember March 9th :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you bloggers that frequent the Baltimore area (ahem, Organized Noise, cough, cough) Ya’ll remember March 9th too!! It’s a Friday… make plans now to leave work early and come to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a break between my two courses this semester… like I did last year. *sigh* I was looking forward to that break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bought to start getting things together for my ski trip. I usually get excited about my vacations… but I’m not really excited about this one. Hopefully that will change soon… especially since I’ve never been on one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finances are coming in order… My two delinquent accounts will be paid off by the end of this month :-) Another goal for 2007 that will be met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being lazy and go ahead and log in to Blogger so I can post comments on you guy’s blogs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when I went to my blog this morning to check to see if I had any comments, I couldn’t bring up the page? Blogger was having serious problems… I think I may change blog sites cause blogger sucks monkey balls for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this post… I have nine more before I reach my 200th post.. whoever would’ve thunk it that I’d be around (or even have that much to talk about) for 200 posts?? I have to do something big! Cause I didn’t do anything for my 100th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-7527210228585121791?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/7527210228585121791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=7527210228585121791&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7527210228585121791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7527210228585121791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-4805865276585579637</id><published>2007-01-29T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:40:22.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>I had a freaking ball this weekend! I’m so glad my friend E is home. Friday night we went to Silver Shadows in Columbia… this place (for all nights except for Friday) is for the 30 and older crowd… because of that… there were some 30 and older people there but that didn’t matter because we were in our own little world. GTL was our designated driver so we got wasted and danced all night long. We got into the car and were passed out on the way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we woke up about 11AM. Got dressed and went to Popeyes (they don’t have them in Charlotte, so she’s been craving it.) After that, we went to the flea market cause I had to meet this dude that made me a t-shirt…. Then we went to Mondawmin Mall, and then we hit up this jerk chicken spot that she’s obsessed with, then we went to Owings Mills mall. I got this graphic t-shirt that says “Jealousy is a disease. Get well soon bitches!” I can’t wait to wear that! LOL. Then we went back to the house and watched Talladega Nights since she’s never seen it. We were watching the extended version… I didn’t like it. The crap that they cut out of the original, was just that… crap!! It wasn’t funny to me. I was looking like WTF?!?!? So then we got dressed and headed to Club One. I’m going on a ski-trip at the end of February. Last night was a meet &amp; greet for the ski party, and if you were going, you got in free. My twin is the one going, but she was in New Orleans this weekend, so E pretended to be twin to get in :-) GTL was our designated driver again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we 1st got there, we got drinks, and then we held on to them until my cousins got there. They bought our next round of drinks… and then when we went to the 3rd round, I didn’t want my cousins to think I was using them, so I went to order the drinks. The little Asian bitch that was the bartender, would only pay attention to the dudes. This one guy walked right up there, after we’d been waiting about 5 minutes and she took his order. So I was like, can you just order our drinks since we seem to be invisible to this bitch! So he did, and he actually paid for them, which was nice cause it’s not too often nowadays that dudes buy your drink… and don’t expect shit back from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hanging out with my cousins made me realize that I love the fuck out of them! They’re twins… They just turned 30 and are thugged the fuck out. But they have the biggest fucking hearts and family always comes first to them. Now what I’m about to explain, may seem small to others… but it’s the small shit that makes me happy. Anyways… Twin #1 had a bottle of water. He gave me some to pour in my cup. I didn’t take much cause I didn’t want to take all his shit. A little time pass and I was thirsty for some more water, so I asked him if he had some more. He didn’t, so I said fuck it, I’ll just eat my ice. Two minutes later, he was handing me a bottle of water. That made me smile. Well, I split the water with E. And we were sitting there sipping our water and this dude walked by (he had to be wasted) and bumped into us, making us spill our water on ourselves. Twin #2 saw my facial expression and asked what was wrong, I told him and he handed us a big ass stack of napkins. That made me smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we partied hard and at the end of the night, I was conversing with one of the managers of the club. I was supposed to call him yesterday, but I forgot, but he’s talking about letting me (T&amp;amp;J) host a party there on a Thursday night or something…. I’ll send him an email sometime this week and see if he’s still talking the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we woke up about 12PM and she got dressed and headed home because it was starting to snow and we didn’t know how it was going to turn out… well the snow lasted like 20 min and nothing stuck. I spent the day getting crap together for March 9th… ordering some decorations, making some flyers, and all that…. Then I went back to sleep! Oh! Before I went to sleep, I got on my blog just to check some stuff out… see who commented all that good stuff… and then I saw three long ass comments in my cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! Whoever this dude is… must’ve been bored going through my old posts and shit b/c the post that he’s referring to is like a year old…. Yo really tried to go off on me. Too bad I can’t delete comments from out of there… cause that’s not the 1st time someone said something stupid in my cbox. Oh well… I guess I should feel honored that someone wants to read through all of my posts, huh? WTFever! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night.. I watched An Evening with the Stars... tribute to Aretha Franklin.... I have 1 comment (really question) WTF did Aretha have on??????? Anybody??? LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… how was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-4805865276585579637?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/4805865276585579637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=4805865276585579637&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4805865276585579637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4805865276585579637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-2919854042611543849</id><published>2007-01-26T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:27:01.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it’s been a minute</title><content type='html'>I haven’t update since Monday… that’s not like me. I usually throw a post in like Wednesday or something… I haven’t even been commenting like that either… Don’t have a real reason for not posting, other than… I didn’t feel like it! I haven’t been posting comments like that, cause most of you guys don’t allow anonymous comments and well… the new blogger can’t ever seem to remember my cookies… Which is weird to me b/c (1) the old did (2) gmail does…. So why can’t the new one get it right? I hate having to log in each and every time I close my browser and reopen to read a  blog… just to leave a comment… No point in checking the “remember me box” cause that does no good. And yes… I have cookies enabled and all that good shit. Blogger just sucks! if you have a cbox… I may leave a comment there… Other than that… don’t think I’m neglecting you cause I’m not….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s Friday… and I’m happy about that! This week has been stressful. I need a drink and I’m ready to party! (But what weekend am I not ready to party? LOL) My best friend, E,  came home (PA) Sunday… and she’s excited…. And today marks when the festivities begin!  I got her an interview here at my job…. So hopefully that will go well for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (or tomorrow) is one of GTL’s co-workers birthday… she’s going to party with us too. And a few other people…. E is going to stay with us the whole weekend. Tomorrow we’re just going to hang out and the tomorrow night we will party again. Sunday we will be recovering! LOL. I’m getting old. Partying 2 nights out of the weekend is a little much for me…..  Sike! Who am I kidding! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… last night I had my test… I think I did well. I’m hoping for an A, but I’d be happy with a B. It had 100 freaking questions! But that’s over… now I have a presentation and I need to add another page to my paper for next week. That shouldn’t be too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-2919854042611543849?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/2919854042611543849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=2919854042611543849&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/2919854042611543849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/2919854042611543849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-its-been-minute.html' title='Damn it’s been a minute'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-7836560250944829551</id><published>2007-01-22T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:28:43.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Events</title><content type='html'>Friday as soon as I got off, I had to go home and get ready for the party. Since we were hosting it, we had to get there early and set up for everything. The club had balloons there for us and we bought our own balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we had the party for 3 girls (my girl Kiya, GTL’s co-worker Stacie, and Stacie’s friend Renee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVcybacRI/AAAAAAAAABE/toCaYTbrYeE/s1600-h/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022874174974750994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVcybacRI/AAAAAAAAABE/toCaYTbrYeE/s320/birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Stacie, Kiya, Renee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people that I knew came a little late…. So for a while I was bored. But when they came… we had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVTibacQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/afVEmjjWtoc/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022874016060961026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVTibacQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/afVEmjjWtoc/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me, Kiya, Twin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a little early because I had to go to work the next morning. Work sucked… I couldn’t really do any homework because I was too tired and I would’ve feel asleep while doing it! LOL. So I watched movies. My twin told me about this website where I can watch movies online for FREE! Even some of the new movies…. I’m keeping this site a secret though cause I don’t know how long it’s going to be up…. And I want to keep it up as long as possible so I can have something to do at my part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off of work… I met my twin at the mall. She helped me find a gift for Kiya and an outfit for me. We should’ve only been there like an hour… we were there two! I wanted to get Kiya a gift card to Icings. We went in there, we stood at the counter for 5 min (if not more) while TWO people pierced this lady and her daughter’s ears. After a while, we were like fuck it. So we stopped by New York &amp; Company cause they had a major sale going on… that line was extremely long but we couldn’t pass up these cute purses for $3… so after we left there, we went back to Icings to see if it was any better. Tell me why the lady the cashier was ringing up was the same lady that got her ears pierced? She was complaining about the price of piercing…. We left again (and didn’t come back.) I got her two shirts from Wet Seal and I bought a dress for the bike party. I never wear dresses! I felt so weird in it… but I was cute. After we left the mall we were pressed for time… but we went home, got dressed and then headed to Kiya’s for a dinner party given by her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice. There was so much food! I couldn’t eat it all. Kiya got everything she wanted. The appetizers consisted of: fried wingettes, meatballs, shrimp-fried-rice, veggie platter, cheese platter, shrimp cocktail, and deviled eggs. After that, her mom expected us to devour a stuffed cornished hen, string beans, and red potatoes, cheese, &amp;amp; broccoli. Yeah right! I was full off of the appetizers! So I ate as much as I could without getting stuffed (since I’m trying to lose 20 pounds and all.) They had drinks and everything….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed out to the bike party. GTL had to go home 1st, so he met us there. So me and my girls get there… and walk around… and I’m like… I need a drink! I have a high tolerance so it takes a lot to get me drunk (and I need a drink when I party!) I didn’t drink too much at Kiya’s… I didn’t need her parents thinking (knowing.. LOL) I’m a lush. So we gets into one of the lines for a drink…. We were in line twenty minutes… The guys that were in the various bike groups kept walking up to the front of the line like other’s weren’t there waiting…. I recognized one of the dudes that did it… I got him to get me drink… and it was FREE… so I won’t complain… but it didn’t get me to where I needed to be to party… so GTL and I pretty much sat down most of the night… my girls did too. We got all cute to sit in a freaking corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVMSbacPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q0rpQwkLsyc/s1600-h/bike4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022873891506909426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVMSbacPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q0rpQwkLsyc/s320/bike4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Twin, Connita, Kiya, Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was ok…. It was something to do. We left early though cause GTL was tired and I had to go to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to work and watch Pamilicious wedding online… I love weddings… I don’t even know her and my eyes watered up as I watched it… But it was a beautiful ceremony… Then I watched a few more movies online…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work.. I went home and modified our website and sent out thank you emails… and then I attempted to read…. But that didn’t happen! I call myself taking a quick powernap and went to sleep for the night! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m well rested and am currently at work having to deal with about 5 different (main) systems either being down or not fully functioning. FUN! LOL. How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-7836560250944829551?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/7836560250944829551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=7836560250944829551&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7836560250944829551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7836560250944829551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend Events'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RbTVcybacRI/AAAAAAAAABE/toCaYTbrYeE/s72-c/birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-7612890608986841080</id><published>2007-01-19T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:37:31.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Kiya!!! Today is my girl’s birthday and we will be celebrating hard tonight! Well… they will. I’ll party a little bit and work hard.  I will be building T&amp;J’s clientele… Also, I have to work tomorrow, so I can’t party too hard, cause I need to be able to get up! We’ll be going to our usual bar for Fridays… but after this weekend, I think I won’t be fooling with them all like that anymore. We’ve been trying to do real things with them, but they’re not trying to hear it, so fuck ‘em cause they’re not the only bar/club in Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually….. we have our first real gig set up! March 9th! So you bloggers who email address I have, don’t delete anything coming from T&amp;J Promotions. OK??? OK. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Kiya will be having a intimate dinner party given by her mom. That should be cool.  After that we’re going to the bike party (a party thrown by a bike (motorcycle club.)  This is GTL’s and my first time going. My twin is trying to look all sexy and shit! So I have to step my game up for this one. LOL. I still don’t have a clue what I’m going to wear. I’m thinking knee boots and capris, but I still need a top. When I get off tomorrow, I’m going shopping for Kiya so I’ll have to find something for myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday when I get off of work… I’ll be resting… catching up on all of the sleep I missed the two previous mornings having to go to work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya’ll… I’m so excited about March 9th…. Ya’ll just don’t know. I feel like the message “It’s Gotta Happen!” for 2007’s New Year’s service wasn’t just a motivational speech… but some true shit… it’s really happening and I’m so excited about it… I’m ready to embrace this…. Learn and grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of GTL’s co-workers read my blog from time-to-time (and don’t speak! LOL – I’m not mad at you) but if you’ve never received anything from T&amp;J directly and you’re interested in coming out… make sure you give GTL a good email address for us to email you at….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW… I got my book the same day I posted… so I was happy about that… and my paper got pushed back a week, so it seems like everything worked out in my favor. Freaky.. if you see me around the blogosphere this weekend… don’t shout PAPER… shout STUDY!!! Cause I still have test next week…. And like I said, I’m trying to maintain my A average….. How amazing would that be? To graduate grad school with a 4.0……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-7612890608986841080?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/7612890608986841080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=7612890608986841080&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7612890608986841080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/7612890608986841080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-605733782510268107</id><published>2007-01-17T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:45:23.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me if I Care</title><content type='html'>I still haven’t received my book for class. This really blows. I didn’t pay extra for express shipping &amp; handling because it normally comes within a week. But it’s going on 2 weeks now. The expected arrival date is between yesterday and the 28th. I have a test, paper &amp;amp; presentation that are due next week and I need my book for them. Granted… I can probably get a B on the test without the book, as long as I pay attention in class…. But (1) I don’t want a B, I want an A (2) my teacher is boring as hell, and as hard as I try, I don’t know how long I can stay focused on him without daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been an horrible big sister… and I DON’T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real little sister 2-ways me last night (from a new 2-way number BTW) talking about “Let me find out the only way I can talk to you is if I hit your phone” My response to her: “You don’t know how to pick up your house phone and call me?” She never responded back. I don’t give a shit either. She lied to me. She asked me for $50 to register for a trade school. I gave her a check made out to whatever school she supposedly was going to. This was early September. You know that check was never cashed? She thought I was going to give her cash, but I’m not stupid…. Far from it. And she’s dumb as fuck, cause if she needed $50 for whatever, all she had to do was be honest and ask for it. Since she didn’t, and tried to be slick, and I know about it… she will never get another dime from me again. And I don’t have anything to say to her. I don’t know if she’s in school or not. Last I spoke with her, she wasn’t working. She graduated high school, she’s an adult now, and I don’t have any fucking kids, so I’m not going to act like it either. If she wants to come around, she will. If not, ask me if I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My volunteer little sister… I haven’t seen her since August. Ya’ll remember back then… when I tried to take her to Kings Dominion and her mom backed out on me at the last minute… and then I tried to take her to the Taste of Baltimore thing and her mom waited until the day before to say it was ok for her to go. After that, I said fuck it! Then early November, her mom emailed me and was like “You’re still Naye’s sister, you can come get her whenever you want.” My response to that was, “I don’t mind getting her, I’m just running out of ideas of what to do. Naye can call me whenever she wants to do something or just talk.” She said OK and I haven’t heard from her since. Ask me if I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much shit going on with me right now to be concerned about what other people want from me. If you don’t make me a priority in your life, don’t be mad at me when you’re not one in mine. I’m slowly getting back my “fuck it” attitude. Many people will start to see me as a bitch, and I really don’t give a shit! I just don’t have time. 2006 was stress free for me. I eliminated a lot of people that stressed me out. 2007 will be worry free. I won’t be worried about those that aren’t worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note…. My best friend from college (the one in Charlotte) is moving back home! She hated it down there and realized that she is definitely not a southerner! She’s moving back to PA (which is an hour away from – so much better than 8!) Next weekend we are PAR-TAY-ING! All weekend! I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is my one homegirl’s birthday. T&amp;amp;J is throwing her a birthday party. It should be a good turn out (if people aren’t afraid of a little cold, that is.) I work this weekend so I can’t party too hard while I’m out. Saturday, he mom is giving her an intimate dinner party, and then after that, we’re going to a bike party. My twin goes to the bike parties all of the time, but this will be my 1st time there. I hope I have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what’s going on with me right now…. I’m not have the greatest day, but it’s not the worse either so…………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-605733782510268107?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/605733782510268107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=605733782510268107&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/605733782510268107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/605733782510268107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-still-havent-received-my-book-for.html' title='Ask Me if I Care'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-3334498287032910170</id><published>2007-01-14T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:33:39.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Was a Sad Day</title><content type='html'>The Ravens lost yesterday. GTL thinks that it was a good game (probably because his stupid Colts won! LOL) But he says that it was a defensive game and both teams did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s where I have a problem. The Colts have NO defense whatsoever, yet we couldn’t score a touchdown? It was a game of freaking field goals! What’s up with that??? Now our defense is superb, so I’m not surprised that Manning couldn’t do what he normally does… But why the hell couldn’t we get any touchdowns? Why the hell couldn’t we get close enough to get into field goal position to at least score more than TWO field goals??? Why you ask? Because our coach, Brian Billick, is a fucking pussy that’s why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never shows any confidence in our quarterback’s throwing ability.  Granted, the past few seasons, Kyle Boller did suck monkey balls and I wouldn’t (and still don’t) have any confidence in his arm either… but we have STEVE McNAIR!!! WTF?!? He’s not new to this game…. He knows what the fuck he’s doing!  So why must we constantly give the ball to Jamal Lewis??? I’m not saying the Jamal doesn’t come up big for us… but he can’t (and doesn’t) do it all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s so sad about this, is that because our team did so great during the regular season, Billick ass is not going ANYWHERE.  Right now, he’s calling the plays.  Hopefully we can at least get a new offensive coordinator.  One that’s not a fucking pussy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well Ravens… I still love you. Better luck next season!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m cheering for the Saints to win it all……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW… no GTL and I didn’t make any bets… so I don’t owe him anything. But he made some with his friends and he’s going have “money in da bank” and his other homeboys is going to be asking him “shorty what you drank?” this Friday at a happy hour. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-3334498287032910170?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/3334498287032910170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=3334498287032910170&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3334498287032910170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/3334498287032910170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-sad-day.html' title='Yesterday Was a Sad Day'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-2697494109295221658</id><published>2007-01-12T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:40:31.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF - GO RAVENS!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey blog fam. What’s good? The weekend is here but I’m not that excited because I work at my part-time job this weekend. I didn’t have to work at all last month! And that felt great…. hence why I’m sad/mad/whatever about this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about this weekend is that the RAVENS are going to kick the Colts ass tomorrow!!!! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RaedPibacNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2mq4XR8bvuI/s1600-h/RAVENS-COLTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019153199993090258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RaedPibacNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2mq4XR8bvuI/s320/RAVENS-COLTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore has been lit up purple! Today everyone is supposed to wear purple and black. I don’t have anything purple… but I have it on in my heart. LOL. GTL is a Colts fan *vomit* LOL. He has about 10 different bets going on. I really don’t understand… how can he be a Colts fan in a city that they snuck out of in the middle of the night… literally! I don’t know one Colts fan in Baltimore other than GTL. Tomorrow is going to be a day of hostility between us. GTL will get his feelings hurt and I’m going to rub it in. LOL. We’re going to do Peyton Manning like we did Big Ben. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RaedUibacOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CKm_nOdLbc4/s1600-h/QB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019153285892436194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RaedUibacOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CKm_nOdLbc4/s320/QB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop… I don’t want to jinx them…. And I really hope that the media here in Baltimore hasn’t jinxed them either. But…. GO RAVENS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight… I was going to go to Happy Hour with GTL and his co-workers at Tony Roma’s… but I think I rather stay at home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after work, I’m going to watch a little of the game and then GTL and I are headed to a baby shower for his “sister.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after work… I’m going to go get my hair braided… I gotta look cute! And I’m sick of doing my hair… so that’ll last me about 2 weeks or so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a pretty chill weekend for me. What do you have planned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-2697494109295221658?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/2697494109295221658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=2697494109295221658&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/2697494109295221658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/2697494109295221658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif-go-ravens.html' title='TGIF - GO RAVENS!!!!!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6Hz-t33L8w/RaedPibacNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2mq4XR8bvuI/s72-c/RAVENS-COLTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-6661977788878838036</id><published>2007-01-10T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:46:07.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called out today. I woke up this morning just not feeling like going to work. I’ve been feeling like that everyday this week, so this morning, I said fuck it! I’m not going in. So I got to sleep in until like an hour ago… which felt amazing by the way!! I really needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so pumped…. Go to google.com and type in T&amp;J Promotions… go ahead.. I’ll wait…………………..Ok! You see what’s number 1 there?? And the next two are actually me again mentioning it here on this blog! LOL. I have to modify my meta-tags on my site so like the 1st ten options that come up are our site and our MySpace site. That’s so hot. GTL pointed that out to me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about… I start school tomorrow. Great! I just ordered my book Sunday. It’s been shipped so HOPEFULLY I’ll get it today so I do my pre-homework and not look unprepared…. But I really thought I started NEXT Thursday. That would’ve been really embarrassing if I didn’t check things out in time. So now I have to get focused for school – cause I really wasn’t! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two closest friends (JG &amp;amp; Kessino) are in the music business… last night one of their members was on the radio for this battle thing they have every Tuesday. He won (although he sucked… LOL) But I’m happy for them.. So they’re trying to do big things this year. 2007 is the year for new companies to do big things!!! I’m telling you! It’s gotta happen! Here's Kessino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK, I tried to show the video that he sent me, but the code that's on that page not working right... so if you want to see a snibit... click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h88/kessino/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kessino-Myspace-1.flv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much going on in the world of TTD. What’s going on with you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-6661977788878838036?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/6661977788878838036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=6661977788878838036&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/6661977788878838036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/6661977788878838036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-called-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-4538395247315834686</id><published>2007-01-08T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:52:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday, I got off of work at 8PM. Went home got ready to go out. We were originally going out to celebrate one of my homegirl’s birthday… but she had made other plans at the last minute. We still went out anyways and had a good time. I was nice and tipsy! Got some bad news… the spot where I had my happy hour, the week before, closed down… I had big plans for that spot… Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I didn’t plan on doing ANYTHING. I was chilling in the bed watching cartoons and I saw a commercial for Happy Feet – the video game, and at the end it said see movie in theatres today. I wanted to see this movie… but usually I just wait until it comes out on DVD… but that commercial made me realize that it wasn’t coming to DVD anytime soon. So I called my grandmother and asked her did she want to go to the movies with me.  We set to go to the movies at 3:05PM at Security. I step up to the window to purchase the tickets… dude says that Happy Feet has been cancelled for the day. WTF?!?!  So my grandmother suggested DreamGirls. Looked at my phone, it was showing at Owings Mills in 45 min, so that’s where we head since that’s like 15 min away.  I’m 10 people away from the teller, and guess what? DreamGirls has sold out. Saturday was just not a good day for us and movies! So I bought ticket to Happy Feet which was in like another hour. Since we were by the mall, to kill time we went and grabbed a bite to eat. Came back and absolutely LOVED Happy Feet! I’m buying it when it comes out on DVD (whenever that is.)  Went to GTL’s and we had a marvelous feast and stayed in and watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to church… My grandmother made me breakfast.  Then I went home, relaxed a little bit and then my brother called me. He was FINALLY going to be in the area and I could see my niece. She is sooo cute! And big! She’s a little light-bright like her mom… but she’s a good baby. I held her, and fed… and my favorite part of the visit…. I gave her back!!! LOL. Babies are a lot of fun… especially when they’re NOT yours! HA. After that I went to GTL’s and we watch TV, and then I took a nice hot, relaxing bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was GREAT! Nice and relaxing… which made me dread coming in today….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-4538395247315834686?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/4538395247315834686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=4538395247315834686&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4538395247315834686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4538395247315834686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-4128491893922672415</id><published>2007-01-04T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:26:53.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpdesk Hints</title><content type='html'>My customers were pissing me off so bad yesterday that I sent a few of my friends some hints on what they should or should not do when calling their helpdesk at work. My twin works in a helpdesk too, and she replied back with some of her own. She and I got a good kick out of it, but the tips that we gave are really true and can help save your helpdesk techs a headache, and you from the frustration of feeling like the techs don’t comprehend what you’re saying or that you’re wasting your time. So I decided to share some hints with you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When something funky is going on with your PC and you have the feeling that we’re going to tell you to reboot your PC, so you do it trying to be proactive – please WAIT for your PC to come back up before calling the helpdesk. We don’t want to sit on the phone with you waiting for it to come back up. And if the reboot fixes the problem, you’ve just wasted our time, and left other people who really needed our help on hold. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Please don’t call and say, “It’s broke!” What’s broke? And what’s wrong with it? Be more specific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Please don’t call and say, “I can’t get in!” Unless all of your passwords for the multiple systems you use are intertwined together, again BE MORE SPECIFIC. “I’m unable to log into ABC application” will get you a lot further, faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t call to get assistance with something, and when we try to walk you through some steps to get it fixed say, “I don’t have time to work on the issue!” If you don’t have time, why did you call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• And when you call, don’t say “My computer worked yesterday (or earlier today) why doesn’t it work now?” I don’t freaking know! It could be multiple reasons why it stopped working… I’m not a psychic!! Or if we tell you what the problem &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; be, don’t say “Oh no! That’s not it!” If you know what the problem is, why ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When your account gets locked out, please don’t ask “Why is it locked out?” Ummm.. maybe, just maybe, YOU TYPED THE WRONG PASSWORD? Even if it was a typo.. it still was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Just because we’re called a helpdesk, doesn’t mean that we help with EVERYTHING! If your lights in your office or cubicle don’t work, that’s an ELECTRICAL problem, not a TECHNICAL problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When you call and we offer suggestions to resolve the issue, please don’t tell us that “I know that’s not going to work! But I’ll do it anyways…” If you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it’s not going to work, fix the problem yourself with something you know will work! And don’t act all surprised when what we told you do works… Um! That’s what we get paid to do :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a FEW suggestions that we came up with, cause we could’ve gone on all day for real! If you took offense to anyone of these items, stop taking shit so personal! LOL. For real, if you have done any of the above items, please stop! And if you’ve never done it… GREAT! Keep it that way! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-4128491893922672415?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/4128491893922672415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=4128491893922672415&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4128491893922672415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/4128491893922672415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/helpdesk-hints.html' title='Helpdesk Hints'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116778861541959793</id><published>2007-01-02T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:43:35.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year’s Weekend</title><content type='html'>So the new year is here… I’m so ready to kick this year off right! I’m not making resolutions, I’m making goals… and no it’s not the same thing!  I have outlined some specific goals for 2007 along with deadlines that I plan on sticking to: losing 20 pounds by June; ridding my credit card debt by August; saving at least $5000 by the end of the year; and last but not least, get T&amp;J Promotions up and running for real, for real by the start of Jazzy Summer Nights (which is the 1st Thursday in June.)  Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK has already helped me to get weight goal reached. She signed me up for this 8 week forum where I’ll be at Bally’s for 8 weeks, learning how to eat right, as well as finish out my contract at Curves and work it out on my treadmill. I got my iPod workout music together tonight. I’m ready! The hardest part for me will be the eating right… I LOVE food… greasy, fattening food… it’s great! I have to learn to say NO to the french fries and the cheese steaks and the fried chicken… although I was watching Tyra and a specialist was on there talking about having a cheat day – one a week… I think I will have me a cheat day, but more like once every OTHER week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Friday was my pre-New Year’s Eve Happy Hour.  That was cool.  A lot of people were out of town or on their way out of town, so I didn’t get the turn out that I wanted… but it was still a decent size crowd.  GTL bought me the camcorder for Christmas and I tried to use in the club, but this place was mad dark, so nothing really came out… So no pictures to share.  I met LadyNay… She is the sweetest! A few months back, I said to her that I wanted some skittles, she said she had me… do you know she bought me 2 bags a skittles? I couldn’t help but laugh. I had forgotten all about it until she pulled them out… And you know how she’s all nervous about her new twisty look? She needs not to be… they are so cute! And they really fit her face!  Anyways… Friday was cool. Can’t beat $1 drinks (for my friends) and FREE drinks (for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday… I had a headache when I woke up… that’s the consequence of messing with them rail drinks!  You don’t think about it when you’re drinking them because, hey! They’re free! But you feel all that FREE shit the next day! LOL. So I basically did nothing all day Saturday… GTL did movie day. We watch Glory Road and I went to sleep as he watch Miami Vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… Again, a very mellow day for us.  We went to church at 7:30PM, where we learned the theme for 2007 is “It’s gotta happen!”  And I really believe that! I was telling GTL that not too long before we went to Church and the fact that the pastor confirmed it, makes me know that my goals for this year is gonna happen because it’s gotta!!  We came home, had a FEW people over – our closest friends… We ate, drank, watched the ball drop and did a Moet toast with noise makers and then ended the night with Truth or Dare Jenga… Some how or another, we always make our own versions of games! LOL. We each wrote 3 truths and 3 dares so when you pulled the truth or dare block, you had to pick one of requests from the bowl. That game was a lot of fun! Our friends left about 2AM or 3… I really don’t remember because as with all of our games, the consequences is always a shot… so I was pretty fucking done! LMAO. When they left, it was pouring down raining and I had the bright idea of going out in the rain… yeah! That lasted all but 10 min. I need to hold onto that fantasy until the summer time! LMAO… I got my baby sick…. So now I have to play the nurse…. Again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday… We did NOTHING all day. I was sick for the most part of the morning…. And then we just laid up and watch TV together or he played his stupid Playstation.. LOL. (He always says to me… why does it have to be stupid? Cause when you’re playing it, you’re not paying ME any attention! That’s why it’s stupid! LOL)  Then we watched Omen… that movie freaked me the hell out! But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… I went to work…. I took down our Christmas decorations (I made that last for 2 hours) Then we had a meeting… and then, since the Federal Government is off, and they’re our main customer…. I went home… There was no need for any of us to be there, so my boss let us go… I got to read a few blogs today, but didn’t get to post… so I figured let me do it now since NCIS is a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my New Year’s weekend… not much going on… but I enjoyed it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116778861541959793?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116778861541959793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116778861541959793&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116778861541959793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116778861541959793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-years-weekend.html' title='My New Year’s Weekend'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116715227593342414</id><published>2006-12-29T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:37:55.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>To end off 2006, I’m have a pre-New Year’s Eve Happy Hour tonight… Some bloggers are supposed to come through. I hope that I get a good turn out… I know some people are going out of town or are already out of town for the holidays… we’ll see. Saturday will be chill… And Sunday GTL and I will be having a intimate gathering of our CLOSEST friends over… after going to Church of course. New Year’s Day will be spent relaxing….&lt;br /&gt;To end off 2006 in the blog world, I’m going to do this meme that I stole from Chele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Niagara Falls in August. I also danced with girls. LOL. I used to think that was sooo gross. But when I’m wasted, like most times I am in the club, it doesn’t phase me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept one of them… not to be stressed about other people. I’m truly living up to my blog title “Ask Me if I Care.” If certain situations don’t affect me, I really don’t care! And you know what? Being stress-free is GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Did anyone you know give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I’m an auntie remember? My brother had a little girl. GTL’s brother had a little girl. My godson's mother had a little girl. I guess 2006 was the year of the girls? I know a lot of people that found out they were pregnant this year! Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Did anyone you know die? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone I know personally. My best friend's grandmother passed away this past weekend... But a lot of celebrities died this year… James Brown, Gerald Levert… to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zero balance on my credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What dates from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know! 2006 was a great year… too many good things happened for me to remember a date for them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I started &lt;a href="https://www.tnjpromotions.com"&gt;T&amp;amp;J Promotions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What was your biggest failure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt; at anything this year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I’ve been blessed. Other than the common cold or flu, I’ve NEVER suffered any illnesses or injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother. Since he found out he was going to be a daddy, he manned up and got responsible, he’s taking care of his… which a lot of men don’t. Also myself! I got 4 A’s this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appauled – my ex-homegirl aka my Godson’s mom. She doesn’t use common sense in her love life and she constantly struggles unnecessarily… which in turns makes my Godson suffers. Depressed – I don’t get depressed cause of someone else… Fuck ‘em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trips and clubbing. I went to Charlotte twice, PA multiple times, Niagara Falls, Vegas.. and although I won’t be going on my ski trip until Feb, it had to be paid off by the end of the year. I party like every weekend… so that’s a no-brainer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take much to excite me. I get excited about upcoming trips… meeting new people…Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What song/album will always remind you of 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z’s Kingdom Come. It’s the year he came out of retirement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What do you wish you’d done more of? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved money. I tried, but it didn’t work out that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at my part-time job. The 1st 3 months of the year, I worked every week-end plus my full-time job. I was exhausted! I don’t think I ever really recovered from it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in love with GTL… although I did “fall in love” with Dwayne Wade this year. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. How many one night stands in this last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. I’m in a committed relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCIS. Although I did get hooked onto the mini-series Fashion House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate people I just cut them off… So who have I cut off that I was speaking to this time last year?? Randy… Shawn… Darius… Kishia….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my current position a lot earlier in the year… that stress from my previous jobs was hor-ri-ble!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to explain myself to anyone. If I choose to do it, I shouldn’t do it more that once… If people didn’t comprehend the 1st time, then oh-fucking-well! Tomorrow is not promised… so live it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of any… so I’m just going to steal the one that Chele used because it’s a good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are people in your life / Who’ve come and gone / They let you down / They hurt your pride / Better put it all behind you / Life goes on / Keep carrying around that anger / It’ll eat you up inside&lt;/i&gt; –Don Henley, The Heart of the Matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYONE HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!!!!! BLOG YOU IN 2007!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116715227593342414?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116715227593342414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116715227593342414&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116715227593342414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116715227593342414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!!!!!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116732436549921908</id><published>2006-12-28T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:46:05.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Some Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email today and instead of just forwarding it... I decided to share it with my blog-sisters.. Enjoy! (Hope it doesn't hurt your eyes.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/817553/You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/400/30153/You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116732436549921908?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116732436549921908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116732436549921908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116732436549921908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116732436549921908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/sharing-some-inspiration.html' title='Sharing Some Inspiration'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116724699289004523</id><published>2006-12-27T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:16:32.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Message Convo with a Stalker</title><content type='html'>I had this stalker a few years back. He and I were just ….buddies. LOL. Anyways… he wanted to make me his girl, I wasn’t feeling it… He was into his “work” and eventually I got fed up and found another buddy. This was like 2½ - 3 years ago… Every so often he calls or text me and I usually ignore him. I still have his number saved in my phone, but under DO NOT ANSWER… LOL. That way when he decides to pop up, my curiosity doesn’t get the best of me, causing me to answer his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he called me. I missed the call but decided to text him. Here’s how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you keep calling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: This number was stuck in my head and I was trying to see who it was. Don’t be a smart ass! Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Happy holidays to you too. Do you know who it is now? [I thought he did w/ the smart ass comment, cause that’s what he always called me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: No disrespect, but kinda, sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take a guess. I won’t be mad if you guess wrong. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: Whoever you are, you must have someone because you took my call offensively. This is a nigga by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No shit *insert stalker’s government*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fucked your head all up, didn’t I? Still don’t know? I thought what we shared 3 years ago was special? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guess not… This is TTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: Give me time to respond Ms. *insert my last name* I still do drive! &lt;em&gt;[he drives for Coke… delivering soda to the stores in the area] &lt;/em&gt;Please call me, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I’m not calling you. What do we have to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: U still cold hearted and young sexy &lt;em&gt;[was that a slick ass remark he just said to me??????????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does that mean? “Young Sexy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: You killing me with this text shit. Damn a nigga wanna hear your voice since I know who it is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You should’ve never forgot! No, I’m not calling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: Fuck it then! Yeah, I definitely remember your ways now (young sexy) Its all good – ur friend, I guess?!?! &lt;em&gt;[it was a fucking shot! bastard!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck it then… Don’t call me in a few months trying to remember what number this is… Fuck that too! Have a happy new year and a great rest of your life! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that will get his crazy ass to stop calling/texting me??? I hope so. The last time we actually talked, I told him that I was in a relationship and was happy… basically to kick rocks! But he didn’t seem to comprehend… hopefully this time he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could’ve just ignored him again… but that would not have stopped him from calling me again in March… figured I would just nip that shit in the bud once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EDIT: That didn't work.. Just got a text from him... "Why are you trying 2 shit on me. I ain't did nothing 2 u. If I would have known ur number I would've been calling just 2 c how you were doing. I know u ain't never had feelings on the level for me. I'm just trying to be a friend."  I would respond.. "I don't want to be your friend" But that will get him to ask me why.. and the conversation will not end. So I will go back to ignoring his crazy, stalker ass. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116724699289004523?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116724699289004523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116724699289004523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116724699289004523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116724699289004523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/text-message-convo-with-stalker.html' title='Text Message Convo with a Stalker'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116714580541480178</id><published>2006-12-26T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:17:54.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>I had a great Christmas weekend. It was relaxed and peaceful. Only thing that would’ve made it better would be if I had a 4-day weekend, instead of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to happy hour at Tony Roma’s with GTL and his colleagues… That was cool. Then we went over his one co-worker house to watch Talladega Nights. I sooo love that movie. Shake &amp; Bake baby, shake &amp;amp; bake! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early and headed to Hagerstown to visit a friend in prison. The visit was good. Most visits, I end up wanting to kill him, but we just bugged out and was tripping the whole time. After the visit, I went down the street to the outlets to finish my Christmas shopping, where I made a killing. And I was excited because it wasn’t packed!! Most people went to the malls… which was great for me because I can’t stand being around Christmas shopping madness. I don’t have the patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back in town… went to Don Pablo’s to say farewell to TE. She leaves us today for 2 months. She texted me last night letting me know she got a digital camera for Christmas, which is great cause that means she can take a million pictures for me :-) I’m such a picture whore. LOL. Anyways… at dinner, I learned that outside of tacos and fajitas, I’m not a big Mexican food fan. After dinner we were supposed to go to TE’s house to finish off her alcohol before she left… but during my quick power nap, I received a text that she wasn’t up for it… she was tired. Fine with me!! My power nap, turned into a 12-hour night’s rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EDIT: Missy reminded me that I didn't share what gifts Santa bought me. I got a black 3/4  length coat; a brown leather jacket; brown knee boats; a camcorder; this little man that's really speakers for my ipod; a bunch of shirts for work; a scarf and 2 pairs of gloves; wallet; and MONEY :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up and went to Church with GTL. After church, we went to Red Lobster… which had us full for the rest of the day. I washed clothes and then we went to GTL’s brother’s house where we drank daiquiris and bugged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I woke up and headed to my mom’s about 8AM. We opened out gifts and all were ecstatic about what we received. I cooked us breakfast and then GTL headed to PA to see his mom for a bit. I stayed home and watch Miami defeat the Lakers :-) D. Wade is a beast! I love that guy! LOL. About 5PM my mom and I headed to my grandmother’s for dinner. GTL came over right after we finished, but he was still stuffed from his mom’s, so that was ok. After dinner we opened more gifts… then GTL and I headed out to play Santa Claus to the rest of his family. I started to go to my other grandmother’s house. But seeing as though I had to work the next day, opted to go home instead. Went back home and killed a bottle of wine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning sooo wanting to call out. Not cause I had a hangover or anything like that. LOL. I just wanted another day to relax after all the hustle and bustle of Christmas Day. Today is pretty slow though, so I’m fine for now. My grandmother lives 5 min away from my job, so I’ll be headed there for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116714580541480178?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116714580541480178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116714580541480178&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116714580541480178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116714580541480178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116680362035831106</id><published>2006-12-22T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:07:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much going on with me. No real plans for the holiday weekend. No parties (can you believe it? LOL.) Tonight will be a chill night for us. Tomorrow, I plan on finishing my shopping. I know what I’m getting, and from where, it’s just a matter of going to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, we’ll be saying farewell to TE. She’s headed to N’awlins (New Orleans) for 2 months. She’ll be missed, but if time/schedule and money permits, we’re going to try to go visit her for Mardi Gras. That should be fun! We’re going to do dinner at Don Pablo’s, and then probably back to her house to kill the rest of her liquor! LOL. Her idea, not mine… but I’m not going to turn down free alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, GTL and I will be attending his church service. And then Monday, my grandmother is cooking as usual. I’ll hit up my other grandmother’s just to see my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116680362035831106?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116680362035831106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116680362035831106&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116680362035831106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116680362035831106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-much-going-on-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116673057046879320</id><published>2006-12-21T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:49:30.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference in Friends</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how people always change things to make them what they want them to be. It's like the game telephone, where 1 person whispers in one's ear and so on and by the end of the line, the original message is all fucked up! I used to think it was just because of miscommunication (cause remember, you can't repeat it!) But after receiving this email, I realized that people just change shit cause they don't have anything else better to do with themselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a similar email to the one below a few months back, and every where you see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHITE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ASSOCIATE&lt;/span&gt; and every where that says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLACK FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TRUE FRIEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;, but the saying behind it is identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference in Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; WHITE FRIENDS: Never ask for food .&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; WHITE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, D@mn...we f*cked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up...but that sh!t was fun!"?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Keep your sh!t so long they forget it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' azz that left you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Friends are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Friends are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS : Will take your drink away when they think you've had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"B *tch, you better drink the rest of that, you know we don't waste!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE FRIENDS: Will talk sh!t to the person who talks sh!t about you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Will knock them the f*ck out!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FRIENDS: Will ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLACK FRIENDS: Will pass it on to share with the rest of their BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the true friend vs. associate version better. Why does everyone have to make a joke out of black vs. white???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116673057046879320?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116673057046879320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116673057046879320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116673057046879320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116673057046879320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/difference-in-friends.html' title='Difference in Friends'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116663064289987410</id><published>2006-12-20T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:04:03.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick</title><content type='html'>I’m sick, at least that’s what I wish I would’ve called my manager and said this morning… actually everyday this week so far! We’ve been flooded with calls due to lack of communication and complete testing on part of the supposedly higher ups of our technical group…. I think we should switch places with their asses one day and when they see how their fuck-ups affect us, then hopefully they would do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a helpdesk (which I work in, for some strange reason, since I’m really NOT a people person. LOL) most of our calls are password resets. I say about a good 70% of them.  Why is our password reset system broke? It’s been down on and off since before Thanksgiving…. If the main system we need doesn’t work, how can we do our job? We have like 100 people we have to call back to reset their password. The customers are frustrated because without a working password, how can they get into the system to do their job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one lady is on vacation, one guy has the stomach virus, another guy is (supposedly) sick, and then there is a rotational person that is off today as well.  We are so slammed with calls, it’s ridiculous. I’m tired, but that’s not going to stop me from getting a stress relieving drink!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note… I won a Happy Hour at another club for the 29th. Consider this your invitation! LOL. If you want more details, holla at me, but I think I have the email addresses of most Baltimore/DC/NOVA bloggers, and you should’ve received an evite.  I know the date is like right in the middle of the holidays, but we’re doing it as a pre-New Year’s Eve celebration. Hopefully a lot a people can make it. Last time I had a happy hour, it rained cats and dogs outside, which prevented a lot of people from coming through… hopefully, we won’t have that problem this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is near, and I’m NOT done shopping! I’m going to the outlets Saturday to finish off my gifts for my mom, grandmother, and father aka sperm-donor.  And then I’ll be done. I’m so finicky about my Christmas mood. Sometimes I’m in the spirit, and other times I’m a grouch.  Yesterday we had our office Christmas party and at the beginning I was Santa, and at the end, I didn’t want to be bothered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now… I don’t want to be bothered!!!! Guess I need a drink…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116663064289987410?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116663064289987410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116663064289987410&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116663064289987410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116663064289987410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116646476056012723</id><published>2006-12-18T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:59:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts from the weekend…</title><content type='html'>• I love GTL’s co-worker, he’s so freaking funny&lt;br /&gt;• I love his other co-worker, he gets me drunk EVERYTIME I go to his bar&lt;br /&gt;• The experiment was fun, but not as much fun as it should’ve been&lt;br /&gt;• We did it for certain people that bitched cause they missed the 1st two, and they still didn’t show&lt;br /&gt;• It’ll be a while before I do it again (unless Missy tells me she’s coming in town to do it :-D )&lt;br /&gt;• Prices went up in BJ’s… $4.20 for Hennessy &amp;amp; coke is still good… especially for the amount of Hennessy they give you… but I can save gas and go to a different back and pay 30 cents more…..&lt;br /&gt;• I love my “best friend” – I use quotes b/c we’ve known each other forever, but haven’t been that close lately but I still love him the same…. And I’m protective of him – I don’t want any of my homegirls talking to him, or any of my homeboys for that matter….&lt;br /&gt;• My one homegirl has a shitty attitude, and as of late, has made me realized that more often than not, that’s exactly why I don’t fuck with bitches&lt;br /&gt;• I was wasted Saturday, during the day, but slept that off really quick!&lt;br /&gt;• Will Ferrell is fucking hilarious! Elf was funny as shit&lt;br /&gt;• My baby (GTL) is a BIG baby when he’s sick, but I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;• Got some Christmas shopping done, but not enough of it&lt;br /&gt;• I should cook more often, cause I’m really good at… just never feel like it&lt;br /&gt;• I need to upload my pictures from Saturday&lt;br /&gt;• I felt weird not having homework to do over the weekend, but I’m going to cherish it!&lt;br /&gt;• I hate Mondays… it’s so freaking busy, it’s ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116646476056012723?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116646476056012723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116646476056012723&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116646476056012723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116646476056012723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts-from-weekend.html' title='Random thoughts from the weekend…'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116619881752370546</id><published>2006-12-15T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:06:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Grades</title><content type='html'>Got an A!!!! Yah me!!! Keeping that 4.0… now my grandmother has even more to brag about to her friends :-) So you know what that means??? Tomorrow morning, at the experiment… I shall be WASTED! In celebration, of course. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my part-time job had their Holiday Party at &lt;a href="”http://www.mccormickandschmicks.com”"&gt;McCormick &amp;amp; Schmidt&lt;/a&gt;. Food was great, free drinks were great! Last Saturday was my full-time job’s Holiday Party – they had open bar…. GTL says I work with a bunch of lushes at both jobs! LMAO. But he was up there drinking with me, so what does that make him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much planned for this weekend, other than the experiment. GTL and I might go to out tonight… just to work some things out for the future…. Not to party though, since we have a big day ahead of us. LOL. What plans do you have for the weekend?? Invite is still out there for you Baltimore/DC/NOVA bloggers to come “experiment” with us! Just holla at me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this picture crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/937009/TimeOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/699554/TimeOut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new Time Out! Only thing missing is the tape over the baby’s mouth. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116619881752370546?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116619881752370546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116619881752370546&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116619881752370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116619881752370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-my-grades.html' title='Got My Grades'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116611929867181607</id><published>2006-12-14T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:01:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky MeMe</title><content type='html'>Stole this meme from LadyNay, who got it from Freaky Deaky…. (GTL will probably kick my butt after reading this! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISSING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?&lt;br /&gt;Instant turn on if done right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been scared the first time you kissed someone that you might never kiss them again?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. scared that I wouldn’t like the kiss as much as I like them, and then I wouldn’t want to mess w/ them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you kiss (read make out) with your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes… I’m not too big on kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Dear Abby question... if you had to pick between kissing/affection/cuddling or sex/sexual touching and could only have one for the rest of your life, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Sex/Sexual touching. Again, I’m not a big on kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? Turn on or off?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. If I’m scared to taste myself.. they my man shouldn’t be down there (and vise versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately how many different people have you kissed in your lifetime? What was so great about the best one?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know… Who keeps count of stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday kisses or birthday spankings?&lt;br /&gt;Kisses… I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLOTHES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather or lace?&lt;br /&gt;Neither! Get straight to the point! Take it off!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any leather or rubber clothing? Would you date or have you dated someone that owns any leather or rubber clothing?&lt;br /&gt;I used to have jeans that had leather patches on them… but I was 10. LOL. This day in age, hell no! I wouldn’t date anyone that dressed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your underwear "style" of choice for yourself and for your mate?&lt;br /&gt;Cotton bikinis for everyday wear-n-tear. For the club… either boy shorts or thongs. I like my man in boxer briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever licked or sucked on someone else's feet and/or toes?&lt;br /&gt;NO! I hate feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex or given/received oral sex while you were driving a car?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And I’ll leave it at that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given or received a hickey on your upper inner thigh? Anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think so… other places, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer natural tastes or flavored lubes?&lt;br /&gt;Natural. The artificial crap makes me wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your gag reflex?&lt;br /&gt;I guess normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRUGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you or one of your partners ever taken a "drug" of any type to enhance your sexual experience?&lt;br /&gt;Not really… partner.. no. I’ve tried that goat weed stuff before, but I didn’t notice a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think alcohol enhances a sexual experience, or diminishes it?&lt;br /&gt;Enhances. Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOREIGN OBJECTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used ice for sexual purposes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I loved it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used food as part of your sexual play?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It was very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your partner brought a double dildo to bed, you'd be ____________?&lt;br /&gt;Shocked (cause he doesn’t really do toys.) And a little upset cause I don’t do the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of handcuffs?&lt;br /&gt;Sure do. With a matching eye mask for blindfolding :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISCELLANEOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash up, cuddle, or fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Either one, or all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on or off?&lt;br /&gt;Off… but if they’re on, that won’t stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following?&lt;br /&gt;a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me&lt;br /&gt;D) I like role playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you say "no" to sex? What's the #1 reason?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t usually “say” no. I usually just pass out. So that would make the #1 reason, being extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever role-played in bed with a partner?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUT THERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stalked or been stalked by an ex?&lt;br /&gt;Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you haven't tried, but have been thinking about trying.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee sex. LOL. Where are my CSI: NY fans??? Honestly, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you climax, the best thing your partner can do to make it even better is ___________?&lt;br /&gt;I just copied/paste the entire thing from Ladynay’s page. And I am LMAO @ Ladynay’s response to this question.. but I like it, so I will keep it! Keep doing what ever they did to get me over, let me grab into their flesh, say my name or growl...OH MY WORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116611929867181607?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116611929867181607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116611929867181607&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116611929867181607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116611929867181607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/freaky-meme.html' title='Freaky MeMe'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116602580376342547</id><published>2006-12-13T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:03:24.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School....</title><content type='html'>Is over! Last night was my last night of class. My new class starts up mid-January (I think.) And I’m so excited to be done!!! This class kicked my butt! I never had to work so hard to try to maintain an A and I’m not sure if I did it. I slacked so much this session, that I’m surprised that I currently have a 92%.  Last night I gave my final presentation, I’m confident I aced that. But my paper that I turned in… I don’t know…. Honestly, I don’t care. Cause either I did well on it, and I still have my A; or did horribly on it and I got a B. Either way, that grade is good enough to get my tuition reimbursement! And that’s all I’m worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate…. This Saturday, my friends and I will be performing another “experiment.”   If you’ve been following me for a while, you know what the “experiment” entails. If you’re kind of new, I don’t feel like looking back through the archives (but you can: look in Feb or March) to link it. But if you want to be lazy like me :-) The “experiment” is where we go to the bar at 10AM (when the doors open.) We know how it feels to be drunk at 10 o’clock at night, but how does it feel to be drunk at 10 o’clock in the morning?? Well, I know how it feels, seeing as though this is my 3rd experiment! LOL. But it’s a lot of fun!!!! MD/DC/NOVA bloggers… you’re more than welcome to join us. Just holla at me for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been hell at work. And not cause it’s really been that hard or that busy… but that week off last week, and adjusting to Vegas time, has kicked my ass! I haven’t adjusted back to time here…. I sooo need a nap. And since I’ve been doing my paper/presentation so much this weekend and early part of the week, I haven’t had a chance to. But bests believe I will be tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been slacking on my weight lost thing. I haven’t been to the gym in like forever! I haven’t been on my treadmill in over a month…. But again, school is over and I have nothing to stand in my way now…. So I’m back on my grind! I got to get motivated…. I bought these white pants that were a little too snug for me, but since I plan on loosing weight by time I can actually wear them… I got them anyways.  I also need to eat better. Once my Smart Ones lunches ran out, I went back to eating unhealthy with my co-workers. Guess I need to go back to the market, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job! During my slow periods, I was given permission to decorate our room. I was trying to upload a picture of the tree, but blogger sucks monkey balls... It looks great for the Charlie Brown tree it is! LOL. Today I plan on decorating the rest of our room. How great is that? I think I’m done rambling for today…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116602580376342547?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116602580376342547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116602580376342547&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116602580376342547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116602580376342547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/school.html' title='School....'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116595138189055783</id><published>2006-12-12T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:23:01.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Had to go MIA today. Tonight is my last night for class. I had to buckle down and put the last finishing touches on my presentation and my paper. I'll be back tomorrow! When this shit is all over with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116595138189055783?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116595138189055783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116595138189055783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116595138189055783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116595138189055783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116569298878095968</id><published>2006-12-09T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:38:08.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas</title><content type='html'>Vegas was great. This my third time there and GTL’s second. Neither one of us are big gamblers because we’re both sore losers and we seem to ALWAYS lose! Monday we got to the hotel and checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/30241/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/839977/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we grabbed a quick bite to eat so we could get ready for the awards show. G-mo…. I do remember you saying to hide the camera, but mine was a digital one and the metal detector went off as soon as I walked through it. GTL had a disposable camera, but the lady saw him tucking it into his inside jacket pocket as we were walking up so we had to check them. We had our camera phones though… although the quality of the pics don’t have shit on a regular camera, I know I was there and that I really enjoyed being a part of it so I really don’t give a shit that I don’t have pictures to share. :-) They were charging $40 to get your picture taken…. FORTY DOLLARS… They lost their damn minds! I want a celebrity in that picture or something!!! But it doesn’t matter cause we still got pictures of ourselves looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/393594/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/800755/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the red carpet was in the same area as the show, so we went there thinking we were going to see some stars… but as we were walking into the arena and looked outside… what did we see? The red carpet…. So I didn’t get any pictures of celebrities up close and personal. Except Young Jeezy after the show. He’s one of my favorite rappers now for taking this picture with me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/494886/DSCF0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/89553/DSCF0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Chingy. I was trying to get a good picture of him, but this white girl wouldn’t get out of his face for shit… So I got the back of his head. LOL. This is him in the red hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/5040/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/834921/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of a Southern Girl, we saw TI... about 3 times, but he was always with Tiny. I didn’t get a picture cause the 1st time I saw him… I was just like… hey! There’s TI! He gave a head nod and we kept walking in opposite directions. The other times we saw him… GTL didn’t let my blind ass know it was him until after the fact! Even though he knew I wanted a picture. We saw Nathan from Boys II Men. And we saw 3-6-Mafia. I just kept staring at them, cause I wasn’t sure at first. Then it hit me that it was them… but since the only name I know is Crunchy Black (and he’s no longer in the group) I didn’t speak cause I’d be mad as shit someone try to get a picture with me and not know my name. LOL. After the show, we were supposed to go to the Rum Jungle in the Mandalay Bay… but we and the rest of the people that came with us passed the hell out cause we weren’t adjusted to the time difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday about 4AM Vegas time, I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I went downstairs, lost $20, and came back upstairs. LOL. Then GTL woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So he went downstairs and saw Janet Jackson and Jermaine Dupri. He sat at the table next to them, but the bouncers made it clear that they were NOT taking pictures or signing autographs. He took a picture anyways with his disposable camera… but without the flash, so I don’t know how that’s going to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got up for the day, we hit the strip. Lost a little more money and just site-see again… Vegas is beautiful no matter how many times you go…. Tuesday night. GTL and I went to happy hour at Coyote Ugly in the New York, New York hotel. And I got fucking wasted!!! LOL. They were giving out mad free shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/214346/DSCF0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/572824/DSCF0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/284566/DSCF0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/269879/DSCF0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those free shots, plus the 2-for-1 Hennessy’s had me up on the bar partying with the white girls! LMAO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/461930/DSCF0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/207672/DSCF0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left there and got ready to go out. We went to Studio 54 where we met up with my cousins and my girlfriends. We had a ball there, and I drank some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/565074/DSCF0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/909110/DSCF0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/338486/DSCF0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/104002/DSCF0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning I woke up feeling really nauseous, but I refused to throw up… So I hurried up and ate. But as we started to walk the strip in a difference direction… I got worse… So I quickly turned around and went back to the hotel to lay down, where I recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then GTL and I hit up old Vegas down on Fremont Street. We saw a bunch of chapels on the way down there. I was like, “Let’s get married!” But we were both too sober to do something crazy like that! I want a big wedding…. LOL. And then we came back so we could get ready to go to OPM. Which was just ok. All they played was hip-hop and R&amp;B… but not all of the songs were well-known or likable… so we went back to Studio 54… but not before getting a picture of my homegirl with Michael Jackson. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/310056/DSCF0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/540581/DSCF0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio 54 was cool. I was wasted.. but it wasn’t as fun as it was the night before…. But we stayed until it closed! LOL. Then we were trying to go to another night club in our hotel, Tabu, but they were charging $20 to get in, and was going to close within the hour…. So we passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Niagara Falls, I fell in love with Hooters wings. So after we got packed and checked out Thursday… we went to Hooters for lunch… It was great!!! But I wasn’t expecting anything less. Then we headed back to Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas was great… I’m going to skip the trip next year though… only cause GTL and I have things we’re working on… but we’ll be back 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you real picture-whores….. LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-70.slide.com&amp;amp;channel=288230376152885616&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376152885616&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p1/288230376152885616/ms_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376152885616&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p2/288230376152885616/ms_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*** I just realized that slide.com has a 100 picture limit, cause I have like close to 200 pictures.... If you really want to see all of them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:tjackson925@verizon.net"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116569298878095968?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116569298878095968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116569298878095968&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116569298878095968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116569298878095968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/vegas.html' title='Vegas'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116559670625619527</id><published>2006-12-08T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:10:21.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>We're back. We're broke... but we had a great time!!!!!! Details and pics to come..... but a quick run down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billboard Music Awards - not allowed to bring in camera =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a picture w/ Young Jeezy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passed out in order to adjust to time difference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coyote Ugle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio 54&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol, Alcohol, &amp; Alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hangover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol, Alcohol, &amp;amp; Alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OPM Night Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Michael Jackson... LMAO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio 54&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of pictures!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great time!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO wedding chapels... LOL!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll probably post over the weekend while I'm working on my paper. Freaky... this will be the last time you can yell PAPER at me until mid-January.... so hope you're around this weekend :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everyone enjoy their weekend........ And yes I have a party to go to! LOL. Don't I always???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116559670625619527?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116559670625619527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116559670625619527&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116559670625619527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116559670625619527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116491893650060237</id><published>2006-11-30T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:10:49.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Today is World AIDS day. HIV/AIDS affects the Black/African American (however you associate yourself) Community. I’m not going to go into this soapbox about the issue. You can read… you can hear… you know what’s going on. Continue to educate yourself and protect yourself. Click on the link for more info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website" href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp"&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="Support World AIDS Day" src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/virtualribbon.gif" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s FRIIIIDAAAAAY!!!!!!! I couldn’t WAIT for this week to be over! I’m chilling for the most part this weekend. I’ll be shopping for some last minute things today… I’m getting my hair done tomorrow. Tomorrow night, I have 2 birthday parties to attend. And Sunday, I’ll be packing…. Because Monday morning I’ll be headed to VEGAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be MIA all next week. But when I return… I have SOME stories (not all, cause you know…. (don’t kill me Freaky.. LOL) what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… ya’ll take care and miss me (and GTL) while we’re gone :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116491893650060237?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116491893650060237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116491893650060237&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116491893650060237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116491893650060237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116477214522249755</id><published>2006-11-28T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:49:05.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn’t Make Any Sense</title><content type='html'>I’m so freaking busy at work that I have to blog at home now in order for ya’ll to know what’s going on with me… does that mean I’m addicted? LOL. Hopefully it will have slowed down come tomorrow in order for me to catch up on my blog-reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving weekend was pretty good. How about yours? It was a long weekend for me, and you know I like to give my run down…. So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Twin went to my oldest cousin’s birthday happy hour. She turned 32. It was a lot of older people in there, but the drinks were good and cheap! So it didn’t phase us much. The only thing that did bother me, is that I saw one of my mom’s ex-boyfriends! YUCK!!!! I think he recognized me, but was scared to speak because he wasn’t sure if it was me. He gave me that look like… is she old enough to be in here? LMAO! We left there about 10… headed to Jay’s house for his get-together. By time we got there, we were nice and wasted! So the rest of the evening was cool for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!! GTL and I spent our day washing clothes and packing. Then we went to his family’s and then my grandmother’s for dinner. After dinner there, we split up. He went back to his family’s and then I went to my other grandmother’s so I could give my cousin a deposit for a ski trip in Feb. Thanksgiving was a quiet day. It was raining all damn day! But it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I headed to the airport about 10AM. Landed in Charlotte at 1PM and it was on and popping! My girl E and her daughter picked us up at the airport. We grabbed something to eat from Bojangles (for those northerners that have never had it, it’s like a Popeyes.) Anyways… got back to her house and we just bugged out. We watched Gremlins (that was me and E’s movie in college.. Bright Light! Bright Light ! LMAO) Then we got ready to go party. We went to Crush Night Club. That place was cool. It’s a decent spot… and we could do some things with it… but Charlotte’s not ready! LOL. The only thing I didn’t like was that one bouncer was like it’s cool to takes pictures, and then 15 min later, another was coming up to us telling us we couldn’t. Get ya’ll shit together man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/525100/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/761419/DSCF0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GTL &amp; E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/559576/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/583864/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartenders were cool though. The one holding the bottle on his head (DJ) had us WASTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/626035/DSCF0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/644239/DSCF0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/670688/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/914255/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Other Bartender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in. And then we had a fish fry. E fried us some catfish that was HOOF THE HOOK! We chilled throughout the day. Watched Gremlins 2. LOL. Then we went to the Bobcats vs. Heat game… where I watch D. Wade buss some ass! We got the cheap seats since it was a last minute plan. We were waaaaaaaaaaaaay up top! Next to the top row of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/463989/DSCF0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/746552/DSCF0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their stadium is better than the Wizards stadium because although we were all the way up top… you still could see the entire floor clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/91021/DSCF0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/292297/DSCF0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanted to see the players’ faces, you either had to look at the monitor or use the binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/1600/632677/DSCF0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1265/1267/320/352082/DSCF0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(E's daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in again. Then we took a road trip to SC (right where, I believe, Carowinds Amusement Park is) and we went to the flea market. When we came back.. E’s mom cooked a BIG dinner for us. We were so stuffed! Then we packed up and headed back. The airport was emotional. E and I were holding back tears.. but her daughter didn’t. She was always my lil’ homey… but she really grew attached to GTL. It was so cute. She colored us pictures… but she colored him A LOT of pictures!!!! Our flight was delayed, but eventually we made it home about 8PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came to work on Monday in the madhouse… and Tuesday… When I say my prayers tonight…. They will be that the rest of this week is QUIET!! I need my rest for Vegas next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116477214522249755?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116477214522249755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116477214522249755&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116477214522249755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116477214522249755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/doesnt-make-any-sense.html' title='Doesn’t Make Any Sense'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116472240671101088</id><published>2006-11-28T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:00:06.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can'tBlog</title><content type='html'>I'm busy as hell at work. Too busy to blog. Too busy to read blogs... Just wanted to say hello!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116472240671101088?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116472240671101088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116472240671101088&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116472240671101088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116472240671101088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cantblog.html' title='I Can&apos;tBlog'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116420566114713666</id><published>2006-11-22T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:28:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Catch My Breath</title><content type='html'>Monday and yesterday I’ve been SWAMPED at work. So much so that I only can read like 1 or 2 blogs in the day and that’s it. Hopefully a lot of people have started their vacation early and today won’t be as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for this break!!! Not my immediate co-workers, but the co-workers that handle the systems I support make me very angry and they make my job a lot harder that what it has to be. They don’t test shit before putting it out in production… they don’t tell us about any changes that they make, so when people start calling in cause shit don’t work…. We don’t have a clue what to tell them. These past two days have been VERY stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about work before I get a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday plans…. Going to my grandmother’s as usual for dinner. I’ll spend tomorrow morning packing. Friday GTL and I will be headed to Charlotte to visit my best friend from college! I’m so excited. And so is she. GTL is just happy to go away for a bit. But we should have a great time. Don’t know what the plans exactly are…. So I can’t give you guys a run-down of daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except tonight… I have yet another birthday this month. Today is my cousin’s birthday. She’s the oldest of us all. I believe she’s 32 or 33. Anyways… we’re going to a happy hour not too far from my job so she can get wasted! LOL. What can I say? I have a family full of alcoholics. LMAO. Then from there, one of GTL’s homeboys is having something at his new house tonight, so we’ll be headed there after the happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are posting about what they’re thankful for… I was going to.. but chose not to. I’m thankful for a lot of things…. Which I thank God directly for… I wish everyone a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!! Be safe over the holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look…… Here’s my niece!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/neice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/neice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116420566114713666?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116420566114713666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116420566114713666&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116420566114713666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116420566114713666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-catch-my-breath.html' title='Let Me Catch My Breath'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116403838823854038</id><published>2006-11-20T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:34:11.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday…. Got off work early, went to the mall, found a shirt in the 1st store I went to! Went home, changed clothes and headed downtown for GTL and I to do our late lunch… which was AMAZING. I so love the Capital Grille. Went to the store, got some balloons, went home and took my time getting ready for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Eden’s about 9:30. Honey-Libra and Roomie were already there… looking cute in their purple and turquoise [respectively.] Found the manager of the club to make sure the arrangements that we had planned, were still good to go. They were… for the most part. We didn’t get the entire back room like we were supposed to, but we got the best part of it… I set the balloons up… and we drank a little bit while we waited for more people to straggle in. Which they did… it eventually got pretty packed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends came in and we danced a little bit on the dance floor, but it was a little too packed for our taste. Where we were in the back room, we were directly behind the DJ booth… they were partying their asses off back there, so we asked could we join them… they said yeah. We partied so hard in the DJ booth! LOL. Then I turned around and saw GTL giving a strip show! LMAO. The dude in the DJ booth was like, “Go get him! He’s dancing for you.. go dance with him.” So I did… and when I got to him and turned him around, the bouncers came back and was like, “We have a dress code, you need to put your shirt back on.” Well he tossed his show in her performance, so he had to find it. By time he found it, more bouncers came back and made a big scene for nothing. GTL decided to get some fresh air, and that’s when he realized that he was REALLY fucked up! LMAO. His homeboy cursed me out, cause I kept partying while he GTL was collecting himself. That put a damper on my mood, and I had an attitude for the rest of the night. GTL finally re-appeared after about 45 min, but he was so wasted that we had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Missy who surprised the hell out of me by coming!!!! Shout-out to the other bloggers that came through…. G-Mo, Mikey, KnowOne…. Kween &amp; TE, ya’ll don’t count cause ya’ll our friends for real :-) GTL woke up the next morning feeling great, with no recollection of anything after the strip show. LMAO. Here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="475" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-5c.slide.com&amp;amp;channel=288230376152361308&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=288230376152361308&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p1/288230376152361308/ms_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=288230376152361308&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p2/288230376152361308/ms_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday… I told GTL about himself and we “kissed and made up.” LOL. We were supposed to have a meeting downtown… but that flopped, it’s cool though… cause things will work themselves out. Then we did an early dinner with GTL’s parents. We went to Bone Fish. This place is really nice… we will definitely be going back. After dinner, we got ourselves together and headed to the Western Night. GTL and I switched places and I got wasted! LOL. Western Night was cool… it wasn’t as fun as previous years. The DJ kind of sucked…. Well let me rephrase that…. For it to be a &lt;i&gt;Western&lt;/i&gt; Night he sucked. He didn’t play as many line dance songs as he should’ve… and the mixing was terrible. But since I was drunk… I enjoyed myself :-) You can see the pics &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/ttjackson925/album?.dir=/7a2fre2&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=phmX21FBZsBps7NY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… I couldn’t wake up to go to Church. (Bad Tiffany! LOL) So I chilled. Played with the photos and then went out Dave &amp;amp; Buster’s to celebrate my cousin’s birthday. We bowled and played basketball. GTL and I shared the HOTTEST buffalo wings… but they were good! I beat GTL in the basketball game :-) I was sooo pumped! I never beat him. He wanted a re-match.. but I was like, NO! I’m leaving the winner! LMAO. I haven’t uploaded those pics yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EDIT: I forgot to say... I'm a auntie!! My brother had a baby girl Sunday at 2:57AM. Her name is Jamice Ashley Brandon. I can't wait to see her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of my attitude on Friday night… I had a great weekend! How was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116403838823854038?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116403838823854038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116403838823854038&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116403838823854038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116403838823854038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116377360505350610</id><published>2006-11-17T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:27:59.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday GTL!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband’s birthday. He’s 28. This is the 3rd birthday that we’ve spent together, but the first time that we weren’t together to bring it in. He made plans to go to the bar (as usual) but the time was too early. I was still at the mall… oh well… I’d see him when he got home! I called him at midnight and sent him a text, then passed out. He got home around 2AM (I guess) and like a kid on Christmas morning, wanted to open his gifts. Since I was the same way midnight on my birthday, I said ok. He was VERY happy with his gifts. I got him 2 Polo shirts, a Polo wallet with $20 in it, a Polo Blazer (that people will see tonight) a Jack Daniels flask (LOL) and I’m taking him to a late lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.capitalgrille.com"&gt;The Capital Grille&lt;/a&gt;. I was going to get him a bottle of Jack Daniels, but every time I went to the bar that had the box set I wanted, they were closed, so I took that as a sign, he didn’t need it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving early today b/c I still need a shirt. I got the boots last night :-) And I got some capris, just need a shirt now! And also because of the lunch of course :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight…. As if you didn’t already know…. The big birthday bash down Eden’s Lounge. We’re supposed to have a huge turn out… so it should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow…. His mom is taking us to lunch. And then as long as we don’t win tickets to the Jay-Z Hanger Tour, we’ll be going to a Western Night. Western Night is where people dress up like they’re from the Western era… cowboy boots, hats, etc. get together eat, drink, and line dance. Me…. I’m wearing jeans, a brown t-shirt, and brown shoe-boots! That’s about as Western as I get. I’m looking for a Cowboy hat, but not pressed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…. Is my cousin (who is like my brother) birthday. He’s having something out Dave &amp;amp; Buster’s (formerly known as Jillian’s) in Arundel Mills Mall. I also have a surprise for GTL that day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my weekend plans…. What are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116377360505350610?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116377360505350610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116377360505350610&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116377360505350610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116377360505350610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-gtl.html' title='Happy Birthday GTL!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116369065407012074</id><published>2006-11-16T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:40:13.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation</title><content type='html'>This is an invitation to all the bloggers in the Baltimore/Washington/NOVA area to come out tomorrow night down &lt;a href="”http://www.edenslounge.com”"&gt;Eden’s Lounge&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate GTL’s 28th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to KnowOne and Honey-Libra who I know are coming through!!! I believe G-Mo might swing through… as well as Enigma and Mikey. So calling all bloggers: Come out tomorrow! We’re partying from 9PM until 2AM… you’ve seen my pics before, so you know we always have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like these boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done red shoes before, but I think they're hot... and I think I'm going to get them for tomorrow night. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the subject: I’m so mad right now!! Hotmail is being retarded and I can’t get in to check my email…. I want to cry! It makes my day go by faster, but it won’t today =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116369065407012074?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116369065407012074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116369065407012074&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116369065407012074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116369065407012074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116359875526978841</id><published>2006-11-15T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:22:36.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s Running Through My Mind</title><content type='html'>I really do love you… and each day you show me more and more how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t to go on vacation… a break from work is SCREAMING my name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes 2 mins to type a comment, if that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would help you… damn! Can’t you look out for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kween! I really appreciate you helping us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Saturday’s meeting goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to PAR-TAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is getting old!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry we have to go through this… I wish we didn’t but it could always be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broke month is ½ way finish… actually I only have to buy for one more person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte…. Here we come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky to have a man like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to DRINK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Friday opens the opportunities that we’re hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me! I know what I’m getting my twin for her birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make people party on a Thurs night?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days… and my husband will be old :-) I will be drunk :-) While I PAR-TAY with my friends &amp; fam &amp; a few blogger buddies :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116359875526978841?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116359875526978841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116359875526978841&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116359875526978841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116359875526978841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-running-through-my-mind.html' title='What’s Running Through My Mind'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116343545485053474</id><published>2006-11-13T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:01:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I finally signed up for Slide.Com. I’ll tell you about my weekend first and then let you guys look at the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a holiday that only government workers celebrate. Out main customer on this contract is a government agency… they were off. But since we do have some customers that are open, we had to work. Friday was EXTREMELY dead. My boss made us jambalaya. And we played spades and dominoes.  It was a really chill day. My boss came up to me about 3PM and said that I can go home. OK! You don’t have to tell me twice… I was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and took a nice lil nap.  When I woke up, I was starving, but chose not to eat because we were having our “Sunday Dinner” that night at TE’s in collaboration with her birthday party.  Her theme for the food was Chinese and Jamaican… don’t know where she came up with that, but it was pretty tasty! We had: Jamaican beef patties &amp; egg rolls for appetizers.  The main course consisted of General Tso’s Chicken, Jerk Chicken, Chicken Fried Rice, and Curry Chicken… I think the Jerk was the best! But everything was yummy. For dessert… we had ALCOHOL! LOL.  We played Taboo… and ghetto taboo! LOL. Where we made up our own words to guess. It was so much fun. I drank a little more than I planned, but I didn’t mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…that was until I had to get up for work the next morning. Luckily I had something to keep me occupied that day so I wasn’t hurting too, too bad while I was at my part-time job. When I got off, I took a nap and then got up to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, TE, Twin, and Sis (GTL’s sis) went to a toy party. It was originally supposed to start at 7PM… miscommunication caused it to start at 8PM.  The lady had another party and she didn’t get there until damn near 9PM…. *sigh* &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; can never start on time! But it was fun while we were there. We played this game where we had to keep saying Pussy something (I forget) while adding more &amp; more marshmallows in our mouths.  My limit was 5. This white girl must be a super freak! Cause you could hear her loud &amp; clear w/ 5 and I’m sure she could’ve kept going! I’m not a toy person.. but I did get something for GTL and I to try together :-)  My mom was there… her and her sisters are FREAKS! I was so uncomfortable… She had me buy her a toy… YUCK! HAHA. We left early so we missed out on the stripper. But my mom told me later that he never came… again miscommunication. My cousin (the host) was pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the toy-party, we headed downtown to celebrate the November babies! GTL, Kween, TE, and Twin all won a happy hour to celebrate their birthdays at the same bar.  N1S came through… we had a ball! They had a band that was mad cool.  The lead singer told people to come up on the stage… We went up there and took over! Kween kept singing “To the left, to the left!” We were partying for real! LOL. That night I didn’t get too wasted like some others, won’t mention any names since it was her actual birthday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was still hurt Sunday at work.  I think I was more hurt Sun that Sat… guess all of that excitement added up! So after the longest 8 hours of my life, GTL picked me up and we headed to Laurel to get his Birthday Curry from BK Diva. We stayed and ate and laughed it up with her. As it was the last time… the curry chicken was amazing!!!! She made so much… I have some for lunch today :-) Can’t wait to devour it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also hooked us up w/ Kingdom Come… Anybody that knows me, know that I LOVE Jay-Z… let one of his songs come on in the club…. I’m rapping all of the words and just get real amped!! (if that’s a word)  We listened to it on the way home… with the exception of “Show Me What You Got” and one more song… that CD is FIYAH!!! And I will still be buying the original on 11/21/06… Gotta support! All I’m going to say is… because of like 5 (if not more) of his songs… Cam’Ron faggot ass is going to be coming out w/ a new song about my man…. But Cam’s not ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what… I decided that I have too many pictures to upload to the slide.com thing… especially since I can only upload 20 at a time. If you want to see pics… check them out &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/ttjackson925/album?.dir=/8761re2&amp;.src=ph&amp;.tok=phjWxzFBfqSj_d4v"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. FYI - there are a LOT of pictures... I'm camera happy now that I have new memory card! And these are ALL of my pics from Friday and Saturday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116343545485053474?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116343545485053474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116343545485053474&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116343545485053474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116343545485053474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116334825349015532</id><published>2006-11-12T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:17:33.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m So Freakin’ Tired!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been non-stop for me (as you saw the outline in the last post.) This isn’t a weekend recap post cause I didn’t upload my pictures yet… but I just wanted to share with my weekend bloggers that I AM DEAD TIRED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at my part-time job now struggling to stay woke. I need to be writing a paper (go ahead and “scream” it Freaky! lol) but I can’t keep my attention on one thing longer than 5 minutes… so I think that’s going to have to wait until tomorrow. It’s only 3 pages anyways….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outline of tomorrow’s weekend recap post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Got off early&lt;br /&gt;• Took short nap&lt;br /&gt;• Ate Jamaican &amp;amp; Chinese (what a combination :-D )&lt;br /&gt;• Drank a lot more than I originally intended&lt;br /&gt;• Passed out at 2AM&lt;br /&gt;• Struggled at work&lt;br /&gt;• Took short nap&lt;br /&gt;• Played with some toys, but no stripper =(&lt;br /&gt;• Partied my ass off on stage with a band&lt;br /&gt;• Passed out at 3AM&lt;br /&gt;• Currently struggling at work… 4PM PLEASE hurry up and come&lt;br /&gt;• Road trip&lt;br /&gt;• Eat Curry Chicken (Thanks BK!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;• Pass out hopefully by 10PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116334825349015532?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116334825349015532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116334825349015532&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116334825349015532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116334825349015532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-freakin-tired.html' title='I’m So Freakin’ Tired!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116316754232491599</id><published>2006-11-10T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:05:42.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night, Tonight, &amp; Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Last night was a more eventful night than usual for me during the week.  GTL and I went to a happy hour hosted by Tif. (You may have seen him around the blog world… usually frequents my spot, BKDiva’s, Kween’s, and GTL’s spot. Cool dude from Baltimore.  The Place Lounge is the spot we went to. The lounge is really cool, a tad bit small, but they plan on knocking down some walls and opening the 2nd floor. Once that happens, I think it’s really going to be a nice place. We didn’t stay there too long.. long enough to get a few drinks and watch CSI. LOL. I was really into that show last night… so much so that I ignored the fact that the chicks on both sides of me and GTL were smoking…. I hate cigarette smoke.  Met Tif’s girl… this is such a small world.  She works at T. Rowe Price (so does GTL) in the same building that I used to work in when I was a prisoner there.  Tif works at Lockheed Martin… just like me!  We’re actually on the same street… he’s just a few blocks away. The Place Lounge prices weren’t too bad neither… so GTL and will be going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left there… we went to Eden’s Lounge.  This is the spot where GTL will be having his birthday party next Friday.  He has so many people coming and the owner was impressed that they offered him either the VIP stage or the back room – for FREE.  Either option is too small (alone) to hold the amount of people that are coming through… But we went down there to talk to the owner to see if we can get the back room, as well as get a few people on the stage.  The owner was cool with it. So we chilled for a while… people watched while we listened to some music before heading home.  If you’re in the Baltimore area next Friday and you haven’t received the e-vite… that’s cause I don’t know your email address! LOL. But you’re more than welcome to come down Eden’s Lounge next Friday.  We’re partying from 9PM til 2AM to celebrate GTL’s 28th birthday. Come through!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know me… I always have something planned for the weekend. :-)  As I mentioned in the last post… Wed was TE’s birthday.  We’re celebrating that tonight.  She’s having a little get-together at her house.  That should be a lot of fun.  Our get-togethers usually are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow… I work at my part-time job.  When I get off… my cousin is having a toy party.  This will be my first one ever. I hear that they are a lot of fun…. She’s also is going to have a STRIPPER! LOL.  Tomorrow is also Kween’s birthday… So after the toy party we’ll be celebrating that.  Actually we’ll be celebrating TE, Kween, GTL, and Twin’s birthday tomorrow night.  This club downtown emailed all 4 of them and asked them to celebrate their birthday at their spot. As long as they get 5 people to come celebrate with them… they drink free all night!  Since I have to work Sunday… I won’t be wasted… but I will be NIIIICCEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday morning… work.  When I get off, GTL and I will be headed to Laurel.  BK Diva promised to make him some curry chicken for his birthday since she wouldn’t be able to celebrate with him next Friday.  From what I hear… she’s going to make enough for us to eat a little bit there with her… have a few drinks… and then we’ll have some more to take home with us! Can’t wait.  That curry chicken from the DC Blogger Meet &amp; Greet was OFF THE HOOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my weekend plans in a nutshell.  What are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116316754232491599?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116316754232491599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116316754232491599&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116316754232491599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116316754232491599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-night-tonight-tomorrow.html' title='Last Night, Tonight, &amp; Tomorrow'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116308262005313491</id><published>2006-11-09T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:30:20.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much</title><content type='html'>Not much going on with me right now.  This weekend marks the start of my broke month.  Yesterday was TE’s birthday.  Saturday is Kween’s and my grandmother’s birthday.  Next Friday is GTL’s birthday.  And the following Monday is my twin’s birthday. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends want to do a Secret Santa/Gift Exchange… I don’t do Christmas for my friends… although this is a reasonable option for us, am I wrong for saying I’m not participating? No one is making a big deal out of, but I kind of feel bad… but then I think that most of their birthdays (all except one) is the month before, and then I’m like fuck that! I’m not participating! We’re doing a Secret Santa at my job and in my family… on top of the gifts I have to get others (my mom, grandmother, GTL, and Godson)….  I can’t afford it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I are working on something… that can turn out to be great for us! I’m going to go into details just yet because I don’t want to jinx us… but Baltimore/DC/NOVA…. Be looking out for something hot in 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See… not too much going on over here……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116308262005313491?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116308262005313491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116308262005313491&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116308262005313491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116308262005313491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-much.html' title='Not Much'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116293443177695822</id><published>2006-11-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:20:31.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m so excited!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m going to Vegas the first full week in December with GTL, all of my girlfriends, a few cousins, my mom, grandmom, and 2 aunts.  My one aunt is a travel agent and gives this trip to Vegas every year.  This is my third time going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time there, I went with my mom, grandmom, and 2 aunts.  They had the videogame awards there the day after we left. No biggie. Two years later (last year) I went with GTL, my grandmom, and my one aunt.  GTL and I found out that the Billboard Music Awards were in town, they morning after they occurred! We were so heated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year, I was on my game and found out that the Billboard Music Awards are being held the night we land, in our hotel.  Guess who’s going???? Yup! Me, GTL, and my one homegirl/his sister.  GTL doesn’t get excited until the time actually comes near… but me? I’m ecstatic now!! And I just got the email that my tickets have been printed… I’m psyched! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry… I’ll take lots of pictures when that time comes!  My only fear about the show is that, I know it’s going to be long… I’m just hoping it doesn’t bore the shit out of me with it being so long! LOL. I doubt it. I’ll probably be too excited and be too worried about trying to get heard/seen on camera! MJB performs… so when she stops singing or gets an award... be listening for me to say &lt;i&gt;“I LOVE YOU MARY!!!!!”&lt;/i&gt; LMAO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what else we’re going to do while there… but it should be a lot of fun! Hanging out with family and friends in Sin City…. Trouble… Trouble! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116293443177695822?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116293443177695822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116293443177695822&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116293443177695822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116293443177695822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-excited.html' title='I’m so excited!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116282494431421736</id><published>2006-11-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:04:02.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Had a Great Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t real busy. I chilled… I partied… I rested… and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday… GTL and ordered pizza and was laid up on the couch watching TV together. Since I had to go to work the next day, I was in bed by 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday… I went to work. While at work, I did all of my homework while listening to my iPod. When I got off, I went home and my mother and I went to the mall. The party that we were going to was a family event and she had to get jazzed up. LOL. I dropped my mom back off and then headed over to GTL’s to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, my girlfriend from Charlotte sent me a flask as my gift. LOL. She knows that when I go out, I usually have a Pepsi bottle with Hennessy in it… She said that I’m classy, so I should drink with style! LOL. Last night was the first time I used it. I filled it up with Hennessy straight and was sipping on that the way down. It takes abot 30 min to get the &lt;a href="”www.onebaltimore.com”"&gt;club&lt;/a&gt;. About half way there, I was like, “I forgot my camera!” So we had to go back so I could get it. At first I was going to go to 7-11, get a disposable one and get the pictures put on CD, but my twin said she needed a drink, so we just went back home. GTL grabbed the camera for me, and Twin and I got some drink up in us (I refilled my flask with some more Hennessy.) I was wasted by time we even got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the celebration was because my twin cousins turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Me&amp;Wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Me%26Wayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Wayne used to be my favorite twin when I was younger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Me&amp;amp;Warren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Me%26Warren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Warren’s my favorite now! He’s nicer. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black folks are unorganized. The way it was supposed to go down was that family members went on the guest list and we got into VIP for free. There was no guest list!!! Luckily, my cousin walked up right behind us and took care of the admittance for us. But when we got to VIP, we didn’t get any wrist bands (me and twin that is) But my other cousin (the twin’s sister) was there letting the bouncer know who to let in. So me, twin, and Kween got up there. We decided that we would NOT being going back downstairs for anything b/c it’s too hectic trying to get back up there. Like 30 minutes later, my other home girl and her friend, get there. I had to find my cousin to get them up there. Trying to get into VIP was a mad house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/CanIGetinVIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/CanIGetinVIP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Entrance to VIP - So many people were trying to get in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once up there, we had a ball! We had about 120 pictures… but of course I couldn’t put them all up here. (I know Missy, I should sign up for that slideshow joint…. Too lazy! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me &amp; My Twin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/TwinsParty0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/TwinsParty0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(VIP eventually got packed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/MeKionneNikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/MeKionneNikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me, Kween, &amp;amp; Twin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom got her party on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/ShakeYourMoneyMaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/ShakeYourMoneyMaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My mommy - shaking her money maker! She loves that song. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy because my girlfriend from school… the one that now lives in Charlotte…. Was in town and was able to party with me. Although I’m going to see in 3 weeks, it was still good to see her. Jan was last time we partied together. She had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NikkiJamesEricka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NikkiJamesEricka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Twin, GTL, E [from Charlotte])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my family loves GTL. My one cousin that’s going to Vegas with us, was like “I love GTL! He’s going to be my roll-dog in Vegas. He said he’s going to look out for me!” LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/JamesWarrenTiffCheron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/JamesWarrenTiffCheron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(GTL, Warren, Me, &amp; Cheron [another cousin])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… I woke up and got ready for Church. It was hard as hell to get out of bed, but I did and was glad that I did. The message was to love: Love God and my neighbors as I love myself…. So I love you guys :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Church, I came home and cooked a roast and it was delicious!!! I also washed clothes and uploaded my pics while GTL watched football. I also took a well deserved &amp;amp; much needed NAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116282494431421736?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116282494431421736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116282494431421736&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116282494431421736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116282494431421736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-great-weekend-it-wasnt-real-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116256341553273409</id><published>2006-11-03T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:16:55.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Weekend Compared to Most</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I do have plans, but compared to my past weekends, this one will be pretty chill for me. I don’t have something planned everyday, which is a relief for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight….. NOTHING! GTL and I are going to order a pizza and sit in the house and catch up on our Friday shows: Vegas and Numbers. I have to work at my part-time job so I won’t be up that late tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow…. Work 8AM-4PM – really doing homework 8AM-4PM. When I get off, I’m going to take a nap. Saturday night… my cousins are having their 30th birthday party at &lt;a href="”www.onebaltimore.com”"&gt;Club One&lt;/a&gt;. They have it set up that family gets in free all night and don’t have to wait in line, so that’s what’s up. GTL is family so he gets in free. A lot of my girlfriends are Scorpios so they get in free all night. Only a few will have to pay $10… But it should be fun, because if the same bouncer is there that used to be when I went all the time before, they will be in VIP right along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…. As long as I don’t get too wasted Sat night, I’m going to Church. I changed my schedule to make sure I was off on Sunday from my part-time job because I was originally scheduled to work…. But if I want to party for real, I couldn’t be getting up for work the next day. Other than that…. NOTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait…. I miss doing NOTHING during the weekends. What are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116256341553273409?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116256341553273409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116256341553273409&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116256341553273409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116256341553273409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/chill-weekend-compared-to-most.html' title='Chill Weekend Compared to Most'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116249291154273199</id><published>2006-11-02T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:41:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know Me a Little Better</title><content type='html'>1. What is your occupation? Help Desk Technician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? White &amp; pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? An idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate? Bacon, Egg and Cheese Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you drive a stick shift? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? GTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old are you today? 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite drinks? Hennessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever dyed your hair? I’ve gotten streaks… Once I did the multi-color ones and they were red…. BRIGHT red, and I cried. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pets? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite food? Bar-B-Q Spare Ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the last movie you watched? Saw 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you do to vent anger? Drink and/or have sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What were your favorite toys as a kid? Cabbage Patch Doll, Barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall because of my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs or kisses? Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cherry or blueberry? Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you want your friends to send this back? Guess in my case that means post.. I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. . Who is the most likely to respond? Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who is least likely to respond? Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Living arrangements? 50% with my mom and 50% with GTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you cried? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is the friend you have had the longest that your sending this to? n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do last night? Watch TV while I washed clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your current relationship status? Soon to be engaged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116249291154273199?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116249291154273199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116249291154273199&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116249291154273199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116249291154273199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-to-know-me-little-better.html' title='Get to Know Me a Little Better'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116238943928008437</id><published>2006-11-01T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T08:57:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!!</title><content type='html'>I got my automatic starter!!!! Well… I been had it, it was just never installed. But it is now! So now on those brick cold mornings, all I have to due is press a button about 5 min before I’m ready to walk out the door and walla! When I get to my car it’s nice and warm. :-)  Which I think I will definitely need this winter, cause if last weekend is any indication of how cold it’s going to be…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so happy! Fox got some sense and moved House back to 9PM. I really like house, but not better than NCIS.  So once CBS started their lineup this season, I stopped watching House. I don’t know why these stations made so many changes to their lineups anyway… I had a schedule last year of what shows to watch on what day at what time.  Thursday was one of my favorite days…. I had Will &amp; Grace, CSI, and Without a Trace. Now all I have is CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to GTL, I was supposed to go to this bar crawl last night for Halloween.  For those like me that don’t know what that is, it’s bar hopping, but you’re so drunk that you have to “crawl” to the next bar. I didn’t remember saying I was going…. So I didn’t. After class last night, I was too tired to go anywhere but my bed and watch my shows.  But he and his friends had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s November, and tied with July…. This is my broke month. So many birthdays!! I decided a long time ago that I only do birthdays for my friends, not Christmas… but I never expected so many of my friends to have birthdays in the same month: GTL, Kween, TE, Nikki…. Not to mention my cousins – I have 4 of them…. Along with my grandmother.  I think I’m more broke in November and July than I am in December for Christmas! And it doesn’t help that GTL and I have something planned for every weekend in this month.  Oh well… I’ll be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116238943928008437?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116238943928008437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116238943928008437&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116238943928008437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116238943928008437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/11/yippee.html' title='Yippee!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116222575941570754</id><published>2006-10-30T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:36:55.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>I had a very busy weekend. But I had a LOT of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my happy hour. Not as many people came out that was supposed to because they were scared of a little rain. But it’s cool, because those that did come out had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/thegang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/thegang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/LM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/LM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/party1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/party1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/wasted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/wasted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink specials: 2 for 1 damn near all night long, when it was supposed to end at 8PM. Our bartender Cody hooked us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/cody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/cody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday GTL and I went to Lincoln. Cold and Windy are not the words!! I dressed in layers, but damn if I wasn’t still cold as fuck. That wind wasn’t no joke. But my first Homecoming experience was cool. I couldn’t get over how cold it was outside. I saw an informal step show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Kappa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Kappa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate well. I had a 2 foot sub (not to myself of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/DST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/DST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was delicious!! If you want to see more Lincoln Homecoming pics, check out GTL’s spot b/c I honestly don’t know half of the people in the pictures! LOL. My only complaint from the day is the After Party…. I was sober all night. Ya’ll know how I like to drink. &gt;:-( And so was my friend Hasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/hasaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/hasaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we came back. Relaxed most of the day. Then we went to dinner. I took GTL and my 3 homegirls to Champ’s to eat as my THANK YOU for helping me with my mom’s party. After dinner, GTL and I went to see Saw 3. I’m not sure how I feel about this movie. It was just OK in comparison to the first two. The ending SUCKED BALLS. Cause it’s like… so will there be 4th? And if so…. How the hell are they going to pull it off this time? I don’t know…. I think I probably could’ve waited to see that one on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a good weekend. How was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116222575941570754?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116222575941570754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116222575941570754&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116222575941570754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116222575941570754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116196612552529066</id><published>2006-10-27T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:22:05.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t want to be here</title><content type='html'>And it’s not because I’m excited about tonight or this weekend or anything like that… I just rather be in my bed right now. Today is cloudy and supposed to be rainy out all day…. This is the perfect day to be in my bed… not at work. But since I can’t go anywhere…. I’ll make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend….. I have a lot in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight…. I won a happy hour at &lt;a href="http://thelodgebarbaltimore.com/"&gt;The Lodge Bar&lt;/a&gt;. They’re only offering drink specials from 8PM-10PM… so I decided to start it at 7PM. I’ll probably go down a little earlier, just so I’m there to greet my guests. Hopefully it will a lot of fun. They play decent music (Top 40) but then they play a ban around 10PM or so. I hope the band is good… cause the couple of times I’ve been, they sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow… Headed to the mall to find a cute shirt to wear that night. Tried looking last night, but had no luck. So hopefully I’ll find a sexy shirt… Gotta look good when I go up to Lincoln :-) After that, GTL and I are hitting to road to go to Lincoln’s homecoming. Don’t worry, I’ll be dressed in layers! And I’ll have my skully, no plans on getting sick over here! We’re staying the night up there so we can go to the after-party. What’s crazy about this party is that it ends at 3AM…. This is the alumni party… the current’s students party ends at 5AM. What’s up with that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…. We’ll come back from PA. I’m kind of late with it, but better late than never…. I’m taking my 3 girlfriends and GTL out for dinner. They helped me sooo much with my mother’s surprise birthday party…. No one in my family (except my grandmother, and she’s my dad’s mom!) helped me with the party. I told them that I was going to treat them to dinner to show my appreciation…. But I had to make it clear to those drunks that if they want alcohol, they’re on their own. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What plans do you have?? Hope you have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="”http://thelodgebarbaltimore.com/”"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116196612552529066?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116196612552529066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116196612552529066&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116196612552529066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116196612552529066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-want-to-be-here.html' title='I don’t want to be here'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116188088775294931</id><published>2006-10-26T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:41:28.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I was thinking…. I’m happy. Everything is well in the world of TTD. I read my buddy &lt;a href="”http://antisocialvoices.blogspot.com”"&gt;Freaky Deaky’s blog&lt;/a&gt; today and it had me thinking. I’m one of those selfish bloggers he’s talking about. The kind that post occasionally, but always want to read other’s. I don’t do it intentionally, but have come to the conclusion, it’s because I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started this blog, I hated my job. I hated (well, really was frustrated with) my current friend/roommate at the time. So I was posting often cause I had a lot on my chest to vent about. But that’s not the case anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job; even my part-time job. My ex-roommate is now only an associate so I don’t worry myself over her anymore. My current friends, although not perfect, are great to me. My husband is great. Of course, as with any relationship, there’s the occasionally lover’s quarrel, but other than that…. We have no problems: great communication, trust, sex...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have nothing to complain about. *Knock on Wood* So of late, I’ve been posting about twice a week… once to tell what I have planned for the weekend, and the other to share pictures and tell you about the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for you Freaky… I’m going to try and do better. I probably won’t come up w/ any thought provoking topics (like my husband) but I will do my best to post more... now I won't promise that I actually will post more (LOL) cause I am an only child... but I will try :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116188088775294931?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116188088775294931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116188088775294931&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116188088775294931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116188088775294931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-morning-i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116178840091391246</id><published>2006-10-25T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:00:00.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could’ve Been Rich!!</title><content type='html'>I love my new class! My new teacher is NOT boring at all, and the stories he tell are actually pretty funny. The class is supposed to go until 8:30… but he said he’s going to try his best to get us out of there by 7:30. So this class is looking really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK… so last night.. 2 min before class I go online and try to check my hotmail.  I get the message that hotmail.com was for sale. If I was fast on my feet and I had more time, I would’ve bought that damn domain! Do you know how much Microsoft would’ve offered me to buy it back from me??? I wouldn’t even had been greedy, I only would’ve asked for $1 million. LOL! Next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for this weekend… Have a Happy Hour that I’m hosting on Friday… that should be a lot of fun. Then Sat, headed to Lincoln to experience my first REAL college homecoming… excited…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week is going by pretty good, no complaints on my end.  A friend of mine got stabbed last week, so my prayers are with him for a quick &amp; full recovery and also to be smart about the situation…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really to say, so I’ll end for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116178840091391246?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116178840091391246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116178840091391246&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116178840091391246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116178840091391246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-couldve-been-rich.html' title='I Could’ve Been Rich!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116160809678115398</id><published>2006-10-23T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:08:23.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dehydrated!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;***Update***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got an A in my class!!!!! Yah me!!!! I still have a 4.0 in Grad School!!! Celebration bitches! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend. Only one bad night, and that was Thursday. I got my belly-button pierced August 2005. Sometimes it still bothers me. Well Thursday night, I decided I was going to take it out and give my stomach a break. When I woke up Friday morning to put my belly ring back in, the hole had closed on me. WTF! It was only 8 hours ago when I took it out. =( And yes, I’m sure its closed. It closed from the inside out. I could get in the top and bottom holes, but it doesn’t go pass the entrance. Oh well. Maybe in another year or so I’ll get it done over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was my date with my mom and grandmother. We did Popeyes. I haven’t been to this Popeyes since &lt;a href="”http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/03/30-min-at-fast-food-restaurant.html”"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; episode back in March. And lo and behold, they fucked my order up again. I asked for mashed potatoes and red beans &amp; rice. I got mashed potatoes and cole slaw. YUCK! I hate cole slaw. But I was already at my grandmothers… luckily her and my mom eat it.. so it didn’t go to waste. But this time I went online and complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Hedge was a really cute movie. My mother and grandmother were cracking up. I laughed here and there. I don’t know.. ever since Finding Nemo, there haven’t been that many really good cartoons. I mean I absolutely LOVE Finding Nemo. I can watch that movie repeatedly and crack up. Chicken Little was good, but I digress. I would recommend Over the Hedge to anyone to RENT… I don’t know about buying it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I had to work. When I got off of work, I got myself together for the Baltimore Meet &amp;amp; Greet. The plan was to meet at Organized Noise hotel and walk down. We got to his hotel and realized how far away it was from the harbor and the price for parking at his hotel, we opted to drive. LOL. We got there and headed straight to the bar to wait for the others. We got drinks from our bartender Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/bartender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/bartender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest came, we went to our table and ordered appetizers and more drinks from our waiter Quad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/MJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t he look like the young Michael Jackson? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL asked for something strong to drink, the strongest drink possible. Quad didn’t think that he could kill his drink, so they made a wager that if he killed his drink, our wings were ½ off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/5sec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/5sec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drink was gone in 5 seconds. Organized Noise was like, it I knew it would’ve been gone that fast, I would’ve recorded it. LMAO. Because of that, Quad kept giving him free shots of drinks, but wouldn’t tell him what they were. It was like guess the shot! We were eating and drinking and being merry. Kween got some potato salad with her mini burgers that were horrible. And people started acting. LOL. They ate the some potato salad and would act like it was good. What was funny was that, Quad came by and was like, “Don’t do that!” when Kween was about to take a bite. He was like, they look good, but I wouldn’t recommend ANYONE eating them. They’re disgusting. Well No1Special hid the bad taste very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/goodjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/goodjob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GTL couldn’t hide it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/canthide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/canthide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 PM and the drinks were now ½ priced. You know what that means!! More drinks!! And more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/MikeSeanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/MikeSeanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/jameskionne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/jameskionne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/briantarisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/briantarisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/MikeReesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/MikeReesie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the games started. We played never-have-I-ever. I swear... you learn so much about people from these games. When people would drink to certain statements made… and we all had the WTF look on our faces, demonstrations had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/demonstrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/demonstrate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to rep our schools. The whole reason behind the meet and greet was for Morgan’s Homecoming, so here are the Morgan Alums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what! MSU, wasn’t the only school represented there. We Are… Penn State!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/psu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/psu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a ball and are trying to make plans to go up to NY some time in Spring 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/all.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/all.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to work again. And then I took a loooong nap before dinner. Dinner was good. We had lasagna and wine w/ sundaes for dessert. We watched Old School and then Cold Case. Everybody left and then I fell asleep on Without a Trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get well rested this week, because this upcoming weekend is going to be off the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116160809678115398?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116160809678115398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116160809678115398&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116160809678115398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116160809678115398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-dehydrated.html' title='I&apos;m Dehydrated!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116126630869854037</id><published>2006-10-19T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:58:28.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been MIA the past couple of days from the blog world because I had to modify my rough draft so that I can submit my final copy last night. IT Law is officially over as of 8PM last night. WOO HOO!!!! No break though, cause next Tuesday I start Customer Relationship Management. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I’ll get a B in the class. I sooo slacked this course, so I don’t think I’ll be getting my usual A =(.  We’ll see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Hollywood Videos so I can get Over the Hedge. I have a “date” with my grandmother Friday. Hopefully she’ll cook! But that’s wishful thinking! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (after work) it will be on!!! I get to re-meet BK Diva &amp; Honey-Libra. I also get to meet Organized Noise and two other Baltimore bloggers… We’re going to dinner down the harbor and get a couple of drinks and laugh it up. It should be fun.  Maybe do a comedy club afterwards… I’m still contemplating that one because I have to go to work the next morning… we’ll see come that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… is our “Sunday dinner.”  Every month, GTL and our friends and I have a “Sunday Dinner.” We rotate months – who’s hosting &amp; cooking. I think we’re having chicken this weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much going on with me. I don’t have anything going on in my mind that I need to vent about.  I’m tired. I think all of these weekend activities and working out &amp;amp; school during the week is starting to take it’s toll on me… but you only live once, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116126630869854037?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116126630869854037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116126630869854037&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116126630869854037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116126630869854037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-mia-past-couple-of-days-from.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116100755014031186</id><published>2006-10-16T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:26:58.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Meeting New People</title><content type='html'>My weekend was great. And now I’m really exhausted and dehydrated. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday…. I went to Kween’s play. A-MA-ZING… I love this play. It was the prequel to a play we went to last year.. I don’t know which one I like better. But I think this one was funnier. Laa, Missy, and No1Special came through the play prior to heading to love. I got a taste of what I would be in store for on Saturday… Those ladies are mad cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play… GTL and I were supposed to go to a party with his co-workers, but he knew that I really wanted to go to the after-party with my girlfriends. So we made a deal that we’d go to the after-party for a few and then head to his party. Well…. The music was jumping and I really wanted to stay, so we went our separate ways. And my girlfriend bought me home. I had a blast with my friends and he had a blast with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/IMGP2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/IMGP2193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bloggers at the play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/IMGP2195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/IMGP2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me &amp; my girls at the play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/IMGP2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/IMGP2189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me &amp;amp; GTL at the play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/8a52re2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/7d92re2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/36fdre2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday…. GTL and I spent most of the day together. We went to the mall, then he went to get a hair cut, while I went to get my feet done. We ate, then while I took a nap, he worked a little bit… and then we headed to Upper Marlboro for the DC Meet and Greet. I had a blast. I met some bloggers that I’ve read for a while, some that I read occasionally, and one that I must start reading. There was spades, twister, questions, never-have-I-ever… GTL and I didn’t get back home until like 4:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/3d8dre2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/3d8dre2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a shirt that people liked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/6cb0re2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/6cb0re2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dynasty &amp; No1Special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/eb65re2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/eb65re2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eddie, Missy, Laa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/1197re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/1197re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Missy &amp;amp; BK Diva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/100dre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/100dre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me &amp; BK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to pronounce Laa’s name. It’s not Laa, in the sense… “Jay-Z be smoking that laa, laa, laa…” It’s pronounce LAY… When she told me her real name… I was wondering where LAA came from. LOL. Wait a second… what happened to Honey-Libra??? And D-Dot????? Ya’ll missed a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/36fdre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/36fdre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Twister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/c849re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/c849re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BK Diva, I forgot dude's name, &amp;amp; Eddie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/b154re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/b154re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me &amp;amp; GTL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…. The plan was to go to Church…. But that didn’t happen. I didn’t wake up until the time that I needed to be leaving the house. So I played with my iPod until it was time to head to PA for GTL’s basketball alumni game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played well… but you can tell some of his teammates haven’t played in a while. They got their asses kicked but the current Lincoln basketball team!!! I saw my “little boyfriend” from high school. He’s a current student/athlete at Lincoln. Which was crazy to me b/c he was my age, but a year behind… He’s a junior. But he explained to me that he was in a bit of “trouble” after high school, but he finally got himself together and he’s trying his hardest to stay out of “trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, I reserved our room at a hotel out there for the end of the month when we go back for the homecoming. We had a different reservation at another hotel that wasn’t as close.. and I’m about to cancel that one right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I have been trying to upload my photos for like 3 hours!!!!! I hate blogger.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116100755014031186?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116100755014031186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116100755014031186&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116100755014031186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116100755014031186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-like-meeting-new-people.html' title='I Like Meeting New People'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116033422194485495</id><published>2006-10-08T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:14:10.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Various Thoughts - Updated to Answer Truth or Dare Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***Last updated 10/10 @ 3:00 EST***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend GTL and I were supposed to go to the movies to see Jackass 2 and Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. But since it rained Friday and Saturday, I opted to stay in the house instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we sat up talking and drinking and just getting to know each other a little better… I swear.. you never really know a person and these little sessions are great for our relationship… helps to clear up any misunderstandings that we may have. And they always end well. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we began our X-Men Marathon. I seen the first one in bits and pieces and really didn’t really remember much about the movie. I never saw the other two. We got through the first two, but they are a little long and since I had to work this morning, we decided to save the third one for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get off, I’m going home to wash my hair. Then I’ll be headed to my grandmother’s because she is cooking dinner just for me :-) The past few years she has always been out of town on my birthday and I let her know I was feeling neglected, so to make up for it, she’s cooking me my favorite: Bar-B-Q Spare ribs, collard greens, and baked macaroni and cheese. I can’t wait!!! So as long as I don’t catch the “itis" too bad… X-men three will get watched tonight. Which means, I will probably miss Cold Case and Without a Trace, but I’ll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so sucks that I have to work tomorrow. The company that my job has a contract with is a government job and they are closed… but for some strange reason, we have to go in. But whatever. I got a lot of homework done today, and probably will get a lot more done tomorrow as well. Two more weeks in the stupid class, then I will begin another. I think I like the new class already, because unlike my current teacher, my book requirements and 1st weeks assignment is posted in enough time prior to the class beginning and I also received an email letting me know that it was there. Seems like this class is nice and organized and I need structure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is this game of Truth or Dare going around the blogworld. I was going to stay away, but &lt;a href="http://visionz74.blogspot.com/"&gt;T. Cas&lt;/a&gt; asked me to joined, so I said why not? I’m not going to post the rules, because damn near all of the bloggers that I read and/or read me are playing it. I chose truth. He could tell by my last post that I’m a drinker, so he asked me what was my most embarrassing moment when I was drunk. I thought long and hard about this one…. (I was about to say I’ve never been embarrassed while I was drunk – because I really couldn’t think of a time, but it just hit me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Labor Days ago… I went out with &lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/tarisa79/Cooltothe4th/"&gt;TE&lt;/a&gt; and her now ex-roommate. When I first met her &amp; her ex-roommate and they invited me out with them to party down Club One cause GTL told them how now that I was back from undergrad, the friends that I had in Baltimore, all had kids and I really didn’t have anybody to party with. Her ex-roommate was telling me how all they do when they go out is drink and dance all night long. Cool! Cause that’s me all of the way. I like to drink a lot before I leave so by time I get to the club I’m already drunk, or I need just one more drink to get me there and by time I leave, from all that dancing, I’m sober again. So I get to their house, they made some sort of concoction that I “just had to try” on top of what I had already had in me. So needless to say, I was wasted. We gets to the club, we’re partying for like 20-30 minutes… I’m like, these girls are cool. I can really party with them. THEN… the ex-roommate feet start to hurt and she wants to go down a level to sit down for a while. That while turned into the rest of the night. So I’m wasted just sitting down and the liquor is taking it’s toll on me. We leave and while in the car on the way back. TE is balling on 695. I started getting nauseous. I asked her to pull over, she didn’t hear me. I asked her again a little louder. By the time she pulled over to the shoulder, it was too late. I had already threw up on myself. I didn’t want to throw up in her car and leave stains so I tried to catch it in my hands. LOL. But most of it just got on my shirt. Talk about gross!!!! And to some…. This may not be that embarrassing, but it was to me because this was the first time I hung out with them and I didn’t want them to think I couldn’t handle my liquor cause I’m a soldier! LOL. My tolerance is better than some dudes I know… I just need to party that shit off! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to do any dares, cause I seem to always have picture problems, so for the remainder of the game, I’m going to chose truth. So if there is something that you want me to answer… just hit it up in the comment section or in my cbox to the left. (Yes.. I finally got one. LOL) Also, put whatever you want from me (truth or dare) and then check back for your command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited about October. I’m going to be really busy every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday, I’m going to see my &lt;a href="http://kween007.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister’s&lt;/a&gt; play. Then that Saturday, I’m going to meet up with some bloggers: &lt;a href="http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;N1S&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bklyndiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;BK&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ctrese21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laa&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://ddottheking.blogspot.com/"&gt;D. Dot&lt;/a&gt; (I know there are some others…) They’re coming in town for &lt;a href="http://www.howard.edu/"&gt;Howard’s&lt;/a&gt; Homecoming. Sunday, GTL and I will be heading to PA to his &lt;a href="http://www.lincoln.edu/"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt; for a alumni basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Saturday, I’ll be meeting up with some more bloggers. This meet and greet is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://mamcw.blogspot.com"&gt;Organized Noise&lt;/a&gt; for the purpose of &lt;a href="http://www.morgan.edu/"&gt;Morgan’s&lt;/a&gt; Homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Saturday of the month, we’ll be back up to GTL’s school, for their homecoming. I didn’t participate in this many school activities when I was in school. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fun doesn’t stop there… I have something plan for each weekend in November too….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Below the asterisks will be updates from the truth or dare game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honey Libra asked what was my 1st impression of GTL when I met him.&lt;/span&gt; Well when I 1st, 1st met him, I was 8. LOL. I thought, he could really play basketball. When I re-met him down the club, I was drunk, and when we exchanged numbers, I was thinking... I hope he's not trying to fuck me b/c that was like my big brother at basketball camp. You can check out our story &lt;a href="http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/01/tiffany-n-james-8-19-2004.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BlkButterfly asked what's the one thing you did in the past that you would change? and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I was 19, I got a tattoo of my then boyfriend's name on my arm. At the time I was in love, and had been for 4 years. I thought we were going to last forever. I regret doing that because now he and aren't together. I have a new man in my life that I love very dearly and I know it's hard for him to see another man's name on my arm. The size and location of it makes it difficult to get it covered. And to get it removed, will be costly... but I'm working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robert Mack asked me After Reading Serial Dater's blog would you still date him? and what the hell does TTD stand for?&lt;/span&gt; 1st question - no, I wouldn't. Not only because I have a boyfriend, but because 1) I don't think I want to be in one of his stories. 2) Just reading his stories makes me think that since his divorce, he's only after one thing. I'm done w/ the fuck-buddy stage.. I need more. 2nd question - It's my initials, but w/ my future husband's last initial. First name is Tiffany.. but I'm not giving out my whole government! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MzNewAgenda asked If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? If you could have any career in the world, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt; I would live in Italy. Venice to be exact. I just love the gondalas!! My ideal career is to be a housewife! LOL. So that I can spend my time volunteering for various charities. Now only if GTL gets his act together and goes overseas to play basketball.. it could all work out! LOL.  Although I'm laughing.. I'm serious. I don't like working... I do currently like my current position.. but I much rather not have to work at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116033422194485495?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116033422194485495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116033422194485495&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116033422194485495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116033422194485495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/various-thoughts-updated-to-answer.html' title='Various Thoughts - Updated to Answer Truth or Dare Questions'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-116005286763293326</id><published>2006-10-05T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:54:27.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIQUOR WARNING</title><content type='html'>My "twin" sent this email to me (for a 2nd time.. lol) I can't remember if I posted it or not, and I'm too lazy to search to see if I did or not... so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquor manufacturers have accepted the Government's suggestion that the following warning labels be placed immediately on all varieties of alcohol containers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what happened to your drawers or bra and panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe you are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause a disturbance in the time-space continuum, leaving you unable to account for large chunks of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you have mystical Kung Fu powers, resulting in you getting your ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to roll over in the morning and see something really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead, knees and lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The crumsumpten of alcohol may Mack you tink you kan tpye reel gode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I finished my paper (for it to be a rough draft anyways...) I called off of work yesterday and started on it like I was getting paid for it. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-116005286763293326?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/116005286763293326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=116005286763293326&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116005286763293326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/116005286763293326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/liquor-warning.html' title='LIQUOR WARNING'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115980954914165490</id><published>2006-10-02T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:19:09.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Not Focused</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to write (or at least start) on my paper this weekend – didn’t happen. I have my topic, but I don’t know where I want to go with it. I have to turn in a rough draft for a 15 page paper on Wed – I may call out of work… we’ll see.  But I have no desire to complete it.  Like right now, I should be researching for some stuff, what am I doing? Writing &amp; reading blogs!  Pray for me ya’ll that I’ll get it together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend recap –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday didn’t go exactly as planned…. We watched the movie, but not at the time we were supposed to. We had a rule for the viewers who saw the movie – don’t say the lines, else take a shot of tequila (I think that was a  bad idea) cause once the shots started flowing, the more lines were being said… One viewer would not be quiet &amp; then got mad cause we kept telling her to be quiet… Friday was interesting to say the least… but we finally got through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday GTL and I was supposed to go to the Taste of Baltimore, but it rained for most of it, so we opted to stay in and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday GTL and I went to Six Flags for my company’s picnic… it didn’t rain!!! We got there at 11AM, and we had rode all of the rides, ate, and played some games by 2:30PM – there were absolutely NO LINES!! That was so great!! Next year, I’m taking some more people with us.. they tried to say only SO &amp; children could come – what a lie!! I was so proud of my baby – GTL does not do roller coasters… at all. He got on 3 of them with me! He did so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… I’m at work… wishing I was home so I can work on my paper. I think I may call out tomorrow and spend my day at my school researching crap…. We’ll see. Have a good week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115980954914165490?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115980954914165490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115980954914165490&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115980954914165490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115980954914165490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-focused.html' title='I’m Not Focused'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115954359905190190</id><published>2006-09-29T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:39:33.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>I’ve been trying to post the pictures from the party since Tuesday night. I give up. Blogger is a piece of shit and I quit!!!! Sorry I can’t share.. if you really want to see them, holla at me and I’ll email them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight… I will be doing a movie night with my GTL and our friends. One of my friends has never seen Coming to America. Can you believe that? So no one can pick on her anymore, we’re going to rent it, order some pizzas and bug out all night long. We had so much alcohol at my birthday party that we have some left over. I’m sure some of that will get drank tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow… We’re going to the &lt;a href="”www.TasteofBaltimore.com”"&gt;Taste of Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;. I was supposed to take my little sister (the one I volunteer for.) I emailed her mom two weeks ago. I didn’t hear anything until today. So I assumed that she wasn't going. I’m pissed that she waited until TODAY, one day before the event to say that she can go. That was very inconsiderate and rude… so much, in my opinion, that I don’t even want to go get her. People really blow me sometimes. Anyways… after the Taste of Baltimore, I’ll be home… working on a 15 page paper that I haven’t given 2 seconds of thought about. It’s due next Wed. I’m just not in the mood for school. I thought after a few classes, that would change, but it hasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… My job is giving their company picnic at Six Flags. GTL and I will be there. I’m going to make him get on all of the roller coasters with me! I can’t wait. Hopefully, it won’t rain like they’re calling for. And if it does, it’s really quick and really light.. and of course before or after I go! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend people. What are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115954359905190190?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115954359905190190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115954359905190190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115954359905190190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115954359905190190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115927892699600923</id><published>2006-09-26T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:46:58.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m so tired.. But it was well worth it!</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful birthday weekend. I haven’t celebrated all weekend like this since my 21st birthday. I took pictures, but not a lot b/c (1) I was by time more people came, I was drunk already. (2) I got a new memory card for my camera, and it wasn’t working right – I have to send that shit back!!! I’ll edit this post later tonight and add the pictures, cause I didn’t forward them to myself so I can have them at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off of work at 1:30PM. Originally, I was supposed to go get my little sister and she was going to come to my party, but when I called her, she told me she couldn’t make it. (YES!) I know that’s not right, but she lives all the way on the other side of town, and I still had to finish cooking and setting things up. I already made the seafood salad, but nothing else was done. On the menu, we had seafood salad, meatballs, fried chicken, hot wings, honey-bar-b-q wings, veggie platter, and mozzarella sticks (for those that came early). The bar lineup was Gin, Absolut, Long Island Iced-Tea, Evan Williams, Tequila, some blue mess, and Bacradi (dark &amp; light) – this was to start off with. As more people came, so did more bottles. And since it was MY birthday, I got a lot of bottles, just for me :-) And every time I got a new bottle, I would say “Happy Birthday… to me!” LOL. By the end of the night... I had 10 bottles total: 8 of Hennessy, 1 bottle of 1738, and 1 bottle of Moet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Hennessy.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Hennessy.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I throw these parties often, and we always have a ball – but I think this was the best of them yet!! At the beginning it seemed like there were 100 chicks there (LOL – it was really only 20.) Mid-way through, the ratio was even. At the end of the night, it seemed to be 100 dudes! LOL. Everyone was drunk as hell! I finally met Honey-Libra (my blog twin cause we have so much stuff in common! LOL) Her and her girlfriends are mad cool. From the looks of blog, she really enjoyed herself (so I’ll be sure to let her know when the next one is.) The party was over about 4AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that I was going to go the baseball game, but I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t have a hangover, I just was too damn tired to go. The game started at 4:30PM. My brother show started at 8PM. That’s too much driving in the same area, b/c what I would’ve worn to the game, I wouldn’t have worn to the show. And where the show was in comparison to the stadium was only like 15 min away – that’s a waste of gas. So GTL and I slept most of Saturday away. We went to lunch… first we were going to do brunch at Denny’s but then I was like, nope! I want Wendy’s. So we’re waiting in line (what seemed to be forever) and then the cook came from behind the counter with her gloves on, walked to the bathroom, like five minutes later, she came back out… with the SAME GLOVES ON!!!!! GTL and I watched her walk into the back, and grabbed a bag of fries and threw them into the deep fryer – WITHOUT CHANGING HER GLOVES!!! Gross!! So we kindly left and went to another Wendy’s b/c I was intent on getting my #2 no onions w/ a biggie Dr. Pepper! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother’s show was OK. It didn’t start on time – but what do you expect, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; never do! The acts were a little long – especially since they were unknown acts. But my “best friend” and his little brother did well when they performed. But as I said, the show was long as hell, so we left half way through. Then we went to Houlian’s to eat. The service sucked, but the food was good. We bugged out while we were there and GTL and I experienced 1738 for the 1st time while &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt; to the restaurant! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and went to Church. Thanked God for a allowing me to get through another blessed year. Waited for GTL to finish his game and then he took me to Philadelphia for dinner. His dad &amp;amp; step-mom treated us to dinner and bought me a really nice watch w/ a matching bracelet. They also got me a cake! I love cake. After dinner, we watch Cold Case &amp;amp; Without A Trace – good season premieres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be my recuperation day. But since I’m still tired, I guess I didn’t get much rest, huh? GTL and I both had off. We slept in and then went to the mall. I have a $25 gift card for Nine West, so I get a purse. GTL paid for me to get a massage – amazing by the way! Then we did lunch at the Japanese restaurant that’s in the mall. After that, we watched movies. Someone told me that “When A Stranger Calls” sucked – but I liked it!! Then GTL and my girlfriends went to dinner at Fridays. We all go appetizers and then when our food came, we all took a bite, and was full. The Friday’s people sung me happy birthday and gave me (or should I say us) ice cream, and we all devoured it! I was trying to watch CSI: Miami, but I couldn’t stay awake! =( If anyone knows who the killer was, please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great birthday weekend!!! And next year will be even better because I’ll be celebrating the big 2–5! How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115927892699600923?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115927892699600923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115927892699600923&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115927892699600923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115927892699600923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-tired-but-it-was-well-worth-it.html' title='I’m so tired.. But it was well worth it!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115893050363666339</id><published>2006-09-22T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:08:23.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>OK, so today isn’t really my birthday, it’s Monday… but since my party is tonight... today FEELS like my birthday. I’m sure I’m going to be showered with bottles of Hennessy! LOL. When I had a party for leaving TRP, by the end of the night, I had 3 bottles of the regular Hennessy and 1 bottle of Hennessy Privileged… Just imagine how many I will have since it’s my birthday! I’m getting excited already!! And my homie Honey-Libra supposed to come through to help me celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided that I’m going to go the Orioles game tomorrow (as long as I’m not too sick to get up!)  And after that, I’ll be headed to my brother’s show. He said that it should end about 12AM. That’s too late to try to go to a club (for me anyways cause I likes to party all night long!) So I may hit up a bar later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have to let you guys know what GTL did for me for Sunday on Tuesday cause as I said before, it’s a surprise. Monday (my actual birthday) I will be chilling, recuperating from the weekend… home, laid up w/ GTL all day. I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little off my birthday… I got my braids taken out last night. I think I’m so done with dealing with African shops altogether when it comes to getting braids. Feb 2005, I went to a shop to get them done. The lady told me over the phone it would cost $150. When I got there, she tried to up the price on me to like $180 or something. I was like, all I have is $150 cause that’s what you told me. Since I was like I’ll leave and go somewhere else that’ll take the $150, if not less, she took me, but braided the braids as short as possible, I had the braids w/ the burnt ends, so some of MY hair got burnt too. This time, I went to my cousin’s homegirl and they looked like I went to the shop! Well,  last night I was supposed to go to shop A to get them taken out. Called on Sunday to see when’s latest I can come in. They were like, just tell us which day and we’ll stay. So I said Thursday. Thursday came and I called early in the day just to make sure, they were like “I don’t know, call back later to find out.” WTF?!?! So I called back at 3 to make sure someone would be there at 4:45 – they said yes. You know when I got there, they were closed? Pissed, is not the word for how I felt.  Luckily Shop B was still open and took me. But do you know this bitch tried to charge me $60?? Yeah right! I only paid $100 to get them put in! I was expecting to pay $40 and that’s all I had on me. She was like, “You bring the rest, when we finish?” I said sure. Yeah fucking right!! She knew I wasn’t bringing that money back cause she kept trying to go with me. I was like, I’m not taking you with me cause I don’t know you. You’re not getting in my car! I told her I’d be back in like 5-10 to go to the bank and come back. Then she was like, well my ride is almost here, wait and we can go together… I was like, I’m not waiting! I’ll bring you your money back. I left in the direction of the bank, turned at the corner and took my ass home. Fuck I look like paying $60 for them to take my braids out when I helped her and she had like 10 kids in there that she kept stopping to fuck with? Bitch must think I’m stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off my soapbox now… I’m ready to party!!!!!!! Have a good weekend, I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115893050363666339?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115893050363666339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115893050363666339&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115893050363666339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115893050363666339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115854806361575032</id><published>2006-09-17T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:54:24.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to be Doing Homework</title><content type='html'>But I’m just not in the mood. I finished my normal weekly tasks. But I have a chapter to read, as well as an abstract and outline for my paper to complete – don’t feel like it! It took me forever to do my weekly tasks, when it should’ve taken me an hour tops. I’m a little discouraged in completing the outline and abstract, because honestly, I don’t know what topics within my paper I want to cover. I mean, damn, I just picked my topic last week. I haven’t event really started looking for references in order for me to know what topics are out there for me to discuss – which is probably why I don’t feel like doing it. I don’t feel like reading because my teacher likes to go off on tangents and spends like 50% of the course discussing things that aren’t on the presentation. We have yet to discuss our pre-class assignment, let alone the other readings we’ve been assigned, so why waste my time? There aren’t any test/quizzes in the course, so what’s the point. If the book was interesting and didn’t make me sleepy, then maybe, but again… I’m not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I had a freaking ball! I said that I couldn’t party until 4AM, but I was wrong! Parking lots know they be getting over on you when something is going on. It’s already high as fuck to park in DC as is, but why were they charging $25 to park in a lot? Oh, cause Ludacris was there! I’m not trying to hear that crap! LOL. But we paid it.. split the bill between 3 as much as we could. It’s 10:30PM, our passes only gets us in for free before 11PM. The line is all the way to the other end of the building… at the freaking corner. Luckily for us, we saw 3 of our homeboys that weren’t too far from the entrance, so we hopped in line with them. Then we called our other 4 girls (that were at the end of the line) to come 1-by-1 up front w/ us. They did, and we got in at 10:55PM (so we paid NOTHING!) When we got in, one of our homegirls talked to the dude at the “front desk” and worked out a deal to get us all normally $40 VIP passes for $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked upstairs to the 2nd floor and Ludacris was already performing. WTF? That was mad early. Most acts don’t start performing until like 12AM, 1AM, damn near time for the club to close. But it was cool, cause we kindly walked on the stage and was able to get a decent view and not be packed like sardines on the dance floor. He performed for like an hour or so. Then we hit the 3rd floor, wanted to do the 4th floor, but it was closed. (Digression: Has anyone in the DC/MD area been to Love/Dream and the 4th floor has been open? I’ve never been there when it was opened. What’s that all about?) Anyway… since the 3rd floor was ridiculously packed and the 4th floor was closed, we went to the 1st floor and got a drink. The 1st floor is never jumping to me, so we went back to the 2nd floor in the VIP section where we originally were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were partying our asses off. The one girl that I rode with was ready to leave like close to 2:30AM, not cause she wanted to, but because she had to get up early the next day. I was ready to go, so I decided to stay with the rest of my homies. And we didn’t leave until they turned the lights on and put us out. I had on these high ass heels and I kept them bitches on all night long (sometimes I can’t help it &amp; get ghetto with it and take my shoes off to give my feet a breather) I was so proud of myself! LMAO. But as soon as I got in the car, bets to believe I took them bad boys off!! My feet STILL hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Freaky, I didn’t get any pictures for you. I didn’t take my camera and I’m so used to not taking my phone in the club, I forgot that I had it there to take pictures of some of them scandalous looking chicks for you! But I was so drunk, they might not have came out good anyways! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to have to whip this bitches ass! In VIP, they have like an extra VIP section for those that rent tables and couches. Where we were, was up against the back of one of the couches, so we would lean against them when something came on that we weren’t feeling.  Well I was sitting there and this drunk bitch came up to me and told me to move. I really wasn’t trying to fight and I peeped that it was only her and her girl, and it was 7 of us and I’m not for unfair fights, but I know my girls and it would’ve been an unfair fight. Anyways, the convo went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drunk Bitch: Yo, move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Hmph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(with a look like bitch, if you don’t get the fuck out my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drunk Bitch: For real yo, let me get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drunk Bitch: Yo, just move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drunk Bitch Friend: &lt;em&gt;(talking to her girl)&lt;/em&gt; Yo, come on. Leave her alone. &lt;em&gt;(talking to me)&lt;/em&gt; I’m so sorry, she’s so fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drunk Bitch: For real yo, move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drunk Bitch Friend: &lt;em&gt;(noticed I was about to move, but it wasn’t to let her ass sit there!)&lt;/em&gt; Do you know my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(thinking to myself, have you ever fucking seen me before?!?)&lt;/em&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drunk Bitch Friend: Again, I am so sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(And then she dragged her drunk ass friend off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand how people can get that wasted. I’ve been drunk PLENTY of times, and I’ve never done anything stupid like that… trying to buck bad with someone over a fucking seat? Really… People really be bold when they get some drink up in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my girl had her birthday dinner party. I ate a salad and made a plate and bounced to go to work. I felt bad for having to eat and run like that, but she said that she wanted me to still come through, so I did. The short time I was there was cool. Work was work. I was pissed because the schedules got changed and the dude that was supposed to come in and relieve me didn’t know that he was supposed to. I was supposed to get off at 12AM, I didn’t get off until 1AM. Actually pissed was not the word! I was tired as hell since I didn’t get home until 5 something that morning, all I wanted to do was go home and pass out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided that I was going to go to GTL’s game today, but this league that he plays in is so unorganized! It was unorganized the first two seasons they had it, but it has the best competition in it, so that’s why he plays in it. But his game got forfeited because the other team never showed – and that’s why I hardly ever go to his games! I want to support my man, but geesh! Play in a league where if your game is scheduled at 1PM, you’re going to play at 1PM. WTH?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at work now. I got this dude at my full-time job, a part-time job here. I think that might have been a mistake… we’ll see in due time. But at the moment, he seems a little slow at grasping things. I hope he picks up on things, cause if he doesn’t last his 3 months, then I don’t get my bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Friday, he emailed me and was like, “Is any of your friends looking for love? I figured since you hooked me up w/ a job, you might can hook me up with a girl?” I was like WTF! So I nicely replied, “No, none of my friends are looking for love, they’re currently just having fun” – hoping that would be the end of it. WRONG! He replied back, “well that works too! Who comes to mind?” WHOA! Dude! I don’t know you all like that… You don’t know ANY of my friends and what they look like, so why are you trying to get me to hook you up? It took me a minute to think of a response that wouldn’t have him respond with something else and doesn’t involve me cursing him out. So I said, “Sorry, I don’t hook my friends up w/ sex partners, I let them choose their own mates.” He had left for the day, but hopefully tomorrow when I get to work, I won’t have another email. My oldest friend is 27. Dude is 38 (although he doesn’t look like it) and has corn rolls – IMO… he’s too old for that shit! And he has a kid – which is a definite deal-breaker for me and ALL of my friends. We don’t have kids of our own, so why would we want to have a ready-made family with someone else. Get serious! Let me stop talking about him b/c it’s making me not like him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week from tomorrow (Monday) is my birthday!!! I’ll be 24. This week I will be drinking plenty of water so when this weekend comes and I drink my liver away (LOL) at least I won’t be too dehydrated! LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115854806361575032?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115854806361575032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115854806361575032&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115854806361575032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115854806361575032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-to-be-doing-homework.html' title='I Need to be Doing Homework'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115832550847483576</id><published>2006-09-15T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:17:38.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESHA!!</title><content type='html'>Not much going on with me today. But there are a lot of September/Libra babies around. Today is my homegirl Tesha’s birthday. She’s ten days older than me. I know she was happy to start hanging out with me, because then she was no longer the youngest in the crew. SO WHAT! I don’t care that I’m the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s been celebrating her birthday all month! LOL. But really heavy this week. Tonight we’re going to &lt;a href="”www.lovetheclub.com”"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; (formerly Dream Night Club) in DC. She decided that she didn’t want to party in Baltimore because all the clubs in Baltimore (except Choices – YUK!) close at 2AM. She’s trying to party all night. Love closes at 4AM. Me personally… I can’t party until 4AM and then drive 45 min back home – ain’t happening!!! We’re taking two cars and me and my one (maybe 2 homegirls) are dipping like 2AM – can’t help that’s what we’re accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris is supposed to be there tonight. So that should be cool. We got passes to get in before 11PM, so we’re leaving early cause I’m sure the lines will be long as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she’s having a dinner party. I can’t stay because I have to work at my part-time job tomorrow night, but she said I can come get a plate before I go to work… that so works! I’m pretty sure she has something planned for Sunday as well, but again I have to work, so I don’t think I’ll be participating. Plus I have to rest up for the following weekend to start partying (drinking) for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!! And happy birthday to all of the September and Libra babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115832550847483576?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115832550847483576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115832550847483576&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115832550847483576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115832550847483576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-tesha.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESHA!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115806992046742674</id><published>2006-09-12T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:27:55.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Bringing Sexy Back! Yeah!</title><content type='html'>My co-worker burned Justin Timberlake’s CD for me today… so I’m excited!! I decided that since I actually bought Beyonce’s CD last week and wasn’t too impressed, I wasn’t going to take that chance and waste my money again. But as soon as I get in my car today… Justin will be going into the player!! I just love that song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday… I did nothing! I picked up my little sister and we came back to my spot and watched movies all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday… I had a blast! I was tired as hell coming home, but it was all worth it. I got up at 7AM as if I were going to work. We were on the rode by 8AM, stopped to get breakfast and then made it to &lt;a href="”"&gt;Kings Dominion&lt;/a&gt; in 2 hours. I was floating.. until like 5 miles away and then people got brake-happy and was pissing me the hell off! I have road rage for-real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, and the lines weren’t too bad for a Saturday. The only 2 rides that had long lines were The Volcano and the Hypersonic… And I love those two rides so I didn’t mind waiting. The Volcano is like the best ride ever!!! (on the east coast anyways.) We left about 6PM. By then we had rode damn near all of the rides and the ones that we missed been there forever so we knew what was in store. On the way home, my sister crashed on me 10 minutes into the ride. So I called my girlfriend from Charlotte and we tripped all the way until I got about 15 minutes into MD and then my battery died! I was pissed. I started to take the car-charger from GTL, but he went to PA that day too… So I had to drive another hour or so (taking my sister home, then going home) with nothing but Jay-Z… doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home… I hopped in the shower and CRASHED!!! GTL was out working at this club. When he came in.. I woke up, waved to him, and went right back to sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… I went to church… which felt good because it’s been a minute since I’ve been because I’ve been working a lot. After church, I came home and GTL and I stretched out… while he watched football (yah Ravens!) I read my book for school. We cooked dinner together and then he went over his homeboy house to watch the Manning vs. Manning game and I went over my homegirl house to watch the Flava of Love. You don’t know how pissed I was that he invited New York back!! I hated he crybaby ass on the first season. I hope Bootz kicks her ass!! If I was Bootz.. I would’ve told her to come up them steps so I could’ve pushed her ass back down. That show is crazy and my stomach can’t help but to turn every time I see one of them chicks kiss Flav… YUK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend… Starting a new week… finishing up my homework for school. My teacher is delayed with shit and that kind of bothers me, but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115806992046742674?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115806992046742674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115806992046742674&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115806992046742674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115806992046742674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bringing-sexy-back-yeah.html' title='I’m Bringing Sexy Back! 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But she’s the type of person that when holding a conversation with someone, she hears what the person is saying, but isn’t listening to them because she’s too busy thinking of what her next comment will be.  Six more weeks…  But the class &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be pretty easy.  No quizzes or tests.  Just current events &amp; presentations and one paper.  So that should be another A under my belt! It would be so great to graduate grad school with a 4.0 (keep your fingers crossed for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a chill week.  I didn’t do much over the weekend because I had to work at my part-time job.  Monday, James &amp; I threw a couple of steaks on the grill for us and my mom… Tuesday we saw ATL for the first time – damn good movie. I think TI really did well.  Yesterday was school and today is nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’m going to get my little sister (my real one.)  We’re just going to hang out Friday night so that we will be well rested when we go to Kings Dominion on Saturday.  It’s going to be 4 of us going.  I was originally supposed to take my other little sister (the one I volunteer to be) but her mom changed her mind at the last minute. Which kind of pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were originally supposed to go in July (with my cousin’s job) – but the date was the day after my mom’s party and I knew I was going to be whipped and wasn’t going to be up for the ride.  So I opted to go this weekend w/ my girlfriend’s job (for $20.)  My little sister’s mom was like that’s fine… it works out great that way b/c it’s on Sat (instead of Sun like in July.)  But when we talked in July – she acted as if she really didn’t want to go w/ us… so I gave my girlfriend the money for me &amp; my little sister’s ticket.  I told her mom – and I explained that I could tell that she didn’t really want to go the last time since she really doesn’t do the rides like that… so I only got my sister’s ticket… BUT! If you want to go – let me know and I can get an extra ticket for you.  And I also said – no rush for the money, but she can pay me back for my sister’s ticket whenever she got the money.  So on TUESDAY… her mom tells me that she really doesn’t have the money for my sister to go, plus she really wanted to go with her. WTF?!?  My year is up in December… I think I need to find something else to do as far volunteering because I don’t like having to schedule my free time around someone else’s schedule.  Plus I don’t think I’m really making an impact on my little sister as I first intended.  I always come up with the things to do.  She never calls me to say “Can we go here” or “Can we do this.”  She never calls me at all for that matter… so what’s the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to going to Kings Dominion though! Haven’t been in about 3 years. And then on October 1st, I’ll be going to Six Flags with my job!  Sunday I’ll be doing nothing… Go to Church and then come home and be laid up with GTL all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115763619788756453?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115763619788756453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115763619788756453&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115763619788756453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115763619788756453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-going-on.html' title='What’s Going On?'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115739498808311576</id><published>2006-09-04T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:36:28.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Blog.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Blog.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115739498808311576?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115739498808311576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115739498808311576&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115739498808311576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115739498808311576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115704395032274774</id><published>2006-08-31T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:44:32.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello :-)</title><content type='html'>I’m excited because my birthday is coming up. Not counting today.. it’s 25 days away! Ever since I was 21 I partied my ass off for my birthday… I decided against it this year… well against going to the club. I’m just not feeling any clubs like that at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that Friday… GTL and I are having a “gathering.” We have these every so often. We invite friends over just because and we supply all the alcohol (except beer &amp; wine) and food. People just come. We play tons of drinking games and just have a really good time bugging out. I know that since it’s my birthday I’m going to get so many fifths of Hennessy. I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday… My part-time job renting out a suite at the Orioles game for us to have a company picnic. GTL &amp;amp; I are supposed to go. I’m still debating that one b/c I really don’t know them people like that and I’m really not trying to meet them either b/c on my small interactions w/ some of the engineers… they’re snobs. LOL. My brother is putting on a show. He has various Rap and R&amp;B acts going on – different people from Baltimore. I hope it’s a success. But I’ll be there to support &amp;amp; I’m trying to get my friends to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday… It’s a surprise. GTL won’t tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (the 25th) is my actual birthday. I will be sleeping in because I took off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait until this upcoming Monday because I’ll be off. I’ve been working everyday since August 22nd. That will be a well needed break! Where I will be doing nothing! I don’t remember the last time someone I know has had a real cookout for Labor Day. I might throw something on the grill… depends on how I feel when I finally get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my new job!! I’ve been here for 7 weeks now and it’s great!! My co-workers and boss are awesome. I only come across a handful of idiots throughout the week. I love that Lockheed wants you to advance (within the company of course.) They offer mentoring programs and training courses &amp; make it easy for you get reimbursed from school!! I’ll definitely be here for a while. Which is great because I’m just entering my 3rd year in the career world and I would be really upset if I would’ve been looking for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really have much to blog about… but I’ve been slacking on posting &amp;amp; it’s not because I’m too busy to do so.. cause I stay commenting! LOL. So I just threw something together. Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And shout out to the new bloggers I've found this past month.. BlkButterfly, RoycesDaughter, T. Cas, Robert Mack, The Mistress, MzNewAgenda, &amp; MsNHim. (I know I'm missing people but I'm tired &amp;amp; ready to go home so I can't think straight.) When I stop being lazy, I'll add ya'll to my blog roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115704395032274774?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115704395032274774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115704395032274774&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115704395032274774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115704395032274774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title='Hello :-)'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115662943516552386</id><published>2006-08-26T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:17:01.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme to end all memes</title><content type='html'>I got this meme from my boy Freaky Deaky. He’s been on a meme kick this week… and this one I kinda liked, so I stole it! Only thing I didn’t like was that some of the questions were asked more than once, but in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Birth of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a planned baby?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My mother made sure that I knew that I wasn’t a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you the first?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were your parents married when you were born?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. and still aren’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your birth date?&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming up! So I’ll be expecting gifts :-) It’s September 25, 1982 (I’ll be 24 for you non-math majors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your family?&lt;br /&gt;Full of females… I don’t know.. we’re close in the sense that we can depend on each other in times of need… but we’re not so close that we’re included in our daily routines – I’m lying… some of my cousins/aunts are like that. I’m just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents married?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I just answer this? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings or an only child?&lt;br /&gt;Only child to my mom. I have a little sister because of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your siblings names?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have step parents?&lt;br /&gt;If my parents aren’t married… then how could that be possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more than one best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes… 3. GTL is my best friend. My “brother” is my best friend… I’m the female version of him. We’ve known each other since we were 12. My homegirl Ericka that lives in Charlotte. We’ve been friends since I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to do when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;GTL… none of your business! LOL. Sike… we do everything together… so it’s hard to answer this question for him. My “brother” – we’re more phone friends. When we do see each other, it’s usually at a party that one of us is having &amp; we’re there to support. Ericka is kind of the same in regards to being a phone friend, but only b/c she lives in Charlotte… but we usually just bug out &amp;amp; reminisce about our college days together. Or trip off of her daughter b/c she is off the hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share the same interests?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think they’d be my friend if we didn’t share the same interests…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend can you tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;GTL and Ericka are the ones that I usually tell any and everything to. My brother knows a lot… but some things I just don’t tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Your Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How high/low is your self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;My self-esteem is high. Don’t you read my blog? I’m conceded. LOL! Of course there are some things that I wouldn’t mind changing, but I don’t let those minor things change my overall view of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get depressed about things easily?&lt;br /&gt;No… It’s weird cause some things in my life I should be really depressed about… but I can’t change it so I don’t stress over it. But I think my feelings about certain things come out when I watch movies/shows… because if it is remotely similar to something going on in my life.. I cry. But once it’s over… I’m back to my normal self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an extrovert or an introvert?&lt;br /&gt;Depends… am I drunk? LOL. Really.. it depends on the environment. I can be very friendly and somewhat talkative to people I’ve just met if it’s in an environment that calls for me to do so. But I’m not one to spark a conversation w/ someone standing in front of or behind me in a long ass line just to help the time go by fast. And once I meet you… it will take me a minute to open up to you completely b/c I don’t you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;That question reminds me of TI’s song… how you gonna act like that? LOL. But yes, I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;I guess. I try new things (not food!) I travel. I try my best to participate in various activities (even though it may burn me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with the way you look?&lt;br /&gt;For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you change anything about your appearance if you could?&lt;br /&gt;Sure – who wouldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings besides your ears?&lt;br /&gt;My belly button is pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Right now… braids. Normally… long and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: The Past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a strange child?&lt;br /&gt;Strange to who? I don’t think so… cause I do see some strange ass kids these days! And I don’t think I ever acted like that growing up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you use to love that you no longer do?&lt;br /&gt;Being outside. I used to stay outside tripping with my friends. Now… there are too many bugs out there for me! And I don’t do bugs – at all! Plus the weather seems to never work with you. It’s either too damn hot or too damn cold – there’s never a median (unless it’s raining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the same friends?&lt;br /&gt;I’m still friends with 2 dudes I grew up with. I still keep in contact with another 2 people I knew when I was younger… but I wouldn’t consider them my “friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there anything in your past that was traumatizing?&lt;br /&gt;No… not really (at least I can’t remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream?&lt;br /&gt;To live a long, healthy, and happy life… and for my future children to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of growing old?&lt;br /&gt;No. “I ain’t never scared!” LOL. It’s inevitable, so why be scared? Plus you’re only as old as you feel/act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Yes… I’m just waiting on my ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/MyRing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/MyRing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: The Outdoors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;Indoors. Bugs are outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;The late spring b/c the weather is pretty nice &amp; it’s not raining as much as it is in the earlier part of the season. But also fall because that’s when my birthday is and I get gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite weather?&lt;br /&gt;Warm. Mostly Sunny. Highs about 83. (I sound like a weatherman! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like walking in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;That’s how you get sick! I prefer to either sit on the porch while it’s raining or to sit by an open window/door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9: Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;No. Far from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know… I like bar-b-q ribs… fried chicken… I guess you can say my favorite food group is meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food makes you want to gag?&lt;br /&gt;Peas. I actually did gag off of them once when I was little – my dad tried to make me eat them… I spit them bad boys right back out into my napkin &amp;amp; refused to eat them. Onions as well… I don’t like the way they feel in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Bertucci’s. I also like Ruby Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was one of your greatest experiences?&lt;br /&gt;When we played our championship game at the Bryce Jordan Center. The rush I felt at the beginning of the game is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I’ve smoked weed a couple of times. It smells great… But I don’t do drugs anymore. (not unless you consider alcohol a drug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. One time I got drunk out of my mind with my brother &amp;amp; a few other homeboys of ours. We were drinking at a park. Then it was time to go home. The dude that was driving was all in the bushes going around curves… I just knew I wasn’t going to make it home! But I did… unharmed. Now that I think about it... growing up I did a lot of dumb ass shit where I could've died... luckily the Lord was (is) with me and always seen (sees) me through my adolescence (craziness.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115662943516552386?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115662943516552386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115662943516552386&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115662943516552386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115662943516552386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/meme-to-end-all-memes.html' title='Meme to end all memes'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115629654740249642</id><published>2006-08-22T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:29:07.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary in Niagara Falls</title><content type='html'>GTL and I had a wonderful time in Niagara Falls. FYI… This is going to be a long post… if you don’t feel like reading then come back when you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at 6AM to start our day. We headed to my grandmother’s and she took us to the airport. I don’t think I’ll do Southwest again. Yes their flights are cheap… but I want a seat! GTL and I got to the airport nice and early and still got C-class. Luckily, my home-girl informed me to go sit in line as soon as I get there, so we were able to sit together. The flight lasted only an hour and then we got the rental and headed to the border. The ride or the wait at the border wasn’t too bad. And then our hotel (without traffic) was like 5 minutes from the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="”http://www.renaissancefallsview.com/”"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/a&gt;. We got there about 12PM. The room wasn’t ready yet. They let us know we had until 4PM for them to have the room, but took our phone number to call us just in case it was ready earlier (which it was.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we went to the casino &amp; walked around. And then went to lunch at Hooters (my first experience.) Their wings are pretty damn good! Then as we were walking around to the other end of the street, the hotel called us to let us know the room was ready. So once we got situated, made our calls to let everyone know we arrived safely, and then cut off the phones… we took a nap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, we went swimming. It was some bad ass kids in the pool, but it was all good because we were so wrapped up into each other we just ignored them. Then we got in the shower, got dressed and then went to eat dinner at Johnny Rockets. Pretty good burgers (would’ve been better if they left the onions off like I asked them to!) And from there we went to the casino to gamble. And we were there for like an hour and I realized why I love GTL so much… we both hate losing! Especially money!! So we both were like “I’m not feeling this! Let’s be out.” And we never set foot back in the casino again! And I think the main reason we didn’t stay a little longer was because the drinks…. were NOT free!!! What casino does not serve free drinks?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the room and took another shower (because we smelled like smoke – you allow nasty ass smoking in your casino, but don’t want to offer free drinks!) Anyways… we got dressed. Went to see some fireworks above the falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to &lt;a href="”http://www.rumoursnightclub.com/about.php”"&gt;Rumours Night Club&lt;/a&gt;. It was cool. They played top 40 hits all night long. What was hot was that they had TV’s all throughout and they switched from the videos of the songs they played to shots of the crowd on the dance floor. The only bad thing about the club is that they use a machine to make your drinks… oh! And they didn’t have Hennessy =( But back to the machine. The bartender enters the type of drink it is, and the machine dispenses EXACTLY one shot amount into the cup w/ your chaser of choice. As ya’ll know from my previous posts… I drink… a lot… I have a very high tolerance… so after 2 shots of tequila and 3 Courvoisier and cokes… I had a BUZZ… that’s crazy! I should’ve been drunk out of my mind, out on the dance floor w/ the rest of those white chicks… but I wasn’t…. GTL and I sat on the stage that overlooked the dance floor and danced in our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/JamesInRumours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/JamesInRumours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool until about 1:15 and then they started playing techno and that was our queue to be out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 19th is our anniversary. So when we woke up, we exchanged gifts. We were both were very happy with what we got. It rained all damn day... but we didn't let it stop us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a tour of Niagara Falls with &lt;a href="”http://niagaraadventures.com/tour_04.php”"&gt;Niagara Adventures&lt;/a&gt;. We did a lot with the tour. We went on the “Maid of the Mist” which is a boat ride through the falls. It’s takes you past the American Falls and does a U-turn at the Horseshoe (Canadian) Falls. We got a lot of amazing pictures on this ride. We got a little wet too… but not as wet as those on top of the boat… they were SOAKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/TiffanyJamesMaidOfMist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/TiffanyJamesMaidOfMist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NiagaraFalls0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NiagaraFalls0007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NiagaraFalls0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NiagaraFalls0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did lunch at the Tour (I forget the name of it) But it goes up like 600 feet into the air and you get a great view of the falls while you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NiagaraFalls0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NiagaraFalls0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some historical Niagara site seeing… learned a lot… Like there were 19 crazy ass motherfuckers purposely jumped over falls – which move at like 60 something miles per hour and the drop is close to like 200 feet and the water is like 60 something feet deep. Of those 19, 14 people survived – all women. All the dudes died. There was a six year old boy that fell off the falls and survived… And then we took a Journey behind the falls. (You probably can’t tell what the hell this is – but it’s the falls up close and personal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NiagaraFalls0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NiagaraFalls0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a butterfly conservatory. Butterflies were everywhere. I don’t do bugs… any type of insect or flying creatures. Especially when there are thousands of them flying all around you and coming and landing on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Butterfly.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Butterfly.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left there REAL quick! About mid-way through the trip, GTL and I were exhausted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the bus about 10:45AM and returned about 6:20PM – that was a long ass day! So when we got back, we took a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, we went to dinner in our hotel on the top floor at the &lt;a href="”http://www.renaissancefallsview.com/rooftop.html”"&gt;Rooftop Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. We had a lovely dinner… the food was ok… but just the ambiance and the view and each other made the dinner great. We had a contest… Like a week before we left for the trip, I tried my entire outfit on for dinner and my mother &amp;amp; I confirmed that I looked good. So I called GTL and told him that I’m going to look gorgeous at our anniversary dinner so for him to step his game up! LMAO! Don’t get me wrong, my baby can dress his ass off… I told him that I was just kidding, but he took it to heart because he knows that he’s a well-dressed man. He knows how to dress for the occasion. So he went out and got a really nice outfit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/James.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/James.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it wasn’t fucking with mine. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Tiffany.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Tiffany.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just playing… he looked really nice. You can’t tell from the pictures, but his pants is pin-striped with sky blue to match his shirt… and so is his tie. But we were shittin on everyone else in the restaurant! LOL! (“I’m conceded… I gotta reason” – Remy Ma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/AnniversaryDinner.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/AnniversaryDinner.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we were going to go to &lt;a href="”http://dragonflynightclub.com/”"&gt;DragonFly Night Club&lt;/a&gt;. But after we made our JT or T-N-J (Jack Daniels, Hennessy &amp; Pepsi - wonderful! by the way) we opted to stay in the room for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in as late as we could. And then we got up and headed to Rochester, NY to see GTL’s good buddy from college, Hasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Hasaan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Hasaan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a LONG-ASS-RIDE!!! With nothing to see! And it should’ve only taken 90 minutes, but trying to get back in the US took about 45 min (and mind you the border was only 5 minutes away from our hotel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and I had 2 glasses of wine and was pretty tipsy! (In my defense - I’m not a big wine drinker, so my tolerance for wine isn’t that high, plus I barely ate breakfast) Hasaan kept trying to get me drunk, but I knew I needed something to eat. So we went to the Olive Garden and just laughed it up! They were going line for line from the movie Talledega Nights… that movie is already funny as hell… Add that to my two glasses of wine and some Sangria…. I was cracking up. Then we went back to Hasaan’s and watch Scary Movie 4. The movie is funny – but either get it on black market or wait for it to come out on DVD… because it wasn’t hilarious… I took a nap during some movie and woke up to watch Nick Cannon’s show – that’s funny as hell. We got back to the hotel about 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t want to leave but we knew we had to. We did Hooter’s one more before we left because I really liked their wings. Plus we had a coupon. We went souvenir shopping and then headed back to the airport. Reality hit us when we walked through the airport to check-in. *sigh* Next get-away (planned anyway) is in December… we’ll be headed to Vegas with my family and our friends. Can’t wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY NEGATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn’t true… but this is how we felt…. For Canada to allow people to start drinking at age 18… they sure as hell make it hard for them to do it!!! We didn’t see ONE liquor store while we were there. The bottles of Jack &amp;amp; Hennessy that we had were small bottles that I was able to pack in my suitcase… but when we crossed in Ontario… the lady asked me did I have any alcohol… so I don’t think I was supposed to have it. Again… I like to drink… and so does GTL…. The only time I was drunk the entire trip was when we went to NY and I was done off of some wine! LOL. GTL wasn’t drunk at all…. What a bummer…. That won’t be the case in Vegas though! Cause the casino’s serve you FREE alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/TiffanyFrontOfFalls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/TiffanyFrontOfFalls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/JamesFrontOfFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/JamesFrontOfFalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/NiagaraFalls0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/NiagaraFalls0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115629654740249642?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115629654740249642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115629654740249642&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115629654740249642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115629654740249642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/anniversary-in-niagara-falls.html' title='Anniversary in Niagara Falls'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115625471578382954</id><published>2006-08-22T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:51:55.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>We came back last night.. We had a wonderful time. I haven't uploaded my pictures yet so I won't blog on our trip until later tonight - b/c the story isn't worth telling without pictures... so today... I'll be playing catch-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115625471578382954?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115625471578382954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115625471578382954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115625471578382954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115625471578382954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115581893927034050</id><published>2006-08-17T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:48:59.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I will be MIA for a couple of days. GTL and I will be headed to Niagara Falls tomorrow to celebrate our 2-year anniversary.  We come back Monday evening. I’ll probably post next Tuesday or something (with pictures.)  I didn’t want my fellow bloggers to think I was ignoring them tomorrow or Monday… I’ll be sure to catch when I’m back in the office on Tuesday. Hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115581893927034050?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115581893927034050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115581893927034050&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115581893927034050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115581893927034050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115542776432469497</id><published>2006-08-12T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:40:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt like shit - I need a new spot</title><content type='html'>I no longer want to party at &lt;a href="”http://www.iguanabaltimore.com/”"&gt;Iguana Cantina&lt;/a&gt;. True, the special that they offer on Friday night is irresistible…. But my health is much more important. Friday nights, ladies pay $5 and drink free all night long… but they serve us cheap shit. I don’t like the taste of cheap rum… so I stick to the vodkas. I usually get Pineapple and Vodka. Every time I go to this club…. I feel like this the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_20_7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_20_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(stolen from kween :-D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My system is used to having this good shit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/goodshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/goodshit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smooth &amp; great tasting. Something that no matter how much I drink I won’t be sick (except for a fifth to myself. LOL) And I won’t have a hangover the next day. But since Iguana serves this shit (or something like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/cheapshit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/cheapshit.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….I have been sick all damn day today. I’ve been sleeping in between trips to the bathroom to get that crap out of my system. I finally HAD to get up at 2:30 to start getting ready for work. I think I finally sobered up at 4PM when I walked into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like being sick.. I don’t care if the night before was worth it, being sick sucks. Paying $8.50 for Hennessy &amp;amp; Coke at a club when I can get something else for free just doesn't seem sane to me. LOL. So I’m going to avoid that temptation of drinking for free altogether and not go to this club anymore. Damn I miss Hammer Jacks…. Their drink free included top-shelf shit… Plus the crowd of Iguana has changed…It’s not how it used to be and I don’t think I like it. It was mainly white &amp;amp; my girls and I could go and have a great time without be harassed by too many people in the club. Now so many niggas are in there…. I have a man… I don’t need niggas asking me “What you doing tonight?” and when I respond “Going home to my husband.” They act all stupid like, “If you married, what you doing in the club?” Bitch! Just cause your insecure, over-possessive ass don’t want you girl in the club, don’t mean that all dudes is like that! And not everybody comes to the club looking to find a man or someone to fuck! I can come just to party… Geesh! So I’m going to have to find a new spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115542776432469497?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115542776432469497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115542776432469497&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115542776432469497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115542776432469497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-felt-like-shit-i-need-new-spot.html' title='I felt like shit - I need a new spot'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115497238449493516</id><published>2006-08-07T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:39:44.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to...</title><content type='html'>My real post for today is below... But GTL sent me this email and I really thought it was cute... because I always say that "I'm gorgeous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115497238449493516?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115497238449493516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115497238449493516&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115497238449493516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115497238449493516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-to.html' title='I had to...'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115496297556720957</id><published>2006-08-07T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:32:32.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m exhausted</title><content type='html'>GTL and I have been non-stop since Wednesday starting with the MJB show. Thursday we went to this Hennessy event. Friday we went to the crab feast. Saturday was part two of the experiment. And last night we went to this party. I can’t believe I’m at work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already given my synopsis of the MJB show (if you missed it, read the previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t tell – that’s a bar full of Hennessy! Nothing but Hennessy! Can you say I was in heaven? And… it was ALL FREE!!! Check out this site to see when they’re coming to your city: &lt;a href="http://www.hennessyartistry.com/"&gt;http://www.hennessyartistry.com/&lt;/a&gt; . They had it so that we could taste how 4 different countries enjoy their Hennessy. Hennessy Paris included Hennessy, Triple Sec, and Pineapple Juice. Hennessy Moscow was Hennessy w/ a sugared lemon. Hennessy Shanghai was Hennessy and Ginger Ale. Hennessy New York was the classic Hennessy &amp; Coke. I tasted all of them… Hennessy Paris is a little too sweet for my taste… I think I’ll stick with my classic. But is was soooo beautiful how they had the place set up. They had various globes w/ Hennessy inside of them. Signs of the scenery from each country w/ the drinks placed in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabs, crabs, and more crabs! It was wonderful at the crab feast. Open bar, unlimited crabs &amp;amp; food – what more can you ask for? I’m at work right now, so I can’t post pics b/c I forgot to email them to myself – I’ll post them some time this week. But fun times were had by all. This year the Delta’s got a different DJ… he was cool, but I didn’t hear as much line dance music as I would’ve liked to hear. There was a lot of old school – so old school that I didn’t know/remember any of the words to the songs… unlike a certain someone that went with us. She was rapping ALL of the words and dancing like how they were in the videos… Hilarious!!! Eventually they played something that made me want to shake my booty a little bit, so GTL and I hit the dance floor and stayed there until the lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment were 2 members short than the last experiment, but it was still all good. I have some very incriminating pictures of a fellow blogger… but I won’t post them… that wouldn’t be nice… and I already have a few readers that think I’m mean and whenever I state the obvious… I didn’t have a good time. And I don’t anyone to think that I didn’t enjoy Experiment 2 because I did. But! I will post this one… Who does this guy look like to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/6Flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/6Flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t he look like the old dude from the Six Flags commercials? LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with five drinks that are now in the BJ’s book… really four – but one of them have 2 names because GTL and I had to use what we wanted to use without compromising (LOL.) The first drink is called a Quinton Terrantino aka Q.T. It had Jose Cuervo, Jack Daniels, OJ &amp; Pineapple Juice – definitely a shooter. It was decent, but not better than the UnFuckinBelievable… It consists of Hennessy, 151, Triple Sec, Slow Gin, Cranberry Juice, &amp;amp; Sprite. Don’t try to steal our drinks…. We already have a trademark on them! LOL. The third was a Yesterday??? This drink is incomplete.. so far we have Jose Cuervo &amp; Patron and I think lime juice… The fourth and fifth one is called a JT or a T-N-J. It consists of Jack Daniels, Hennessy, and Coke. We didn’t taste it… so who knows what it tastes like. LMAO! But if you know us… you know why we made it &amp;amp; why we called it what we did. We still have to come up w/ the ingredients for the drink WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!! Something that’s going to knock you off of your ass…. We’ll come up with that on the next experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see Talladega Nights. OMG… this movie is soooo fucking funny! I didn’t even want to see it because I thought it was just going to be dumb – it was just funny as hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies… we went home. I crashed for the rest of the night. I woke up at 11PM to eat some chicken &amp; wash my hair and then I went right back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early and spent 8 long ass hours getting my hair braided – but I look cute, so it was worth it :-). Two of GTL’s friends felt left out from the experiment so they went to the bar again. They didn’t get as drunk as we were on Sat… but they were cool. Then Kiya and I went to this wack ass party for the 30 &amp;amp; over crowd…. We only went b/c this dude from the barber shop that always comes into the bar for some snacks or something when we do our experiments asked us to come. We stayed about an hour and dipped… then we went to Have A Nice Day Café for a party… took too long to get going, so we left about 12:30 or so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at work…. Dragging…. Can’t wait to go home and take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115496297556720957?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115496297556720957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115496297556720957&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115496297556720957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115496297556720957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-exhausted.html' title='I’m exhausted'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115461663437427256</id><published>2006-08-03T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:54:30.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakthrough!!</title><content type='html'>First let me say… Camera phones SUCK!!! I took a few pictures last night that I wanted to post… they don’t look good at all! So never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK – I was always a MJB fan, but after last night – I LOVE MJB!!! Do you hear me?!? Her show was wonderful. All three sets did well. Here’s my review of the show without going into too much detail because some of ya’ll haven’t gone YET. Hey Yaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toya can sing! She only lip-synched one song &amp; that’s because she was just jumping all around the stage dancing her ass off. But she did well. It was a little shorter than I expected, but I guess that’s because she’s still kind of new and the crowd couldn’t really sing along and get pumped with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaheim is a glitter fool!!! I don’t know if they switch up their outfits at each location… but this nigga was glittered out! But he looked good. And I always thought he sounded a little like Luther to me… but he sang one of Luther’s songs and confirmed it! He can sing his “ghetto” ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Mary, Mary. What can I say about Mary? She’s the shit! That’s what I’ll say. She sang like damn near every song from The Breakthrough along with some classics. One song… not going to mention the name of it… she didn’t even sing it… she just put her mic out to the crowd and let us sing (that’s how pumped the crowd was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a damn good show &amp;amp; I’d pay to go see it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course… no matter how good something is, I can never go through the event without complaining about something… I like for shit to be perfect… sue me! Anyways…. We had really decent seats (in comparison to the stage.) But we were right by the entrance and ya’ll black motherfuckers can never come on time for shit!!! People kept coming in and would stop dead in the middle like they’re made of glass or something. That blew the shit out of me. And just because they turn the lights on in between acts does NOT mean that you HAVE to get up! The intermissions were SHORT! So what does that mean? When the next act was about to start… ya’ll fat fucks (yes fat fucks!!) were in my way… AGAIN!!! I think that’s the only thing I really complained about… because the show started on time!!! Which I was happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!!! I saw this thing!! LMAO! It was 6’9. It had boobs and booty bigger than mines! And it had a wig on. I didn’t want to stare… but I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. I saw it twice. First time… I was like “that is soooo a man!” But then I got a better look the second time… it didn’t have any manly features!! So I don’t know what it was. But everyone that saw it… was cracking up! The one guard called it a swamp creature. LMAO! It was one point where this nobody was singing and everyone was sitting down… Swamp creature was standing up all by itself and you could NOT miss it! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was hot like fire in there because all the queens were out! Flaming!!!!! Don’t get me wrong… I’m not homophobic or anything…. But sometimes they can be a little too much…. Like this one dude had on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; boots. WTF?!? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all the show was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off of MJB… Sorry Honey-Libra… My brother sucks and will not be having the party this weekend. But! If you want to get up early and spend the day drinking (LMAO) we’re doing the “&lt;a href="http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/02/scientific-experiment.html"&gt;experiment&lt;/a&gt;” again… Going to the bar at 10AM just because… That should be fun! Let me know if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115461663437427256?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115461663437427256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115461663437427256&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115461663437427256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115461663437427256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakthrough.html' title='The Breakthrough!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115419443703611950</id><published>2006-07-29T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:36:21.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s Up?!? and A Tag</title><content type='html'>Hey folks! Since I’m really only able to post like once a week.. I decided to go ahead and hit ya’ll with a long one. First… just a catch up on some things with me. Second.. a meme/tag I stole from Insanely.. my bad &lt;a href="”http://nsaneleesane.blogspot.com/”"&gt;Nsane Lee Sane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m loving my new job. My co-workers and supervisor are mad cool. My work load is so low compared to my last job… and what’s crazy is that my day still goes by fast because my co-workers make it fun (and I read ya’ll blogs of course!) Everyone there is really helpful and although I don’t have a clue about our systems… I don’t feel loss like I did when I was at my last job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is SUPPOSED to have a party next Saturday (August 5th.) &lt;a href="http://alibrainthebalance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Honey-Libra&lt;/a&gt; if something goes wrong… I’ll definitely let you know! But the details are: Ladies FREE before 11PM and $5 after. Fellas $5 before 11PM and $10 after. It’s supposed to be at Gossip’s (I have to get the address.) Black people…. That’s all I’m going to say about this party. It was supposed to be at the 347 Club… but they never really squared that away. My brother is checking TONIGHT to make sure they can get Gossip’s. All I have to say is if they don’t have his party next Saturday… whichever day in August they decide to have it… I won’t be there because I have too much shit going on with me next month and I won’t be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today GTL and I are going to a cookout. OH I CAN’T WAIT!! I haven’t been to a cookout (other than intimate ones with family &amp;amp; close friends) all summer!! And they’re going to have all types of stuff there!! They went over the menu but it was too much to remember to list for ya’ll. I know I’m on a &lt;a href="”http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-on-mission.html”"&gt;mission&lt;/a&gt;... but that won’t matter today. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been slacking on my mission anyways. My mother an I took a 2-week vacation from Curves! LOL! We just didn’t feel like going. But we’re going to be back at it come Monday… so all that I eat today, I will soon work it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is &lt;a href="”http://www.baltimorerestaurantweek.com/”"&gt;Baltimore Restaurant Week&lt;/a&gt;. It’s where you can go to a select few expensive restaurants and pay $30 per person for a 3-course meal. We went to &lt;a href="”http://www.thecapitalgrille.com/About/Main.asp”"&gt;The Capital Grille&lt;/a&gt; . OMG! That food was so great! And we (or should I say he.. LOL) paid like half the price of what we would’ve paid on a normal night. But it was so nice in there – no jeans anywhere!! The governor of PA was there as well. We will definitely be going back because the food was delicious and well worth what they would normally charge. Some of the restaurants that were listed got over on people because Phillip’s Seafood Restaurant (the buffet) is already only $33 – so if you went during this week thinking you were saving some money – you only saved $3. LOL! And I think Uno’s was on there – they are far from expensive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, GTL and I will be going to see MJB. I can’t wait! I heard that it’s a really good show and that Jaheim tears it up! I love me some Jaheim! His music is wonderful – he just needs to come out w/ a new CD. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m done rambling… so on to the tag: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then And Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten years ago today, it was July 29, 1996. I was going into my freshman year of high school:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: I was too young to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: Lockheed Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: I just moved to Randallstown that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m still in Randallstown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How was your hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: I was a big-time hooper, so if not in micros, a snatch-back – LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: A wrap or corn-rows… but come next Sunday some Goddess Braids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Did you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope, not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: No.. don’t feel like going through the hassle in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Sometimes... Only when I REALLY couldn’t see. I was self-conscious about my appearance with glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: When I drive at night or in the rain. When I’m in school. And when I go to shows/events (like next Wed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Which of your pets were still alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Parakeet – Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: CJ (and not Cjay64 LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: GTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Who was your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Allen&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/alleniverson008_small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/alleniverson008_small.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; freaking&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/alleniverson002_small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/alleniverson002_small.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iverson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Allen&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/act_allen_iverson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/act_allen_iverson.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; freaking&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/allen_iverson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/allen_iverson.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iverson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He still sexy as hell to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 (or 2 – depending on how you look at it) I had one hole in each ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 (or 5 – depending on how you look at it) I have two holes in each ear and I have my navel pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What was your favorite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: I really can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: Beyonce (I guess – I don’t know – I don’t really have a favorite because I like a lot of music!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Had you smoked a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: Once and never, ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Had you gotten drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Yup! I started that summer. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t drink unless I’m going to get drunk and I don’t party unless I’m drunk (and ya’ll know how much I love to party!) So that’s a HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What kind of car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;: I didn’t even have a learner’s permit! I was too young! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;: Black 2005 Chevy Malibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what I’d be in 2006… Didn’t think about crap like that until my 10th grade year. Only thing that’s true that I didn’t want back then is that I am still kid-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115419443703611950?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115419443703611950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115419443703611950&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115419443703611950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115419443703611950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-up-and-tag.html' title='What’s Up?!? and A Tag'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115377847448769653</id><published>2006-07-24T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:09:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was my mom’s surprise birthday party. It was a HUGE success. My pictures didn’t come out great so you’ll have to wait a little while until I get some from my family/friends to post (I realized why my pictures don’t come out – most people don’t realize that w/ a digital camera, there are 2 flashes and they move right after the 1st one and fuck up my picture…. I have to start letting people know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning… I was up bright and early getting everything together. My mom thought I had to work, so she wasn’t concerned about where I was. My friends really came through for me. Tarisa and Kiya helped me set up and Sheneka did all of the running around for me (cake, chicken, meat/cheese platter, ice…. Whatever I needed – she picked it up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an attitude right around the time people were supposed to come. My brother (the DJ) was late. Not late in the sense that he wasn’t there before my mother, but late in the sense that he said he’d be there at 5:30 and he didn’t come until 6:45PM/7PM – but I really couldn’t be mad b/c he worked for a bottle of Hennessy…. But still!!! And then! I heard my one cousin wanted to bring her daughter (5) even though the invitation said NO CHILDREN UNDER 14. So I had to relay a nasty message to her. Then I was a little disappointed that most of my family weren’t there to yell Surprise…. It was my friends and my grandmother friends and a handful of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7PM… SHOW TIME! People started coming. Another reason I had an attitude… I said ARRIVE AT 7PM… people were still coming at 7:20 &gt;:-{ Luckily James took his time with her. The plan to get her to come without suspecting anything was to say that he wanted to throw me a surprise birthday party in September and that he wanted her to look at some halls with him. They went to this one tavern, were there for a while, then went to this small club (more like a bar w/ a dance floor) but they were all in the area. They arrived about 7:40ish. As soon as she hit the corner… SURPRISE!!!! She really was surprised… she had no clue! And I made sure that she wouldn’t suspect anything because her birthday was Friday and I made sure that it was a good one. I got her hair done for her in the morning. Gave her her gifts and took her to dinner at Phillip’s Seafood Restaurant. So she thought I was done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression on her face was priceless. She was so happy. After she changed into the outfit that I bought for her, we ate &amp; drank and the party began!! My mother really enjoyed herself. My one girlfriend Kiya is Beyonce whenever we got out. Any Beyonce or Destiny’s Child song that comes on…. She’s doing the “Beyonce.” Well my brother played “Crazy in Love” and Kiya started doing her thing. My mother went up next to her, watched her for a few seconds and was doing it with her!! That was the highlight of the night!! LOL! And what’s crazy… she was doing it better than my homegirl! And then my dad was there. He kept saying to my aunt how he wanted a dance with my mom… well she danced with him alright! She backed his ass up! LOL! James was like “Your mom is showing off!” I was like... that’s that Hennessy she got up I her! LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so much stuff for her birthday… And she’s still smiling about the party. My friends thought that she was going to cry… but my mom’s a soldier… she didn’t cry, but she didn’t stop smiling the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get better pictures… I’ll make sure I post them. Next events: Cookout, MJB concert, Crab Feast, my brother’s party, Niagara Falls….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Update: I forgot to mention, after my mom's party, we had an after party at James'... so much fun! It was crazy.. by time my brother &amp;amp; I got there after my mom's party.. the place was packed!! I was sooo drunk! People didnt leave until 4AM! So Sat was definitely a good day :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115377847448769653?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115377847448769653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115377847448769653&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115377847448769653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115377847448769653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115317451557476386</id><published>2006-07-17T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:15:15.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The White/Boat Party</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was the White Party on the boat. I had a blast, but of course nothing can ever go all as planned.  We were supposed to board at 11PM and depart at 11:30PM. Well there was a wedding or reception or something on the boat before us and therefore the boarding was delayed by about 15 min. That was cool… no big deal.  I figured we would still leave at 11:30 or 11:45 at the latest. Do you know we didn’t depart until 12:15AM?!?! WTF! And it wasn’t because the boat wasn’t ready, but people were really coming at 11:45/12 O’clock!! I told James (that’s GTL if ya’ll didn’t know) that my friends would be pissed at me because if it were my party and I told my friends 11:30 – that’s what the fuck time we would’ve been leaving and I would’ve left their asses and not have gave a fuck about the $50 that they paid to go. Why can’t black people be on time for shit??? And then… not everyone got the memo that it was an ALL WHITE party.  Some had on black. Another had on red. Another had on black and white. The birthday girl had on pink or peach (which I can’t be too mad at b/c she probably wanted to stand out since it was her birthday.) Last complaint… we were on a cruise in the BALTIMORE Harbor. Why did the DJ play go-go??? If you’re not from the Baltimore/Washington region, you don’t know what I’m talking about, but a lot of you are. Go-go is a type a house music that is birthed in DC.  Not saying that I wanted to hear club music, but again, we were in the BALTIMORE Harbor – so if you’re going to play ANY type of house music… it should definitely be club music, not go-go. But it was open bar &amp; the bartender wasn’t stingy with the alcohol, so once the Hennessy &amp;amp; Coke got the flowing… I definitely had a ball!! Without further ado… here are the pictures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl - Torrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Torrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Torrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James&amp;amp; I with the Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/UsAndTorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/UsAndTorrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aint my RocaWear Purse the cutest thing?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Just Love When A Man Can Dance... &amp; He Dances For &amp;amp; Sings To YOU! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/ImSexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/ImSexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James &amp; Shawanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/ShawandaJames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/ShawandaJames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna &amp; Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/JannaCarlos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/JannaCarlos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corjuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/Corjuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/Corjuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silesha, Carlton, &amp;amp; Tuere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/CoWorkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/CoWorkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Booty Call &amp; The Few People That Didn't Get the Memo that it was an ALL WHITE party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/TheBootyCall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/TheBootyCall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: They dimmed the lights on me before I got a good picture of me in my outfit (so ya’ll can’t appreciate my gorgeousness from Sat. LMAO!!) All of the pictures that were taken under the dimmed, yellow light did not come out great... as ya’ll can tell… but fuck it. Hope you enjoyed them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more pictures... but of the same people &amp;amp; as I said b/c of the yellow light, they all didn't come out as well as I would've liked....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115317451557476386?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115317451557476386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115317451557476386&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115317451557476386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115317451557476386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/07/whiteboat-party.html' title='The White/Boat Party'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115297386149592229</id><published>2006-07-15T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:31:01.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hours Suck</title><content type='html'>I’ve only ever been to three happy hours. And at all three, I was bored out of my mind.  Yesterday was OK… but after about an hour, I had enough.  Drinks aren’t really that cheap. There aren’t any food specials.  You get a couple of drinks and for the most part stand until someone frees up a table for you.  I can go to my favorite bar and get $3.20 Hennessy &amp; Cokes all night for that &amp;amp; at least I’d have a place to sit.  But I appreciate my husband throwing the happy hour for me – I really do – happy hours just aren’t my place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Happy Hour at the bar, GTL threw me a surprise party at the apt.  It was funny though, b/c he kind of hinted to me that something was going on at the apartment... that he wanted it to be surprise but he wanted to make sure that I didn’t plan anything else.  Some of the people that were at the party came to the happy hour too and all I can say is that I’m glad I knew about it b/c they would’ve ruined the surprise. One girl said to me, “I don’t remember how to get to GTL house, so you’re going to have to remind me.” If I ain’t know I had a party coming, I would’ve been like “Why you need to know how to get to GTL’s house?”  One dude was like, “I think I’m going to stop at the bar on my way to GTL’s house, or does he have drinks there already?” If I didn’t know… I would’ve been like, what are you talking about. When/Why are you coming over? LOL. GTL made it seem like they ruined the surprise for me. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about having a happy hour in your honor is that you don’t pay for ANYTHING!!!! And then the greatest thing about have a party in your honor is that you get 3 fifths of Hennessy &amp; 1 fifth of Hennessey Privileged.  One and quarter of the fifths are gone. The other one is going to my brother (thanks everyone – now I don’t have to spend $20!) And that Hennessy Privileged will NOT be shared. It’s ALL mine! (Thanks Kionne!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the boat party. I’ll try to get the pictures up tomorrow. Hope everyone has/had a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115297386149592229?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115297386149592229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115297386149592229&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115297386149592229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115297386149592229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-hours-suck.html' title='Happy Hours Suck'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115246597389531992</id><published>2006-07-08T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:08:47.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1st Up – My Last Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday is my last day at T. Rowe Price. I gave myself a 3-day weekend to relax and physically get prepared for my new career. I’m so excited. GTL is planning a happy hour for me so I can say bye to TRP with some drinks! I shouldn’t have to pay for a thing. And we all know how I love FREE DRINKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Up – My Mom’s Surprise Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks… I’ll be giving my mother a surprise birthday party on July 22nd for her 50th birthday. She’ll be sooo surprised b/c I’m sure she doesn’t have a clue. I want to give a special thank you to all of my friends that are helping to make this possible: GTL is the one to get her there. He’s going to tell her he wants to throw me a surprise birthday party &amp; he wants her to check out the different places with him. My brother is DJ’ing the party for me – for free – well not free, but cheap. I’m getting him a fifth of Hennessy b/c he knows I can’t pay him like I should. Ericka, Sheneka, Kiya and Tarisa will be helping me decorate that day and prepare all of the food &amp;amp; stuff. (Wonderful friends I tell you! Because my family isn’t doing much of anything but showing their greedy asses up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July is a busy month for me. Today I had a baby shower to go to. Next weekend, I have a white party on a boat to go to. The following weekend is my mom’s party. And the weekend after that, I have a huge cookout to go to – not to mention working each weekend (except the weekend of my mom’s party) And then August isn’t much better… Aug 2nd GTL and I are going to see MJB. That Friday, we have a crab feast to go to. That Saturday, my brother is throwing a party. GTL and I are hosting a dinner party that month. And then on the 18th, we head to Niagara Falls. Time flies when you’re having fun b/c the following month will be my birthday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115246597389531992?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115246597389531992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115246597389531992&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115246597389531992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115246597389531992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115158342985552845</id><published>2006-06-29T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:17:09.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I first was notified that they were interested in me on May 25th.  I heard from their recruiter’s on May 26th.  I filled out all of the paperwork as required and then there was silence.  I didn’t hear from them again until June 20th.  My “supervisor” asked me when was my start date. WTF?? Never! I told him that I haven’t heard anything since I filled out the paperwork. Next day, I get an offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after taking a drug test and waiting forever to have my background check, I’m officially leaving T. Rowe Price and will be starting a new career life with Lockheed Martin in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bout fucking time!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m so excited!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115158342985552845?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115158342985552845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115158342985552845&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115158342985552845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115158342985552845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-official.html' title='It’s Official'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115132527146577709</id><published>2006-06-26T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:34:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a mission</title><content type='html'>So a lot of my blogger-friends have been discussing their weight goals. I’m not 100% happy with my size either and thought that the support that is given through the blog for those trying to loose weight could be helpful to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not extremely overweight… and SOME might say that’s there’s nothing wrong w/ me. But since &lt;em&gt;I’m&lt;/em&gt; not happy with the way I look – I want to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently weigh 173 pounds (although you may not think it by looking at me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/OceanCity.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/OceanCity.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i am holding my stomach in.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back down to 140 pounds like I was my senior year in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/SeniorProm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/SeniorProm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry for the bad quaility - i didnt have a digital camera then.. and I dont have a scanner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my problem. I like to eat… unhealthy, but great tasting food. And the better it tastes, the more I want. I work out (maybe not as much as I should, but I work out!) I attend &lt;a href="http://www.curves.com/"&gt;Curves&lt;/a&gt;. They say as long as you go at least 3 times a week &amp; do your two times around the circuit, you’ll see results. I noticed results in my first month there. I had lost 5 lbs., now I lose like a pound every month or so. My eating habits haven’t changed so I don’t really understand why I’m not seeing the results I want to see. They say it’s b/c first you shed the fat, and then you tone your body into muscles which is why my weight never really changes. I’m like, OK – if that’s really the case I should still see results in my body and in my clothing. I went up a size since I’ve been there. So I’m currently wearing a size 12. I want to be in a size 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="”http://bklyndiva.blogspot.com/”"&gt;BK&lt;/a&gt; I know you said to start a journal on what I eat, that way I can help to eliminate the unhealthy foods that I currently eat. Well, I bought the book – just never started writing in it. But that changes TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="”http://alibrainthebalance.blogspot.com”/"&gt;Honey-Libra&lt;/a&gt; said she noticed that when she drank a lot of water, she wasn’t as hungry as before so she drinks a lot of it to help curb her appetite… Not I! I usually skip breakfast (and I know that I shouldn’t… but I don’t have time in the morning for it.) So this past week, I’ve been drinking water all morning to try to fill me up – it makes me hungrier than when I took nothing until lunch. So there goes that theory (for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was like 70/80 degrees outside my mom and I would walk. Now it’s like 90 degrees outside and that’s too damn hot to be walking anywhere! And the humidity ain’t no joke either… so I need to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go back to playing basketball with &lt;a href="”http://alibrainthebalance.blogspot.com/”"&gt;GTL&lt;/a&gt; but usually when he leaves to go to the gym, I’m still at Curves or have already been and don’t feel like going. I need to snap out of the latter. The reason I was 140 pounds my senior year in high school was because I played basketball all the damn time &amp;amp; that running up and down the courts kept me slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember, I take the &lt;a href="”http://www.one-a-day.com/products/weightsmart.shtml”"&gt;One-A-Day Weight Smart Vitamins&lt;/a&gt;. They do help curb my appetite a little. And I need them anyways b/c I need some vitamins to give me energy b/c my job drains me. Either I’m so bored, it makes me tired. Or I’m so busy, I’m tired. So they do come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I need to do… I just got to do it! And I need to start fast!! GTL and I are going to Niagara Falls in August for out 2-year anniversary. I want this slinky black dress to where… but I can’t do that if my body’s not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="”http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com/”"&gt;N1S&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="”http://nsaneleesane.blogspot.com/”"&gt;Insanely&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="”http://comingouthardandboutit.blogspot.com/”"&gt;GP&lt;/a&gt;, and everyone else… I’m joining you in your mission to lose weight!! Good luck ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions welcomed…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115132527146577709?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115132527146577709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115132527146577709&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115132527146577709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115132527146577709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-on-mission.html' title='I&apos;m on a mission'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115090603529919999</id><published>2006-06-21T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:07:15.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to do this a while ago… just never did… And I’m too lazy to link anyone… if you want to know who I’m referring to, see the names on the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could be doing what you really want to be doing for a living, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing – I’d be rich &amp; not have to work at all. I’d work out &amp;amp; play basketball whenever the mood strikes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could slap the shit out of any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GWB… no explanation needed… and Mike Vick’s little brother.. he was an idiot this last school year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the dumbest decision you've made in the past 5 years?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a tattoo of someone’s name on me… and we’re no longer together. But that’s what laser surgery &amp; cover-up tattoo’s are for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Give up one for a year: (good) sex or (good) music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dudes, would you rather have a big dick or a great sense of humor? Ladies, nice tits &amp;amp; azz or common sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Common sense. I still have a pretty face so, I can be skinny &amp; still get niggas (if I were on the market of course!) And since I’m not, GTL loves me no matter what!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So you've been invited to an all expense paid Blogger Prom in The Bahamas. You're sitting at the bar on the beach. Which blogger do you want to join you for hours of good convo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversation… other than the ‘Bloggers I Know’ to the left… D-dot (so I can take his license &amp; find out his real name!) Luvin Me (she’s me in a few more years! I want to know else I have to look forward to) All my female ‘friends’ Missy, Insanely, GP, BK, Darbs, Honey-Libra, Chele, Dee, Yaz, Cool, N1S, TSG, and Laa (these chicks are crazy… stay having me cracking up… I can relate to a lot of what they talk about so we’d be talking for hours!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which blogger would you most like to cuddle with on the beach? (and don't defer to your current signif other either. Infidelity won't count against you. Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one if it can’t be GTL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're going on a 5 hour road trip...which 5 CDs do you bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1 Jay-Z – Reasonable Doubt&lt;br /&gt;#2 Jay-Z – Blue Print 2&lt;br /&gt;#3 Jay-Z – Vol. 3&lt;br /&gt;#4 Beyonce – Her 1st solo album&lt;br /&gt;#5 MJB – The Breakthrough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Would you rather bury your children young or have your children bury you young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely them bury me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your biggest insecurity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What's the first blog you read every day...or however often you read them? (And I swear to God, don't be saying mine just cuz I'm the one asking...unless of course you really mean it. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luvin’ Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. When's the last time you peed your pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was too young too remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which was better, your first kiss or your first pay check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissing brings germs… so definitely my 1st check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have kids? Want kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have them – NO. Want them – like 4 years from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You get dropped off at home after the office holiday party by your bitch azz boss that you can't effing stand...you exit the car and he peels out, runs a red light at your corner and rolls up an unsuspecting midget. The next day the midget watch groups are on TV outraged at the heartless hit and run, and are calling for any witnesses to please come fwd...that half dead midget has a family at home waiting on C-mas presents. Would you take $1000 hush money? $500? $100? A six pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snitches get stitches! LOL! Sike, no I wouldn’t take the money b/c the reward money will probably be a lot more… then I wouldn’t have to deal w/ my boss anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Live the rest of your life without your eyebrows or your fingernails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fingernails… that’s what tips are for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What makes you horny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hennessy… let me re-phrase that… FREE Hennessy! LOL&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115090603529919999?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115090603529919999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115090603529919999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115090603529919999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115090603529919999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-to-know-me-tag.html' title='Getting to Know Me Tag'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115054962498769634</id><published>2006-06-17T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:39:50.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>At first I wasn't going to add anything to this post b/c it's great &amp; I didn't want to take away from it, but I re-read it &amp;amp; unless you're a fan of his blog like myself, and can easily recognize the persona in the post, then you will not know the author. It's non other than &lt;a href="http://ddottheking.blogspot.com/"&gt;D-Dot&lt;/a&gt; himself! Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Tiffany asked me to be her guest blogger and when I balked she hinted that my neice was tied up in a Baltimore basement. Needless to say here I am typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd do a post about guy and girl friendships since Tiffany and I are cool. I used to be one of those people who said males and females can't be friends. That was probably because I always ended up fucking them. But then about seven years ago I met my homegirl Monique and my whole perspective changed. She was like the female version of me except she was humble and nice. Come to think of it she was nothing like me but we had a true friendship that wasn't based on sex in any shape form or fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never hung out with Tiffany but we chat from time to time. We have a lot in common. She's funny and what's even weirder is she gets my jokes. We are both big Jay-Z fans as well as avid basketball fans. I've seen two or three pictures of Tiffany and she looks like the basketball type chick. No not the scary WNBA player chick that looks like she could bench press you but the cool athletic chick. Just the basketball factor alone would be enough to make me want to date her but I don't and it's based on one instrumental factor in any relationship. Respect. I could be friends with a gay guy as long as there is a mutual level of respect. (&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/126407410_bfe71d5b6e_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;i.e. Don't try to post me up in the paint just to feel my johnson&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany is in love with GTL. In our conversations she probably talks about him 98.6% of the time and I think that's cool. That's the type of girl every guy wants. One that can be cool with your friends or other males but knows where to draw the line. She shows respect for herself, her relationship, and her man. Women like that could have funky ass breath and herpes and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; get a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of women that won't leave their man in the room with their female friends to go take a dump. Why? Because they "know how that bitch is." It's easy to spot the female friend that will steal your man because she's the one that doesn't respect herself. If she doesn't respect herself then she sure as hell ain't going to respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male and female friendships are a little different when it comes to significan others. Because men don't trust men and women don't trust women. So you have to be able to trust your mate has respect for the rlationship. It's complicated and it doesn't always work but it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still cool with Monique to this day. In fact she knows about Tiffany and &lt;a href="http://kween007.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kionne&lt;/a&gt; and a few other bloger friends of mine. I'm proud to add Tiffany to that list of female friends and fully expect to be invited to her wedding although I plan on crashing it anyway. My wedding gift? A large bottle of Hennessey with a bow on top. Of course I'll have to pop the top on my way there because it's a long drive from D.C. to Baltimore and a brother needs some refreshment but I'll save them some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much respect to Tiffany and GTL. I wish you both the best and as long as you continue to respect yourself Tiffany you'll always have an excellent guide down &lt;a href="http://lifeslittleroadmap.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;lifes little road map&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let my goddamn niece go!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115054962498769634?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115054962498769634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115054962498769634&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115054962498769634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115054962498769634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-115022488037293358</id><published>2006-06-13T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:07:46.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Favorite Foods</title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://bklyndiva.blogspot.com"&gt;BK&lt;/a&gt; to list my 10 favorite foods and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in no particular order b/c I don’t know which one I would make number 1… but here you go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 – Bar-B-Q Ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Mozzarella sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Hot wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Crispy chicken salads w/ honey mustard sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Potatoes --&gt; all the ways they come: French fries, baked potato, mashed potatoes, potato chips… LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Collard Greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Macaroni-n-cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – Cake (cheese &amp; chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my favorites b/c they taste good…. Duh!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait until after lunch to post this b/c if I worked on before, I’d be really hungry at work &amp;amp; wouldn’t have been able to work properly! LMAO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-115022488037293358?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/115022488037293358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=115022488037293358&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115022488037293358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/115022488037293358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-favorite-foods.html' title='10 Favorite Foods'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114969640587617401</id><published>2006-06-07T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:06:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Realization</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve been slacking on new posts. Partly because I’m busy at work and it’s hard to get up a new one on a regular basis especially since I'm not at my part time job every weekend anymore… and also because I’ve realized that I much rather read other’s blogs than write in my own.  So with that… I’ll post when the mood strikes me… but I’ll mainly be seen in the comment section of my fellow bloggers listed to the left!  Tags are fun too – so you want to tag me – do so on your actual post (and not in my comment section!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114969640587617401?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114969640587617401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114969640587617401&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114969640587617401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114969640587617401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-realization.html' title='Blogging Realization'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114953090005568703</id><published>2006-06-05T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:08:20.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Honey-Libra!! I was trying to work on a weekend-recap post, but I’m swamped today and this is much easier to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of this Meme:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only say YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone sends you messages/comments and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture naked? yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from friend? no&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? no&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? no&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? no&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? no&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? no&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched work to do something more fun? yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? no&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? yes&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed a picture? yes&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? no&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now? yes&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? no&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? no&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? yes&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? yes&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a club? yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? no&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? yes&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? yes&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? no&lt;br /&gt;36. Been late to work everyday for a month? no&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? yes&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated the way you look? yes&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? yes&lt;br /&gt;40. Pole danced? no&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? yes&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? yes&lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like dying? yes&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? yes&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever peed on yourself? Yes&lt;br /&gt;46. Sang karaoke? no&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yes&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? no&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? no&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain? yes&lt;br /&gt;51. Sing in the shower? Yes&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park? yes&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? yes&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? no&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a cheerleader? no&lt;br /&gt;58. Sat on a roof top? no&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? no&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? no&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? no&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? yes&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? no&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? yes&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cried? yes&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? yes&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? yes&lt;br /&gt;70. Slept naked? yes&lt;br /&gt;71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? no&lt;br /&gt;72. Have you ever snuck into a movie? no&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? yes&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? yes&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? no&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? no&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? no&lt;br /&gt;79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? no&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you celebrate the 4th of July? yes&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? yes&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away? yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Ran away? yes&lt;br /&gt;86. Did drugs? yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Had detention and not attend it? no&lt;br /&gt;88. Been a bully? No&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? yes&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Have a dog? yes&lt;br /&gt;94. Own an instrument? yes&lt;br /&gt;95. Been in a rap or singing group? no&lt;br /&gt;96. Drank 10 sodas in a day? no&lt;br /&gt;97. Broken a cd? yes&lt;br /&gt;98. Shot a gun? no&lt;br /&gt;99. Had sex with more than one person in a weeks time? yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Laughed so hard you farted? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyone - if you'd like to do this - you're more than welcome to do so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114953090005568703?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114953090005568703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114953090005568703&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114953090005568703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114953090005568703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114916987528993499</id><published>2006-06-01T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:51:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Go Home?</title><content type='html'>I’m really not in the mood to be at work today.  I kept waking up last night – for no real reason at all.  But whenever I don’t sleep all the way through a night… I’m exhausted the next day.  I would soooo love to go home and take a nice long nap under the air… but I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my sister’s graduation.  I’ll post pictures as soon as I can.  My father won’t be there. (What a loser!)  She got X amount of free tickets that she disbursed to her aunt and cousins (the ones that take care of her!) Any extra tickets needed to be purchased in the amount of $10.  Supposedly, my sister waited until Wed to say: “I need the money for the tickets today because I have to turn it tomorrow” to my dad.  I don’t know if I buy it because as soon as she told me about the graduation, she told me I had to buy a ticket for $10 – this was the same day my dad was bitching about the money for the farewell.  He probably forgot about the $10 until she said something to him on Wed and his feelings were hurt because she didn’t give him a free ticket.  Anyways… he cried broke and was like, “I told Tiarra to stop waiting until the last minute to tell me about money! I don’t get paid until Thursday, I don’t have it.”  I cut the conversation with him short because if he really wanted to go to her graduation, he could’ve came up with TEN DOLLARS!  He could’ve asked me…. Shit! He gets paid on Thursday… there was SOMEBODY he could’ve bummed $10 from until then.  So that’s both of his daughter’s high school graduations that he missed.  What a loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it to my college graduation though – only for my AS – he missed the BA but I guess I should be happy he made it to one…. It was funny because at one point during the graduation, one of the speakers was like, “All the parents and spouses in the audience who made this all possible for these graduates with your love, support, money, and patience… please stand up so we can give you a round of applause.”  This nigga stood up! LMAO. My mother and grandmother looked at him like he was crazy!  We ALL were thinking to ourselves, “what the hell did you do?!?!?” LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… enough about him…. I’m ready to go home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114916987528993499?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114916987528993499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114916987528993499&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114916987528993499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114916987528993499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-i-go-home.html' title='Can I Go Home?'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114883274518144542</id><published>2006-05-28T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:14:47.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a beautiful weekend and I’m stuck at my part-time job! I get off at 4PM – so the day isn’t completely gone… but still! This weekend is my last weekend working everyday!! They finally found someone. Now I’m contemplating leaving. I got a couple of dollars saved up from this place. And from the looks of things I may be accepting another offer somewhere paying me more money (full-time gig) so I won’t need this job. I don’t really need it now, but the extra money comes in handy… but the difference in pay at the new job will make up for what I miss here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. This job &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; easy money! Literally (for the most part) I watch 4 monitors and make sure that nothing turns red, if it does, I call someone else to fix the issue When school is in session, I do my homework – so I get paid to do my homework! And I get paid well… My mom said I’d be a fool to quit. I think I’m just sick of the place b/c I’ve been coming in here every weekend for the past three months when I really should’ve been here 1 weekend out of each month. I have a 3-weekend break before I’m here again…. So we’ll see how I feel when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll be going to a &lt;a href="”http://www.hot995.com/station/appearances.html”"&gt;foam party&lt;/a&gt; tonight at &lt;a href="”http://www.furnightclub.com/”"&gt;Fur Night Club&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve never been to a foam party before… but I heard that they are soooo fun. So I’m going to find out! I was told not to wear anything that I care about… but it’s Fur Night Club… I’m pretty sure they won’t want me in there in flip flops and stuff… I don’t know… I’ll see what I have in my closet of summer clothes b/c it seems as though the weather has broke so I can pack away the sweaters and bring out the tank tops! I love the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I will be headed for Philly for a cookout at his dad’s. The last time we went… we ate soooo much and it was soooo good! So I can’t wait!!! Only thing is, I know with the 90 min drive up and the 90 min drive back (and that’s if we’re lucky enough not to run into any traffic) I’m going to be exhausted on Tuesday when it’s time to go back to work. Oh well! It’ll be worth it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these shoes yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/whiteshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/whiteshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/blackshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/blackshoes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/blackshoes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, both pair. These will be my casual but cute shoes this summer. OMG… I went to &lt;a href="”http://www.barefeetshoes.com/”"&gt;Bare Feet Shoes&lt;/a&gt; yesterday… they must’ve been having a massive sale because they had soooo many pumps and sandals on sale for $20-$30!!!! But I had to refrain myself because I’m throwing my mother a surprise party for her 50th birthday… and my money is currently tied up into that right now…. But trust me… once I get some more of her stuff out of the way… I will be back! I just have to be careful.. cause heels that cheap may not last too long and I’m not trying to be embarrassed while I’m out partying… my heel break or something. LOL!!! So I have to choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK… I think I’ve done enough rambling for one post….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114883274518144542?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114883274518144542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114883274518144542&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114883274518144542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114883274518144542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-beautiful-weekend-and-im-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114857945655202779</id><published>2006-05-25T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:50:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happiness and Pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister will be graduating from high school next Thursday!! I guess my talked helped… I’ll be there with camera in hand cheesing! And then I will be taking her to dinner to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointment, Uncertainty, and Disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a jerk. He never really was there for me, but I was ok with it because I had my mother and grandmother to make up for his retarded ass.  But my little sister is something different. Her mother was murdered.  She’s growing up in a full house being raised by her aunt – and looking at her aunt’s kids, she isn’t the best role model.  A month ago, my sister wasn’t sure if she’d be graduating or not.  But now that it is certain, she needs money for farewell and dues and all that.  She asked him for some money.  She never really stated how much, but when my father talked to my aunt, the total would’ve been around $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my dad and he’s all upset because my sister was upset because he told her he couldn’t do it.  He’s all huffing and puffing talking about how he gives $66 in child support a week already and that although she didn’t know for sure if she was graduating, she should have gave him a heads up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m disappointed that he really has an attitude with his 18 year old daughter over something petting like that.  I’m disgusted because he hasn’t paid child support in I don’t know how long, and he’s bitching about $66 A WEEK??? WTF!!  I’m uncertain (or harbor mixed feelings) because I feel him on the fact that she should have been gave him notice… but honestly, she still has a lot of growing up to do so how can he be mad… which leads to my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger and Frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “brother” (he and I have been friends since we were 11) has his cell phone through my service.  Lately, it’s been like a game of cat and mouse trying to get up with him to give me the money for his bill.  Last time I had to be a smart ass and restrict his services. I restricted everything except the 2-way feature.  He thought all of our phones were that way (GTL is on my plan as well.)  I’d really hate to have to do that again, but it’s getting to the point where I want cut his service completely! What’s crazy is that he has the money… He just never gets up with me when he’s supposed to and doesn’t have the decency to call to say that he can’t make it. Grrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excitement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL and I will have a quiet weekend at home this weekend... just the two of us and I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114857945655202779?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114857945655202779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114857945655202779&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114857945655202779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114857945655202779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/multiple-emotions.html' title='Multiple Emotions'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114831944207907330</id><published>2006-05-22T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:37:22.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to good customer service??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My grandmother and aunt go to Aruba every summer. Almost every year, they buy jewelry from this same store. They’ve been going there for so long that they get a discount on whatever they buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last summer, my grandmother purchased a diamond ring that was accented w/ smaller diamonds. A few of the smaller diamonds fell out and the ring needed to be resized.  My grandmother worked out with the lady that owns the place to have the ring shipped to them down in Aruba to have them repair &amp; resize it and send it back.  That was in November/December.  Why is it May and my grandmother ring has still not been shipped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother sent it via UPS, and paid an extra $100 for the insurance on it.  The lady confirmed that she received the ring and that she would send it back ASAP. Around January, I emailed her again asking her the status of the ring. She was like by it being the holiday, the repairer was out of town and they were waiting on him to return. OK cool. But they still could’ve notified us to let us know, prior to me contacting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come APRIL, I contact them again asking them about the status of the ring.  I get a response basically saying that they don’t recall ever receiving a ring, can I provide them with more information about it.  These muthaf*ckas don’t know who they dealing with!!! Every email I sent them, I BCC my grandmother. She kept them all.  My grandmother only works 3 days a week, so she wasn’t in the office the day of this email exchange. So I kindly responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was shipped to you a while ago. You confirmed that you received it. I'll email you back a little later with the receipt number and the delivery carrier's confirmation number. When I emailed you a little while back, you stated that you had to wait for repair a tech to perform the needed work and you would contact me as soon as possible. But as I said, I'll email you in a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when my grandmother forwarded me all of the emails, I go into my hotmail account and see an email from the jeweler stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The ring is ready to ship, can you please send us your complete mailing address where we can send the ring. Thank you, and hope to see you again on your next visit to Aruba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother thought that they were just trying to get out of paying the insurance fee on the ring.  I thought, trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, that maybe more than one person checks the email account, and the one that sent the email back stating they ain’t know what I was talking about, wasn’t the person that I previously spoke to.  Either way.. POOR CUSTOMER SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I send an email asking them have they sent the ring back yet? Who was the carrier they went through and do they have a tracking number?  Do you know these bitches said that I never sent them an address to ship the ring to!!!! My grandmother is out on personal leave, else I’d resend that fucking email to them! But I responded, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sent it to you, but here it is again… Please send a response acknowledging that you received this and let me know the carrier you’re going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like this, even if I didn’t send the address (which I did) they should’ve responded again stating, we’re still waiting on the address to send the ring back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lost two very loyal customers.  My grandmother and aunt have been going to Aruba for at least 10 years, if not more. Every year they go, they either buy something for themselves or a family member.  It’s always cheaper to buy jewelry on the islands… but next time I go to Aruba, I’ll be sure to buy my jewelry from a different vendor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to really put them on blast, but they have some shit with them, so I need to. They don’t have their own website, but you can get info about them on the two following links: &lt;a href="http://www.arubaonline.com/goldpalace.htm"&gt;http://www.arubaonline.com/goldpalace.htm&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.arubaluxurycondos.com/vendors/goldpalacearuba.htm"&gt;http://www.arubaluxurycondos.com/vendors/goldpalacearuba.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the company is Gold Palace. Please do not support this vendor if you decide to go to Aruba (which I recommend you do because it’s a beautiful island!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114831944207907330?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114831944207907330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114831944207907330&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114831944207907330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114831944207907330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-ever-happened-to-good-customer.html' title='What ever happened to good customer service??'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114798703134782019</id><published>2006-05-19T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:41:55.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got an A in my last class.... That's 3 A's in a row... I have a 4.0 in GRAD SCHOOL.. I'm so pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody do the math with me.... Friday + Hennessy + 3 mini martinis + FREE dinner at a bangin restaurant = A VERY HAPPY TIFFANY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend... I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114798703134782019?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114798703134782019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114798703134782019&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114798703134782019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114798703134782019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-me.html' title='YEAH ME!!!!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114763714931165148</id><published>2006-05-14T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:42:45.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen Iverson vs. Dwayne Wade</title><content type='html'>I love Allen Iverson. Point blank. I think he has the prettiest smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/allen_iverson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/allen_iverson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only his smile, but he can play his ass off. I love how he's one of the smallest things out on the court but because he's all heart, that makes him seem like he's as big as Shaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/act_allen_iverson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/act_allen_iverson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first fell in love with him when he was at Georgetown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/alleniverson008_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/alleniverson008_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even then, he had a lot of heart. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/alleniverson002_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/alleniverson002_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although AI is still doing his thing (without any help from his team.) And I still love him, don't get it twisted!! But I must admit that there's someone else that might be stealing my heart because he is a beast on the court.... hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/dwyane_wade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/dwyane_wade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that someone else is no other than Dwayne Wade!! He first caught my attention last year. I thought, "he's a pretty decent player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/1600/wade_140_050711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/320/wade_140_050711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.... I don't know.... This nigga is a beast! AI better watch out! I've always been a fan of a player - not the team itself... and b/c of the player, by default the team they play for is my favorite team. So..... GO HEAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the guys (Rell) probably thought this was a real comparison of the two.. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114763714931165148?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114763714931165148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114763714931165148&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114763714931165148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114763714931165148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/allen-iverson-vs-dwayne-wade.html' title='Allen Iverson vs. Dwayne Wade'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114756768409836976</id><published>2006-05-14T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:31:25.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Last night, while bored out of my mind at work, I made sure that I hit up all the mother bloggers on my blog list to the left, and wished them a happy mother's day. It's a lot of ya'll! But nonetheless, I want to wish all of the mother's out there a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work again today, so I can't really &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;anything special for my mom and grandmother, but I got them a nice gift as well as card. My cards are great! I'm the type of person that spends an hour in the card store, because I like to make sure I get a card that speaks from my heart. Every holiday, my mother and grandmother both say, "You get the best cards!" :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all of the mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, etc! I hope that you enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114756768409836976?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114756768409836976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114756768409836976&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114756768409836976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114756768409836976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114729466497160895</id><published>2006-05-10T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:57:44.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Girls Drink too Much</title><content type='html'>So you know I still don't remember what I wanted to talk about yesterday! So I'm just going to share this email I got this morning.. because it's sooo true. And to let you in on the drunk me, those that apply to me are in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE OUR PURSE IS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE BELIEVE THAT DANCING WITH OUR ARMS OVERHEAD AND WIGGLING OUR BUTT&lt;/span&gt; WHILE YELLING "WOO-HOO!" &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IS TRULY THE SEXIEST DANCE MOVE AROUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE'VE SUDDENLY DECIDED THAT WE WANT TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS AND HONESTLY BELIEVE WE COULD DO IT TOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IN OUR LAST TRIP TO PEE, WE REALIZE THAT WE NOW LOOK MORE LIKE A HOMELESS HOOKER THAN THE GODDESS WE WERE JUST FOUR HOURS AGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE START CRYING AND TELLING EVERYONE WE SEE THAT WE LOVE THEM SOOOOO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAY'S BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WE'VE FOUND A DEEPER/SPIRITUAL SIDE TO THE GEEK SITTING NEXT TO US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WE'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO WE BELIEVE CHEATED US BY GIVING US JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE WE CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE GIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(for the  record, I don't yell at the bartender, I just express my anger to my homegirls! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WE THINK WE ARE IN BED, BUT OUR PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR (or the mop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WE FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN WE SIT ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE TAKE OUR SHOES OFF BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT WE'RE HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn shame I can relate to all of these, right?? LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114729466497160895?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114729466497160895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114729466497160895&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114729466497160895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114729466497160895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-we-girls-drink-too-much.html' title='When We Girls Drink too Much'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14111285.post-114720765641622022</id><published>2006-05-09T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:07:08.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot!!</title><content type='html'>School is over. YEAH!!! Over the summer I’m going to work on getting some certifications. Definitely the A+ (cause that’s 2 tests and I’m done.) Depending on how much I procrastinate to get that one, I may go for my MCP as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday. Usually I party w/ my friends as if it were my birthday… not tomorrow! I’m getting old. LOL!! I can’t party like I used to and get up early and go to work. My body can’t take it anymore. I used to do it every weekend in college. I went to school in York, PA (about 45 min to an hour north of Baltimore.) My girlfriends and I would hit the highway to go to &lt;a href="www.hammerjacks.com"&gt;Hammerjacks&lt;/a&gt; FYI for if you click on the link…. What the club is NOW, is far from what it used to be… so don’t let the pics fool you! I would get back to York about 3ish in the morning and then had to be to work the next day at 8AM – did it with NO problems! Not anymore. Now I need to sleep until like 10AM to function OK throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to talk about how busy I’ve been today. Let’s just say that I’ve been trying to write this stupid post since about 9AM!! Now I don’t even remember what I wanted to talk about! LOL! So because of that… I’m going to end here and hopefully I can remember what I wanted to say tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14111285-114720765641622022?l=itrynot2care.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/feeds/114720765641622022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14111285&amp;postID=114720765641622022&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114720765641622022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14111285/posts/default/114720765641622022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itrynot2care.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot!!'/><author><name>TTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069984755252298238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1265/1267/200/slamdunk-girl-color.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
