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MC&apos;s'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-4172858323225879203</id><published>2010-06-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:42:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TBb2YC3T-xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f-qT0E9xzaQ/s1600/black+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TBb2YC3T-xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f-qT0E9xzaQ/s400/black+angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482840489316317970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two weeks. Death has been all around me from a 3day old baby dying until even as recent as three hours ago from me typing this post. Now am am a christian, so I am familiar with death. I am somewhat of a church boy so I know about funerals. But these deaths are a lot to deal with! Even as I type to you I cannot stop crying! I cannot tell GOD to stop doing his business nor do I have the audacity to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So GOD, I am in pain right now! I know you know best and I am glad none of the people who have passed are no longer suffering but , me Lord I need your comfort! Please help me deal with the transitioning of the loved ones who have went to glory ovoer this time! In Jesus' name I pray. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-4172858323225879203?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/4172858323225879203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=4172858323225879203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4172858323225879203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4172858323225879203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/06/over-last-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TBb2YC3T-xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f-qT0E9xzaQ/s72-c/black+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-4286216404696838738</id><published>2010-06-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:17:13.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With so much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA1vwx2WQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOen2P7iMKg/s1600/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA1vwx2WQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOen2P7iMKg/s400/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480159205385454098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been ABSENT from you guys! For this I apologize! With so much going on, I have not given the attention to yall! but guess what? I am heading back. SO I am working on several things and You will see them on here! I miss yall bunches! BTW if you know someone that can make this page not look sooooooo boring holla at them so tey can holla at me...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yall soon with lots of more mind poking topics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Morris~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-4286216404696838738?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/4286216404696838738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=4286216404696838738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4286216404696838738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4286216404696838738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-so-much-going-on.html' title='With so much going on'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA1vwx2WQhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mOen2P7iMKg/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8916154579511196423</id><published>2010-05-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:53:24.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth the hype?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-H2htcBvuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o94-WkZ24cw/s1600/college+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-H2htcBvuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o94-WkZ24cw/s400/college+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467922481597759202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first male in my family to go to college. By the way I graduated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am a statistic of the economy by being let go from work. However I am a person who makes ways. I am trying to start two companies. It is not easy at all. but me starting my own company has nothing to do with this blog. Just thought I would tell you about it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO for a lot of us, we have been preached to go to college. For a lot of us it is just understood we going to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO with the economy being the way it is I looked at how many people I know have degrees were or are unemployed. I looked at really smart people and they were even struggling. Now we were sold on this idea we go to college and get a degree and not that life would be perfect but we would do better than those who did not. SO here I go all degreed up and unemployed and not going to lie struggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all that to say this. I had a conversation and the end of this conversation lead to this theory. College teaches you to work for people not to be self sufficient by starting your own company. I don't know maybe I am a bitter statistic  from the economy. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8916154579511196423?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8916154579511196423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8916154579511196423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8916154579511196423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8916154579511196423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-worth-hype.html' title='Is it worth the hype?'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-H2htcBvuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o94-WkZ24cw/s72-c/college+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5573782610981575773</id><published>2010-05-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:37:27.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church personality types message conviction pastor hurt'/><title type='text'>Hurt by Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-Hk7LsPHKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/DyCmEuNdYaM/s1600/hurt+church+folk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-Hk7LsPHKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/DyCmEuNdYaM/s400/hurt+church+folk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467903128006237346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know I am somewhat of a church boy. I was raised in church. I was active in church. I had been active on the church scene since I can remember. SO you get this picture. Now not only have I been active but I actually feel that I know a good message in church when I hear one. I have been a victim of church folk antics from giving money to being made to feel guilty about my lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you cannot be in church and have a lil bit of a brain before you start getting an understanding for yourself. When you get that relationship with GOD no one can just tell you anything and you start to figure out some things, with GOD'S help. This does not mean that mean there are not good men and women of GOD who deliver a helpful word to our lives. With that said I want to get to This past Sunday's message at my church and how it made me feel. Check out the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE LEADER - THE "A" TYPE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need not look very far to find an "A" personality in our midst. They are the ones that are always "looking for a better way" or building a "better mouse trap". They have an entrepreneurial streak and don't mind taking risk in order to receive the rewards that can go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "A" personality is usually very independent, direct and to the point. They will probably tell you to "get to the bottom line" or give them the "executive summary" to read. They don't like routine and often delegate routine chores to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "A" Personality enjoys change, and one of their biggest fears is falling into a routine. They are very focused on what they are doing and are almost always relatively insensitive to others that might be around them. If they tell somebody something, or explain it, they'll say it ONCE and expect that everybody listening understood because they're ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" type personalities are often found as business owners, managers, sales people (especially straight commission), or any position requiring a very "direct" person that typically "takes charge" and forges ahead. They are very decisive and persistent in getting what they want and need.&lt;br /&gt;THE SOCIALIZER - "B" TYPE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "B" type loves to party, travel and be part of groups, and is often the center of attention. They love excitement and are often impatient and demanding as a result of being a "high energy" type. They love the limelight and the "hype" and often do very well in sales, advertising, marketing, public speaking, party planning, travel and other positions where they can have a "good time" while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "B" personality is as Supportive of others as they are direct in their approach. Most people enjoy being around them or watching or listening to them "perform". Many radio and TV personalities, actors and high-profile speakers are often "B" personalities. It is very important for the "B" personality to be liked by others and can be easily hurt if they think someone doesn't care for them. They may take it very personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example of a "B" personality was the part Bette Midler played in the movie "Beaches" where her character was a big success in movies and on the stage. An outstanding line from the movie was, when having her best friend over who she hasn't seen in years, she takes her on a whirlwind tour of her elaborate apartment then says: "... enough about ME, let's talk about YOU. So, what do you think if ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, most "B" personalities are not that "strong", but it does provide a good mental picture of some of the characteristics to look for in the "B" type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type often does well in sales as they tend to be very talkative and outgoing with people and are normally quite persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;"DETAILS, DETAILS... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "C" TYPE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to picture a typical "C" type personality, think of your accountant, an engineer or a computer programmer or analyst. The "C" thrives on details, accuracy and takes just about everything seriously. They are usually very neat, dress fashionably and are very calculated and precise in just about everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "C" doesn't like "hype", rather, they want facts... information from which they can verify the details and make a decision. They are very consistent in everything they do because everything has an order or procedure; thus they can be predictable at times and often very dependable, however, don't expect them to make a decision when YOU want it, as it will only come after THEY have checked all the facts and are satisfied that everything is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are deep, thoughtful and usually very sensitive. They enjoy know how and why things are the way they are rather than taking anything at face value. They often make good customer service people and sales people, especially if the product to support or sell is something "technical" or involves numbers. They are loyal and patient and can leave customers with a good feeling that they're somebody that really cares. However, managers may need to make sure they don't spend TOO much time with details if the objective or expected outcome doesn't warrant the investment of their time and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS THERE WHEN YOU NEED THEM&lt;br /&gt;THE "D" TYPE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical "D" personality doesn't like change, preferring instead, to have a set of guidelines from which to follow and they won't mind doing the same thing over and over. They are usually more motivated by security and benefits and are likely to get the "gold watch" if the company can provide the security they seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"D" types are very supportive of others and are often the type that others turn to when they have a problem. Their compassion level is usually quite high and often seem very happy and content with themselves and life in general. They are usually punctual, and consistent. They add "balance" and support in the workplace and may be the champion of the "under dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I saw this I immediately knew who I was, and if you know me you know I am personality B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO imagine on Sunday I am in church and the pastor already says I am going to make some people feel bad with this message. SO I am all with a message that convicts you. It shows you the error of your ways. Once you see those errors then I believe the person bringing the message should reveal to you how to do such. Before I move on this is not an attack on my pastor or his message but it is how I feel. You know you have to say that now a days people will use this against the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my pastor speaking about my personality he says People in this personality (I have to paraphrase)I want to say he said these people never go anywhere in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHOA and WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had to be the worse thing I&lt;br /&gt; had ever said to me in church. Those words hurt me so bad. They hurt for several reasons. It hurt because I believe in church you go there to get uplifted not bashed. It also hurts because you hold Pastors in a higher regard. SO the words they say hold a lot of meaning. After that I don't think I received anything else he said. I normally like to share messages in church where I see fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was new to church I would not come back after hearing such a message. I don't know maybe I am sensitive. Maybe it was harsh. I want to know your thoughts? I want to hear what you have to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5573782610981575773?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5573782610981575773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5573782610981575773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5573782610981575773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5573782610981575773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurt-by-church.html' title='Hurt by Church'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S-Hk7LsPHKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/DyCmEuNdYaM/s72-c/hurt+church+folk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-1576166615136428627</id><published>2010-04-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:17:09.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Cry Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/ee925OTFBCA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee925OTFBCA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee925OTFBCA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-1576166615136428627?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/1576166615136428627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=1576166615136428627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1576166615136428627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1576166615136428627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-cry-ever.html' title='Best Cry Ever'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6634103944417806857</id><published>2010-04-14T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:17:27.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed Bachelors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S8YUaA_W1BI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hOZ6Lku6ngQ/s1600/BachelorsBed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S8YUaA_W1BI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hOZ6Lku6ngQ/s400/BachelorsBed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460074035408196626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on twitter and found myself consoling one of maybe one of the sexiest people on twitter who said was playing , maybe, and said "I am not that fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I seen his pictures and he umm, yeah lol. But it made me think I am not skinny not no where near fat but, in this confirmed bachelorhood of a life I live to be skinny is to be right,  to be big you have to be beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the new generation of confirmed Bachelors and I see on the outside they are some really attractive men but I question their morals and personalities. They get so lost on devices that the inside can not be expressed well. They make sure that anyone who hangs around them looks like them. No shade but I almost agree the give me "You can feed this child for $.80 " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well babies , skinnies, fat people, and those who are just concerned let your outside match your inside! Be beautiful like the dude on twitter who I was speaking to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6634103944417806857?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6634103944417806857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6634103944417806857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6634103944417806857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6634103944417806857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/04/confirmed-bachelors.html' title='Confirmed Bachelors'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S8YUaA_W1BI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hOZ6Lku6ngQ/s72-c/BachelorsBed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-4895300042454853022</id><published>2010-04-13T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:43:29.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends family love hurt evil mean happy sad emotions yoked christians sex'/><title type='text'>But, I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA11ZgmsxMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6Ojrco2MkbM/s1600/hearts%2520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA11ZgmsxMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6Ojrco2MkbM/s400/hearts%2520logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480165402689193154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 33, it is funny how you realize some of the things that people said to you  through the years is really true! I had a teacher who used to say " LOVE IS WHAT IT DOES, not what it says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I have to wonder, now have I been a victim, because I know I am but i have I said I love people and not shown them.  I don't know how much I believe in Karma but If I do then damn, that bitch got me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about this though, I think from the smallest things to the biggest things. However Boyz to Men said it best in a song " The Little things mean a lot," I am a very strong person but when I break all that was held within, is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this vow in 2010 "NO TEARS!" SO far so good and I think if I have made it this far this year then the rest will be a breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is have you showed the people you love that you love them or are you just lip service! When you think about this love is more than promises being met. It is not making promises and still doing. It is about creating a feeling that was not there that causes a memory and a smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time love well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-4895300042454853022?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/4895300042454853022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=4895300042454853022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4895300042454853022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4895300042454853022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-i-love-you.html' title='But, I love you'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/TA11ZgmsxMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6Ojrco2MkbM/s72-c/hearts%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8117080767836150508</id><published>2010-04-07T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:11:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S7z0-DTLgJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TJ4R7BCMw_E/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S7z0-DTLgJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TJ4R7BCMw_E/s400/cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457506195341017234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people on this past weekend celebrated the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I know the story is not a new one to you guys so this is not a reflection of the story and what it means. This particular blog entry is about the blood defense. It is the blood that is most important in this experience of being a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON Sunday when my pastor was preaching he made some really good points and pointed out some very good things. What stood out to me, and enough that I want to share this with you, is when he spoke about being behind the blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a difference between someone who does not believe in Christ and who don't believe in Christ. If you are behind the blood then you can ask for forgiveness and get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you behind the blood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8117080767836150508?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8117080767836150508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8117080767836150508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8117080767836150508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8117080767836150508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/04/behind-blood.html' title='Behind the Blood'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S7z0-DTLgJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TJ4R7BCMw_E/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8666499628825267975</id><published>2010-03-21T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:44:03.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build and Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6Zo6iDZnKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/exVSsz7Hx24/s1600-h/black-soldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6Zo6iDZnKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/exVSsz7Hx24/s400/black-soldiers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451159753761332386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to church today. Since I have been in DC I have been looking for a great worship experience. Well, I got my answer today! I went to the Greater Mt. Calvary Holy Church in Washington D.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor and his wife were not there, however, church was still church in their absence. In the message for the day the speaker spoke of Building and Battling. He spoke of the Prophet Nehemiah, who was rebuilding the wall into Jerusalem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes, Nehemiah was on a ladder and building and he had two associates who were trying to discourage him.  Nehemiah made mention to the men who were working with him to build with one hand and keep a sword in their other hand. This was brilliant to me. It reminded me of stories I hear of people who are trying to rebuild their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes rebuild, but realize and know that you will be under attack. Because you will be under attack be ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said good luck in your re-building and battling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8666499628825267975?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8666499628825267975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8666499628825267975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8666499628825267975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8666499628825267975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/03/build-and-battle.html' title='Build and Battle'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6Zo6iDZnKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/exVSsz7Hx24/s72-c/black-soldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-1042560746629095959</id><published>2010-03-20T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:04:27.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6T_4Vi5xyI/AAAAAAAAAas/E_N30MqHpIM/s1600-h/Truth+is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6T_4Vi5xyI/AAAAAAAAAas/E_N30MqHpIM/s400/Truth+is.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762792346437410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is the truth no matter what happens. I really want to be specific with this blog. I try to make my blog fit a lot of situations. However, I want to talk about HIV/AIDS. People go back and forth about telling people if they have it or not. They worry what people will think. They lie about having it. They are scared to get tested. SO they don't know and if they don't know they don't have to answer the question or continue to lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day if you decide to tell it nor not, if you get tested, or if you lie, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE FACT REMAINS&lt;/span&gt;, IF YOU HAVE HIV/AIDS it ain't going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are blessed not to have it, realize you are just that blessed! To those who do have it you are fine! You will be fine! Time and time again I have seen people at rock bottom and I have heard reports of people being told they would not make it. Luckily the MASTER PHYSICIAN saw different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to get across is to thine own self be true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-1042560746629095959?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/1042560746629095959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=1042560746629095959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1042560746629095959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1042560746629095959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2656015051668670349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/03/mens-week.html' title='2010 Men&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-9067705301232673938</id><published>2010-03-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:28:14.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6HH9VviigI/AAAAAAAAAak/HFkwZtCktcU/s1600-h/ooc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6HH9VviigI/AAAAAAAAAak/HFkwZtCktcU/s400/ooc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856880717498882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to someone and we came up on a conversation that I've had many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of the hour is: Can you love two people at one time? People people people!&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this and mean it. YOU CAN LOVE TWO PEOPLE AT ONE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This don't make it right though. Not so much for them but for you. I put this kind of action in with NO SELF CONTROL! Babies let me tell you. If you have a preference of a guy that same preference will be multiplied times 12 when you get with a person. People will tell you how much you hurt someone else. I come to tell you how that hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have double stories, double kisses, double the chances to catch something, and double the lies to tell and listen to. Do yourself a favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get 1 and Keep 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-9067705301232673938?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/9067705301232673938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=9067705301232673938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/9067705301232673938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/9067705301232673938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6HH9VviigI/AAAAAAAAAak/HFkwZtCktcU/s72-c/ooc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8439366420695265377</id><published>2010-03-17T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:18:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Majors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6G1wwFX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_qCYMDzzHs/s1600-h/mlb_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6G1wwFX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_qCYMDzzHs/s400/mlb_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449836873240802706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here on twitter, and thought about the people who I recklessly said I liked or had some kind of emotions for. I began to wonder was I out of my league trying to talk to some one. Did I let some one who I should have only been a friend get to close too me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know people say looks don't matter. Better yet they might say, I am above that it is what is on the inside that counts. Okay really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been in Washington D.C., it is evident that there is a crowd and in this crowd you date with-in. Meaning, if you are a 30 year old guy and you are looking for companionship, this person must have what you have monetarily, career-wise, and physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not throwing shade when I make this example, so if you get mad, that's on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a college educated man, who owns a house, and drives a car is not american made is looking for a mate, it is quite possible that a non degreed, apartment owning, bus riding homie will not be a real life match up. The sex might be great and maybe being a regular cut-buddy may be an option. However, The person who belongs with this degreed, homeowner, whose car we cannot pronounce belongs with someone who can match him and challenge him. The same goes for Lil red riding hood too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try and do things outside the box and as much as that is appreciated in the professional world, let's be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people , opposites attract but the same keeps you sane! Stick with someone in your league. If you have to ask if someone is in your league, then you don't  belong with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8439366420695265377?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8439366420695265377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8439366420695265377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8439366420695265377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8439366420695265377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/03/majors.html' title='The Majors'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S6G1wwFX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_qCYMDzzHs/s72-c/mlb_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7487782386352780189</id><published>2010-02-22T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:29:18.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afro Pickin</title><content type='html'>This is my  b'day video for you guys something nice short and sweet!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23d78191a3c2737b" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7487782386352780189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7487782386352780189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7487782386352780189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/02/afro-pickin.html' title='Afro Pickin'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7393792286844442930</id><published>2010-02-21T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:50:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, LMBAO, LLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9347ec9df5799aa2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7393792286844442930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7393792286844442930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7393792286844442930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-lmbao-lls.html' title='Lol, LMBAO, LLS'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3135198867523520363</id><published>2010-02-19T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:37:08.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live your Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S39VFTaZP-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qzEjbehKc5c/s1600-h/free+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S39VFTaZP-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qzEjbehKc5c/s400/free+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440160424485535714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO by now if you know me or met me, or better yet read my blog or follow me on twitter, look at me on you tube, DAMN I DO A LOT, huh? But if you know me you know I am not so much openly gay as I am honestly gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had a conversation with my oldest cousin on my father's side. As she being the oldest of grandkids I respect her a lot. In addition to her being the eldest grandchild, she is an all around cool person. At the start of our conversation she made a statement to me. She said "Moris you are almost 33 years old (2/22), and as a 33 year old I want you to feel ok to live your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I gagged. SO she went on to say, I may or may not agree with you but I LOVE YOU nonetheless. Don't be afraid to live your life! This statement from here made the world of a difference! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to here briefly on how I don't bring that part of my life into fam life because i don't want to start anything. Now that I know I have this kind of love and support maybe I can breathe easier at a fam function and we out and "he try to holla."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3135198867523520363?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3135198867523520363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3135198867523520363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3135198867523520363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3135198867523520363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-your-life.html' title='Live your Life!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S39VFTaZP-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qzEjbehKc5c/s72-c/free+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-491066726664132747</id><published>2010-02-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:13:59.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3sYLN8eR5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ka4Ly07MXng/s1600-h/forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3sYLN8eR5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ka4Ly07MXng/s400/forgiveness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438967555980937106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are but only so many ways I can apologize for something I have done wrong to you. Now I do not think I have done anything to any one who has not fully forgiven me. I had to state that because I have done something to people that have been hurtful and to some even mean. Before I go on let me also state that this blog is not for everyone. This blog goes to my "Church" folk. I recently apologized to someone who I did not keep my word to some 4 years ago. This person decided they did not want me in their life, or so they said. However, my good friend FACEBOOK said other wise. I to this DAY, the day I am writing this blog still receive chats from them, not just messages. Let's say you are on some small planet and you are not familiar with the chat feature it is a quicker way to talk to someone  in real time. Now unforgiving Church folk person, all I want to know is if you were "OVER" out friendship so much why do you continually reach out to me in such a way? I see the attempts and I reach out AGAIN to be more than cordial like hang out and be like before maybe even better, because I "LEARNED" about Mo. but when I ask again and you give me this #Kanyeshrug response, it make me now "OVER IT." What is it? It is our friendship. I put forth an apology followed by conversation with sincerity. I love you and all, but in your words " I don't have time for people in my life who don't love me." One thing I know as  a Christian, Love and forgiveness go hand in hand. Again, in your words, or something like your words, See you around, GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-491066726664132747?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/491066726664132747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=491066726664132747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/491066726664132747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/491066726664132747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-it.html' title='Over it'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3sYLN8eR5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ka4Ly07MXng/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2702727162052083914</id><published>2010-02-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:15:20.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3OSWWwT8TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1j96auiiUcQ/s1600-h/child-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3OSWWwT8TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1j96auiiUcQ/s400/child-crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436850087929311538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approach my Thirty-3rd birthday, I look at the people who I hang around and those I am attracted to and those who are attracted to me as well. I have an extremely youth-ful spirit which works for me and I use it well. But sometimes I don't feel grown. I mean I do what I am supposed to be doing at Thirty-2 but, I feel sometimes left behind. I have not done all my friends have. I think being an only child helped but hurt me at the same time. So, as a single black man, who now lives in DC, who has started his own company, I feel incomplete as a man. I don't want to keep up with the Jones's but I do be in comparison with them. This is not a I am getting older and so I am depressed blog but an awakening that I feel like I don't belong. I think I am on a search to belong somewhere to someone or ones. Welcome to Thirty-3, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2702727162052083914?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2702727162052083914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2702727162052083914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2702727162052083914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2702727162052083914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-kid.html' title='The Big Kid'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/S3OSWWwT8TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1j96auiiUcQ/s72-c/child-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8912250112444563770</id><published>2010-01-25T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:52:12.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PrepMe - Sponsored Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel='nofollow' href='http://lx.im/4xPA?v=C-4V78sdxrGiouRByPyLx6Rny0JnDWS1kRH20SgvVu7cr4MSMCPCkdEl7nUBHRLB9WcakpXx7AVaFGwVa8LI3w' style='text-decoration: none; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sz94NhdnRdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GXutUI4Jm1A/s400/2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184650093577682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 2010, don't let me down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5531844422181440198?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5531844422181440198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5531844422181440198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5531844422181440198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5531844422181440198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-ten.html' title='Oh Ten!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sz94NhdnRdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GXutUI4Jm1A/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-4022226028231687306</id><published>2009-11-17T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:21:43.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's holiday time! I challenge you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SwObY2VWciI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SRWAhZ5KTjo/s1600/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SwObY2VWciI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SRWAhZ5KTjo/s400/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405334828978958882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make me smile say "Happy Holidays," and watch me glow from the inside out. This time of year does it for me. Though I am not a fan of egg nog, I like the way people smile and bundle up, and have Christmas cheer. Even with us going through rough economic times, I think that made a smile more sincere. Sometimes A smile is all one may be able to give. I am glad this hits us right about now. Only because we can get into what this season is about really about. Sharing Caring, and for those of us who are believers We celebrate the Birth of our Savior Jesus the Christ. I don't wanna over so it right now but know that I am about to blog more about this holiday and what it means and things I see. I implore you to comment and have a good time. I ask that you let the things you cannot control control themselves. I dare you to smile to at least one person a day. I dare you to speak to Five people a week you don't know. Though it may be small I dare you to buy a man, woman, or child a gift and give it to a total stranger! I dare you! If you take this dare please blog about it, make a video about it. Just let the world know decent human beings are still here and in effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-4022226028231687306?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/4022226028231687306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=4022226028231687306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4022226028231687306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4022226028231687306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-holiday-time-i-challeng-you.html' title='It&apos;s holiday time! I challenge you!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SwObY2VWciI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SRWAhZ5KTjo/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-9061529137853439026</id><published>2009-11-13T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:27:30.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Week 2009: The Ultimate Woman</title><content type='html'>This is my second year hosting Ladies week on my you tube channel. I hope you enjoy these Ladies and what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH6auu-JmdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH6auu-JmdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdUzadKxL9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdUzadKxL9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRW6-Vb-APg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRW6-Vb-APg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EKQK5d0-7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EKQK5d0-7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZUOIeHRxNA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZUOIeHRxNA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-9061529137853439026?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/9061529137853439026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=9061529137853439026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/9061529137853439026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/9061529137853439026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-week-2009-ultimate-woman.html' title='Ladies Week 2009: The Ultimate Woman'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-1110862704312821661</id><published>2009-10-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:10:53.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hour Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/StipCjXWdFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NhjVxlQdtqg/s1600-h/brown_stink_bug_nymph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/StipCjXWdFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NhjVxlQdtqg/s400/brown_stink_bug_nymph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393246415094182994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear about colds that can sneak you real quick, a stomach virus, or how bout this that 24 hours Bug of LOVE. That's right, you know how you meet someone, and the first 24 hours are blissful. You and that person spend as much time in that first 24 hours that you can together. Maybe yall went out and then yall talked on the phone until the sun came up and u had classes or had to work the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up the next day do what u have to do and you realize you have been hit by the 24 hour bug of " I just met you and I wanna talk to you and I think I wanna like you" bug or in other terms you fell real quick real hard. Now here comes the reality of it all. This "bug" may be one sided. Yeah it was you and this other on the phone and yeah they smiled as much as you did, but alas, reality, the cure, happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, "What just happened?" yeah u got bit and now that u got yourself together you are trying to figure out what to do next and how to handle yourself because u still feel the effects. You still like this person, well think you do, and u wanna see what hours 48 and 72 will hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-1110862704312821661?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/1110862704312821661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=1110862704312821661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1110862704312821661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1110862704312821661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/10/24-hour-bug.html' title='24 hour Bug'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/StipCjXWdFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NhjVxlQdtqg/s72-c/brown_stink_bug_nymph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5864554113168111779</id><published>2009-09-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:14:07.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not open but honest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0yhUy28ZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bwQdnogCLU4/s1600-h/black+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0yhUy28ZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bwQdnogCLU4/s400/black+man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385516277504078226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not DL and I am not a liar, I am not gonna wear it on a shirt, well maybe I will...lol. But, in all seriousness. I am a gay black male. By now I think you know this. If you follow my blog or my You Tube activities. I am really honest. What I am not is so much open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be saying, umm dude what is the difference. I am glad you asked. Let's get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openly gay, and this is my lil opinion, will put his gayness in front of him. He/She defend in public the rights of gays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly gay, is on a need to know basis, he/She will not hide what they feel or how they feel. However, they will not broadcast it to those who don't need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say who ever needs to know. Not all family needs to know. Not all co workers need to know, church and civil activities don't need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being gay in an honest person's life does not define them, guide them, nor do they wear it on their shoulder. This person is comfortable in their skin and when the need to defend themselves and what they do, they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really a special entry to me. I hope you enjoyed this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5864554113168111779?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5864554113168111779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5864554113168111779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5864554113168111779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5864554113168111779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-open-but-honest.html' title='Not open but honest...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0yhUy28ZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bwQdnogCLU4/s72-c/black+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-541396173732362471</id><published>2009-09-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:02:04.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0vr07ugpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SGEg-vJyQ30/s1600-h/2+black+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0vr07ugpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SGEg-vJyQ30/s400/2+black+family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385513159395017362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough to be a favorite cousin, maybe a favorite nephew, and maybe a favorite brother. However, that does not make it easy for me to be around my family. I am not openly gay but honestly gay (Next Blog Entry.) There is a question, you know that question every young man gets. So, *young gay man enters name here*, when you getting married. DO you really want to know when I am getting married or IF I am getting married. SO the first thoughts that come to my mind is, When is your unwed child who has two kids getting married? When is your brother going to get off drugs? I mean of all the things you can be worried about you wanna know when I am getting married? Come on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, which i see as regular, you know had some in jail, some drug users, sellers, person who has killed one or many people, umm the things that make for a great movie with a black family, I am "The Gay." Now all the dysfunctional things that I named and oh boy did I leave some out, I feel, and maybe it's me that I am looked at and talked about more than any other. maybe in real life i am just talked about just as much as any. Why though, I don't talk about them. OK I just got sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions to you as you read this are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you made a family member feel uncomfortable regardless of differences yall have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you reached out to love a family who may be different in some way to make them feel loved regardless?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-541396173732362471?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/541396173732362471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=541396173732362471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/541396173732362471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/541396173732362471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/09/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sr0vr07ugpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SGEg-vJyQ30/s72-c/2+black+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5403463716954307723</id><published>2009-09-21T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:44:10.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Srg2e4g5DRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gYaroDxCCiw/s1600-h/mean-girls-update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Srg2e4g5DRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gYaroDxCCiw/s320/mean-girls-update.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384113258715745554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is something is supposed to happen and I missed it, but where the hell do people come off being Stuck-up or conceited? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here we go. I am blessed to know a lot of people. It is in my nature to be friendly. SO with me being a socialite, I know a lot of ppl.The funny thing is when I meet certain people, and they don't know who I am they wanna give me this, my shit-don't stink attitude. Now I must admit I have friends who are like that as well. I do not think they are right either. But go with me if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at a party, yeah you (the person reading this) and I are at a party, We chillin and we see a group of guys come in. OH yes this is a homo party, so these ppl come thru and they give you this don't talk to or look at me attitude. I mean really guys even if you are attractive someone speaking does not mean we want to get in your draws. It really makes you look crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second kind of gay conceited, is the guy who in a group of friends, is the person who looks at others and always has something negative to say and no reason behind what they say. They just do it to be catty or nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please gay man, do betta. I am not saying don't have standards of friends and of those in your inner circle, however being nice to a person because they speak will not hurt the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5403463716954307723?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5403463716954307723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5403463716954307723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5403463716954307723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5403463716954307723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess.html' title='I guess'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Srg2e4g5DRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gYaroDxCCiw/s72-c/mean-girls-update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-354734290767882</id><published>2009-09-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:18:05.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure: Not an Option</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SqnBZwVioPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HhAYl8Ws5zQ/s1600-h/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SqnBZwVioPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HhAYl8Ws5zQ/s320/fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380043878086910194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, the little bit I have lived. I have done some great things. SOmethings people would love to do in their lives. God has blessed me to go some places and more importantly, God has shown me I can do almost anything. Funny thing though for all the great things and wonderful things that has happened, I am in a place where I feel like a failure right now. Now I am saying and doing this because I am about to embark on an endeavor and I need to be accountable to someone and Umm I am turning to you. You whoever decides to read this and say Hey dude, you can do it stick in the game and don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not an option for me, nor shall it be for you. I figured this much out while typing this if you read this far you too are destined for greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-354734290767882?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/354734290767882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=354734290767882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/354734290767882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/354734290767882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/09/failure-not-option.html' title='Failure: Not an Option'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SqnBZwVioPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HhAYl8Ws5zQ/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8925405832355921054</id><published>2009-09-01T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:07:51.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Single Experience (in Words)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sp2pK8MIS4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/j2xdjoOrkSw/s1600-h/Photo+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sp2pK8MIS4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/j2xdjoOrkSw/s400/Photo+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376639535571028866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really great trend on You Tube has started and I am so excited about it that I could not wait to learn my movie make stuff, so I am gonna do it written for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Morris, you are so nice you have to have a boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Morris, you are too sweet not have a boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Morris, you will get a boyfriend be patient!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worse hearing those words or typing those words. SO in my 32 years of living, I have experienced Love and being in love but to actually say i have a better half. I can only say i did that one time. Funny thing is, I want to be in a relationship more now than I ever wanted to before. Wanting something with the intensity that I want this, I have to be really careful not to want the relationship more than I want someone that's a good match and good for me as well as me being good for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have such requirements that almost made it impossible for me to find someone. Then I have gotten so lack that i almost went beneath what was deserving for such a great person as myself. Now I know that last statement sounded a lil conceited. No, Not really I know that I am an asset and who ever I am with must know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me, when I told them that I was writing this that this would be a long blog. Well to keep this from not being so long I am going to cut this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, my single experience: I am grateful I have experienced it, however, to move beyond this point of my life is something I hope comes soon really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8925405832355921054?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8925405832355921054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8925405832355921054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8925405832355921054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8925405832355921054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/09/single-experience-in-words.html' title='The Single Experience (in Words)'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sp2pK8MIS4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/j2xdjoOrkSw/s72-c/Photo+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8719200844091380549</id><published>2009-08-31T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:45:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call it a come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SpxSezV3XnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_nx8wQYgi-c/s1600-h/car+broken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SpxSezV3XnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_nx8wQYgi-c/s400/car+broken.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376262744305000050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog is dedicated to not only one of my favorite twitter people but my sister, thank you for your support and I love you! So_NKreDibEllE GO sub and follow her to her ,tell her I sent you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, don't call it a come back but it was a set back! I don't wanna go into everything but know that when things of and in life happen, we ,at those moments judged on how we handle those situations. Now to be honest with you I prob should have had a nervous break down or maybe a stroke, BUT, I tell you this, what don't kill you makes you stronger. I am not down playing any of the things that went down but I am gonna change how I respond to them and what happens in my life next. Yes I have shed tears and still trying to recover from some things but I know I see the sun and as long as I can see the sun I know everything will be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN this recession, in this time of lost, in this time of grief, I also see a time of family, a time of friends, a time of trust, and a time of healing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I'm here and don't call it a come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8719200844091380549?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8719200844091380549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8719200844091380549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8719200844091380549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8719200844091380549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-call-it-come-back.html' title='Don&apos;t call it a come back!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SpxSezV3XnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_nx8wQYgi-c/s72-c/car+broken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2786617084750474114</id><published>2009-07-21T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:58:11.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EklMkFAWRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EklMkFAWRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2786617084750474114?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2786617084750474114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2786617084750474114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2786617084750474114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2786617084750474114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving it!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-619307431422074967</id><published>2009-07-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:39:09.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got it all WRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmZQcomi8SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Mse4JJh5vRU/s1600-h/Wrong-Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmZQcomi8SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Mse4JJh5vRU/s400/Wrong-Way.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361060859296805154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation on my favorite networking site..THE ALMIGHTY Twitter! In this conversation some one was telling me about their ex and the bad experience that happened from it. At some point he said to me I am afraid of LOVE. That hit me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost the meaning and essence of the feeling! While we are experiencing what we consider to be love then is when we are NOT sad. We smile , dance, talk , and even share. It is when we in between, out of it, trying to get LOVE that we experience these various emotions . SO let's start to think and say better. Love is not the problem it the process before and after we fall in and out of it that makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my point? Love does not hate us! So don't make it the enemy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-619307431422074967?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/619307431422074967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=619307431422074967' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/619307431422074967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/619307431422074967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-got-it-all-wrong.html' title='We got it all WRONG'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmZQcomi8SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Mse4JJh5vRU/s72-c/Wrong-Way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2492799637145629564</id><published>2009-07-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:49:44.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fast and the Furious: Too Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmSD-l_hBlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rnIT26dUi-A/s1600-h/best-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 25px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmSD-l_hBlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rnIT26dUi-A/s400/best-friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554567851378258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when people say they love too fast and too hard they are normally talking about relationships. Well this one is no different except the relationship I am speaking of now is a friendship. Now this may sound weird to some but for other it may be right on point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet someone, yall vibe, yall exchange numbers, yall talk and see you have a lot in common, or hell sometimes not in common but the fact is yall get along. You make them smile and they make you smile. You see that you can talk to this person with comfort. They tell you things in their life. Next thing you know not everyday but more days than not, this person has become a part of your life! It is not a bad thing because you know this is a special kind of love! This is YOUR SOUL mate if you will, not of in LOVE but this is YOUR FRIEND. The universe was waiting for this moment to introduce you to someone who, no matter what u did you could talk to them about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this is where the relationship becomes reality, they had a life before you and ways that for some reason you missed. Now something happens and you feeling some-type-of way! but you know what. All is not lost just that bump in the road u have not experienced yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who I have done that too I am sorry! For those who have done it to me...I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2492799637145629564?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2492799637145629564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2492799637145629564' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2492799637145629564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2492799637145629564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/fast-and-furious-too-hard.html' title='The Fast and the Furious: Too Hard'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmSD-l_hBlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rnIT26dUi-A/s72-c/best-friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8532639825044808898</id><published>2009-07-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:35:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondary Kinda Twigga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmNmGnq0_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-jgZ5J27lc/s1600-h/twitter-bird-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmNmGnq0_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-jgZ5J27lc/s400/twitter-bird-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240245414887298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO in this world we all know and love Twitter has become our new toy, house, car, and phone...lol yess in other words for some of us Twitter is OUR world. Now of course you have ur friends and they have their friends and if u see a name more than once u are more than likely at least going to check this person out. Now, this is not about to be he not following me so I am upset about it, kinda thing but, a common courtsey kinda vent ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO just because I follow you, you don't have to follow me. However, in the spirit of twitterdom, if someone speaks you SHOULD, at the least speak back.  Now if I am following you on twitter, I can see who u speak to. SO no, as a person u may not know me but someone u are following has spoken to me and I know good and Damn well u saw it. I know because I am following you as u follow them as they speak to me. SO u being the least bit of friendly should fall in to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where the tables turn, don't meet me later, rather real life, on line some where else, then be at me. I tried the easiest way to let you be a pal, bud, and/or friend. SO with that said do u, cus I won't, now tweet that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8532639825044808898?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8532639825044808898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8532639825044808898' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8532639825044808898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8532639825044808898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/secondary-kinda-twigga.html' title='Secondary Kinda Twigga'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SmNmGnq0_4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-jgZ5J27lc/s72-c/twitter-bird-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-210708818090690166</id><published>2009-07-16T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:21:37.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good for something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sl-La4txvLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dlkMA9gufwA/s1600-h/male+pic+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sl-La4txvLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dlkMA9gufwA/s400/male+pic+51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359155375611428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I thought I was talking to some one. As in talking I mean kinda dating but kinda not dating. We wanted two different things. Before I came to that realization we had a great time doing the "Almost" dating thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, we did things like boyfriends do. We went to place together, got lost in each other's conversation when others were around. We go lost in each other's eyes. The best thing, well not the best thing but one of the great things was the SEX. DAMN just typing about it, makes me feel some type of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we not talking anymore, at lest not like that. Funny when we get together we still have that chemistry and connection. I have decided though we are gonna keep one thing going. I know you guessed it already and u damn right.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex, if I have anything to say about it at least once a week we finna be hunchin and hunchin real good. SO it turns out. He was good for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-210708818090690166?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/210708818090690166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=210708818090690166' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/210708818090690166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/210708818090690166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-for-something.html' title='Good for something...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sl-La4txvLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dlkMA9gufwA/s72-c/male+pic+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3271198333036461112</id><published>2009-07-07T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:55:34.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yCGBQMQL5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yCGBQMQL5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3271198333036461112?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3271198333036461112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3271198333036461112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3271198333036461112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3271198333036461112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/07/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7540035661352116666</id><published>2009-06-30T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:52:58.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDYzOTE*MTQ2NjcmcHQ9MTI*NjM5MTQzOTY1MCZwPTU*NzgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWYzOTEwYzU3NTlkZTRlZjViNmE3MjEyYjg3ZjE4MzZl.gif" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://a1.magmypic.com/usermags/8/16/bab915bab64b045f7ee035c74e22c_4101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzYSUyZiUyZnd3dy5tYWdteXBpYy5jb2*lMmZwb3N*" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7540035661352116666?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7540035661352116666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7540035661352116666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7540035661352116666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7540035661352116666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/create-fake-magazine-covers-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-924790051609951345</id><published>2009-06-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:40:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson 1958-2009</title><content type='html'>You know I never ever though I would say the words " Michael Jackson has died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SkRtK988oHI/AAAAAAAAATM/jS7t041RRvw/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SkRtK988oHI/AAAAAAAAATM/jS7t041RRvw/s400/Michael-Jackson8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351522292419305586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this day of really good. Then I was awakened by the ringing of my home phone, cell phone, and a familiar voice in sadness asking me about the death. SO i woke up and turned the comupter on and went directly to my news source for everything...TWITTER, then CNN on another tab. During this short period time i received the text of Michael Jackson passing but it was not confirmed anywhere so I ignored it. Then twitter became so full so fast that the trending topics changed in a matter of minutes as reports that, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop died. SO after watching several hours of news coverage I went to my female best friend's house. SO that she, her husband, and I could mourn together. SO, I am in the house and I think that's when it first hit me. Yes I saw people on television speak about it , and yes by this time CNN confirmed it, the end all be all for news in my house, but at the moment of sharing this moment with close friends did I realize another piece of my child hood, a gigantic piece of my childhood,has died. I am at a lost of words because so many words can be said of this great entertainer! SO i made a  video with some songs and pictures. May his memory live along with his music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9dfedbc688a3307b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SkRtK988oHI/AAAAAAAAATM/jS7t041RRvw/s72-c/Michael-Jackson8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2452105153462769951</id><published>2009-06-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:08:24.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4b10f8b9fb6ebe5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5436867923962047790</id><published>2009-06-17T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:38:34.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend number 2 (FIVEblackgUys)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NspuwGnQuPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NspuwGnQuPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5436867923962047790?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5436867923962047790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5436867923962047790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5436867923962047790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5436867923962047790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/boyfriend-number-2-fiveblackguys.html' title='Boyfriend number 2 (FIVEblackgUys)'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5870484887119272932</id><published>2009-06-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:53:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SjfqCL799cI/AAAAAAAAATE/153XVZBf7LI/s1600-h/straightjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SjfqCL799cI/AAAAAAAAATE/153XVZBf7LI/s400/straightjacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348000405810705858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire blog I try to really be transparent for a couple of reasons. One because maybe some of you reading can relate to what I am going through and also maybe some of you have been through what I am going through and wanna share hwo u did what u did to get out or whatever!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loving person. Some will say that good some will say that's great. However, when you get to the point where you don't know what to do with your love or channel it in the right direction your love gets out of hand. You do things that you think may be love and it is not. You hurt other and more importantly you hurt yourself. Love for family I give it sparingly because sometimes I think they take advantage of it and don't appreciate it. Love of friends I am trying to do better. I have a friend A.D.D. problem.If I see a new person I want them to be a new toy almost then I get bored sometimes I go to the old toys then sometimes i just want new ones. This of course cannot be right. Then there comes the intimate kinda love. The love I long for but, i want it so bad sometimes that i give it up to easily or not enough sometimes. I don't focus in on one thing and try to get it. SO, here I am with this love and I need to channel it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I said I was not gonna run from things anymore I am gonna confront them head on this year here I go...the only thing is i am confronting it but I don't think it will be resolved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5870484887119272932?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5870484887119272932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5870484887119272932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5870484887119272932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5870484887119272932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SjfqCL799cI/AAAAAAAAATE/153XVZBf7LI/s72-c/straightjacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6276323473407684332</id><published>2009-06-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:52:10.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse Awareness Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxTGd2t2OC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxTGd2t2OC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6276323473407684332?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6276323473407684332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6276323473407684332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6276323473407684332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6276323473407684332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/abuse-awareness-week.html' title='Abuse Awareness Week'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6401218435451194732</id><published>2009-06-09T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:43:24.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Si5meyvIehI/AAAAAAAAASc/6c3atWPMbA4/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Si5meyvIehI/AAAAAAAAASc/6c3atWPMbA4/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345322486936926738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate being a lone, I hate being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up an only child and i knew all the kids in the neighborhood. We were not rich and not close but I had toys and lots of them. I was the kid at everyone house who could spend the night and they could spend the night at mine. I was the natural leader through out my school years. I am still yet active in my community remembering I gotta call a state senator today.) You would think because I know like so man people loneliness would not exist in my world but in a crowded room...yeah you know that saying, I can hear them all but not at all, because sometimes I feel like the only....one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an only child you get used to 1, sometimes I think that in growing up and getting used to be 1 can numb you to a feeling that no 1 really wants to experience. Maybe this one will one will not be anymore but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6401218435451194732?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6401218435451194732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6401218435451194732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6401218435451194732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6401218435451194732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Si5meyvIehI/AAAAAAAAASc/6c3atWPMbA4/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-389992039271544393</id><published>2009-06-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:41:36.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sime65s5PxI/AAAAAAAAASU/0I1cjcTbEZ4/s1600-h/Money+stacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sime65s5PxI/AAAAAAAAASU/0I1cjcTbEZ4/s400/Money+stacks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977167610527506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that minorities, especially black people have kept the United States economy where it needs to be. No matter what the economic climate has been, we have continued to eat out, buy cars, buy clothes, and other things that depreciate or do not hold their value. Now that those who controlled the money are having issues keeping money and have their money make money, we are now so in trouble. TO those who are seeing what everyday life doe a large part of the black community no loves I say welcome. The interesting thing is this is the part of the black community who works and still have issues. Their is another part of the community who actually lives in poverty. These people who cannot meet ends or have ends meet. I hope when the economy starts to build that we all do better with our money than we have before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-389992039271544393?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/389992039271544393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=389992039271544393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/389992039271544393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/389992039271544393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-recession.html' title='Our Recession'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sime65s5PxI/AAAAAAAAASU/0I1cjcTbEZ4/s72-c/Money+stacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2915405924321385993</id><published>2009-05-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:52:28.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KARMA, un-forgetful old lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShxWdaumS4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Yj7B157iOwk/s1600-h/Karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShxWdaumS4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Yj7B157iOwk/s400/Karma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340238321545530242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about Karma, What goes around comes around. Now you know i think i can out trick some things in life. Which this train of thought has gotten me in sooooooo much trouble another blog another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after being a not so good but but good person, if that makes sense, i decide i am just gonna do right. Well in that time i did not search for a person to be MINE. I mean i was making up trying to be a good person and what not. Sooooooooooo, now i am in this state of wanting a person to share with , to love on m to be in love with and i am like u know what Karma, that bitch is mean , not only does she get you back but she don't forget!!! UUUUgh i mean damn how many people have went a while with out Karma re-appearing then outta no where BAM! Something you did to someone it happens to you...lol Well I am good now, i will just deal with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2915405924321385993?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2915405924321385993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2915405924321385993' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2915405924321385993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2915405924321385993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma-un-forgetful-old-lady.html' title='KARMA, un-forgetful old lady'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShxWdaumS4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Yj7B157iOwk/s72-c/Karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-4161020358293257264</id><published>2009-05-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:03:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShcvOj-ml3I/AAAAAAAAARU/Q4hFglZewqY/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShcvOj-ml3I/AAAAAAAAARU/Q4hFglZewqY/s400/Brothers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338787810493503346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am in this daring mode for you guys...lol, I am sitting here about to get my hair cut and I am think about the people in my life who I love U mean down to the core. One of them I spoke to today got offended I called so many people lil brother. He says it takes away it being special. In a way I really understand there is no exclusiveness to it it is like the whole damn world can get in. I did how ever explain to him where he is in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes. I am a person who can release a lot of love to a lot of people. Now don't get me wrong everyone will not get to my inside circle but that does not mean that they cannot get inside circle love. I wanted to show him he is still who he is in my life which does hold exclusivity. I am actually writing this so i can even go a step above. SO Aaron brother I love you like no other lil brother I have! To my other lil brothers this does not mean u don't have any less love. Each of you have a place in my heart! Don't ever for get that. I am going to hold off on calling everyone lil brother it should be an earned thing. I need to earn the right to be ur big brother and you need to earn the right of being my lil brother. As you se there is no limit to the love i am willing to give and share. I don't have much but what I have is yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO to you my readers. DO you release you love to others? if not do that. Make the love release your best release!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-4161020358293257264?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/4161020358293257264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=4161020358293257264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4161020358293257264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/4161020358293257264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-release.html' title='A good release'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShcvOj-ml3I/AAAAAAAAARU/Q4hFglZewqY/s72-c/Brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-1603726100701271198</id><published>2009-05-22T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:01:26.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not running anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Shcgn7SinII/AAAAAAAAARM/VgDwhetN97o/s1600-h/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Shcgn7SinII/AAAAAAAAARM/VgDwhetN97o/s400/running.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338771753573457026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we be honest about something? Yes You and I, can we really be honest. Everyone has something if not someone where they run from it. Funny thing is a lot, well not most people will say they are not running from it. Now there are different ways of running from something. Some may choose not to be in same atmosphere as whatever the issue may be how ever there is gonna be a time whhere u have to face what "It" is you running from. Some of the things we need to run away from we don't want to let go. Funny thing is I am only writing this blog because i am thinking about the things I need to stop running from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in order to get something you never had before you got to do something you never did. I dare you to stop running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-1603726100701271198?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/1603726100701271198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=1603726100701271198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1603726100701271198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1603726100701271198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-running-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m not running anymore'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Shcgn7SinII/AAAAAAAAARM/VgDwhetN97o/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3208971954357469523</id><published>2009-05-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:21:06.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You play too much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShSCHf3lI6I/AAAAAAAAARE/NPl2rvjQbxI/s1600-h/board_games1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShSCHf3lI6I/AAAAAAAAARE/NPl2rvjQbxI/s400/board_games1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338034523666195362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out this thing call life is really about playing a game. A game that people who have siblings do better than those of us who were raised as only children. The rules are funny because they seem not to have changed over the generations. Older people have spoke on it at cook outs and other family gatherings and anywhere where brown liquor is available. I think that may just be my family. I have figured out there are games with family, games in love, and games with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person as an only child, I had to make and fight my way up the social ladder. I had to learn some things but I am still, at 32 figuring somethings out. Like Love, or finding love is really a game. The whole thing from meeting someone until the moment of breakup it is a game. For you people with brothers and sisters you learn this game from them.  I cannot help but think maybe this is is why I am single. I don't know how to play this game. What I know is how to be honest and acting on my honesty. The funny thing is in this game that is not enough, I mean that is good and people want that, however people want to play this game! Now, let me say this, I am not losing the game but playing it has made for life to be different and sometimes difficulty. The funny thing is people who play the game and expect other to play think i am playing when I am honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout this game, I don't. I wonder why people still wanna play games , well at least these kinda games. I guess until I make my own game I am gonna play their game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3208971954357469523?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3208971954357469523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3208971954357469523' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3208971954357469523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3208971954357469523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/game.html' title='You play too much...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ShSCHf3lI6I/AAAAAAAAARE/NPl2rvjQbxI/s72-c/board_games1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2025786541923108407</id><published>2009-05-16T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:26:09.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg7M8k__MEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zaNQS8g9nso/s1600-h/Hot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg7M8k__MEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zaNQS8g9nso/s400/Hot-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336427949576892482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny? We don't know the power of touching one another. It is not always about sex. Don't get me wrong, SEX is good and in some cases, depending on who you with sex can be great but, TOUCHING a person can be just as great. You know, I may get some flack on what I am about to say, but I rather be in a relationship where we touch more than we have sex. Now if you know like I know then thats a lot of Touching...lol SOme of yall will get that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when not feeling well I notice that the touch from people I cared about made me feel better. Rather its a mom to child touch, a sibling to sibling touch, or lovers touching, to feel the energy from one you love is the greatest feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to try the power of touch and see what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2025786541923108407?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2025786541923108407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2025786541923108407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2025786541923108407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2025786541923108407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/touch-me.html' title='Touch Me'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg7M8k__MEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zaNQS8g9nso/s72-c/Hot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2850928412576701537</id><published>2009-05-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:47:32.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3_CNo6DqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mCvYabIEe9I/s1600-h/Artistic_Clock_And_Wall_Clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3_CNo6DqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mCvYabIEe9I/s400/Artistic_Clock_And_Wall_Clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336201546989964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish for a moment, any moment,  that your dreams were your reality. Just for a moment. In this moment you would have love and understanding, all from a partner, boyfriend. husband, lover, girlfriend, or wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the search of this moment we sometimes fool ourselves and get lost in hope. We do things. We do things we should not all in search of and for a moment. This moment. That moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have done this thing, this thing we cannot explain nor do we want to talk about and really would like to forget. Something we said we would never do, we did. Knowing that our actions have consequences we did it any way. We wanted to pretend that the moment we wanted was upon us and we wanted to live it. We should have waited and went through the loneliness that we are oh so familiar with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are looking for another moment because wasted that one on something and someone who did not appreciate the moment but the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am learning how to control my self so that I may make the next moment everything it is supposed to be and the moment with the person who will appreciate the moment and more importantly appreciate me in this moment! Wait for your moment and when it comes cherish and I think when we wait this moment will last a life time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2850928412576701537?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2850928412576701537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2850928412576701537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2850928412576701537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2850928412576701537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-for-moment.html' title='Just for a moment'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3_CNo6DqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mCvYabIEe9I/s72-c/Artistic_Clock_And_Wall_Clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6482478079929590254</id><published>2009-05-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:11:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yall can have it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3Mf7lj9uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XxQyWOmBOfE/s1600-h/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3Mf7lj9uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XxQyWOmBOfE/s400/birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336145982447154914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! Like I don't know ANYMORE! Man I am tired of being the one who always speaks first, who does what's right, who tries to be everyone's friend! I mean who wants to be my friend! I wanna do wrong, well no I don't but I don't want to care anymore. I mean, and yes I am venting in this blog. Nall I don't wanna see like a big baby. But, no this I am done promoting myself on you tube ima do what I do and if you watch fine if not then that's cool too. Maybe I am on my male peroiod. I don't know but I am feeling some type of way. I am not going to worry bout others when they are not shoeing me the love back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about to become evil or even less friendly but I am done man this is for the birds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6482478079929590254?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6482478079929590254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6482478079929590254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6482478079929590254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6482478079929590254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/yall-can-have-it.html' title='Yall can have it!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sg3Mf7lj9uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XxQyWOmBOfE/s72-c/birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5226071391509335299</id><published>2009-05-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:15:04.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions: I missed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgmugdMma1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_AjqVqut9PI/s1600-h/bus_stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgmugdMma1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_AjqVqut9PI/s400/bus_stop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334987106213587794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line I missed it! I am talking about how intimate sex is and is supposed to be. I don't know if I missed it because I grew up in a single parent home, where, still sex is not a subect that we talk about, or because I never had a father tell me the ins and outs about it. I don't know how but I effin missed the bus on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this with the thoughts of my past. The mistakes I often made. The decision that changed my life. Now, I want this love feeling and the physical is in limbo. Like I don't mind it. Don't have to have it. Well, that's a lie i want to have the physical as well. I was trying to be deep for a moment, but let me be real about it. I want it in a loving, like in love kinda feel. Not a in love for the moments it is happening kinda of feel but even when we not physically I can make love to this person in my mind when i smile or when I see them with our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old saying goes "If I woulda known then what I know now..." I woulda , shoulda coulda, but now here I am. I am asking now am I worth of love from anyone? I doubt myself and the ability to be a good lover because the lack of love in an intimate way. I think I can,  I hope I can, I am really about to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5226071391509335299?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5226071391509335299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5226071391509335299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5226071391509335299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5226071391509335299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessions-i-missed-it.html' title='Confessions: I missed it'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgmugdMma1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_AjqVqut9PI/s72-c/bus_stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7635114705244873280</id><published>2009-05-08T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:35:34.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgTirR_5j4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7FYpsBSNB8A/s1600-h/COUPLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgTirR_5j4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7FYpsBSNB8A/s400/COUPLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333637091907178370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine meeting the one! I mean the person who makes you smile and warm on the inside! The person who makes you tell your mom about them. The person who makes your friends upset because he has more you than they do! Wouldn't be great to have this person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you knew there was gonna be a but, with a person that GREAT, the only thing is you would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; be able to have sex. For whatever reason be it health or mental Sex cannot happen between you two. Could you and would you? Is sex that important. Now let's play real dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this great man or woman said you could have sex with any one but just not him/her but you would maintain a great relationship. Or, what if he said, "I need to only have sex with this kind of person, you can watch and you can do whoever you like and I watch." Would you and could you? OK yall comment below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7635114705244873280?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7635114705244873280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7635114705244873280' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7635114705244873280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7635114705244873280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-you.html' title='Could You...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SgTirR_5j4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7FYpsBSNB8A/s72-c/COUPLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2859458756262792750</id><published>2009-05-02T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:56:23.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walkingwater tymurren5 isolovelondon nvncyble alonzolerone ran norelle shawnqt elteddy27 miami new york chicago northcarolina detroit atlanta you tube FIVEblackgUys'/><title type='text'>FIVEBblackgUys Celebrate one Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfwUpQPwOXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5MQE4Timu54/s1600-h/fbg_oneyear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfwUpQPwOXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5MQE4Timu54/s400/fbg_oneyear1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331158757868058994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the FIVEblackgUys, celebrating one year on you tube!&lt;br /&gt;Monday:Tymurren5 (New York)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:ISoLoveLondon (Chicago)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:Nvncyble (Atlanta)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:Ran Norelle (Detroit)&lt;br /&gt;Friday:ShawnQt (New Jersey)&lt;br /&gt;Founder and CEO:Elteddy27 (Miami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Monday:WalkingWater (New York)&lt;br /&gt;Original Thursday:Alonzo Lerone (North Carolina)&lt;br /&gt;Original Friday:Elteddy27 (Miami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of men, is the first all black male collaboration channel in history of you tube! Make Sure to go show love to these guys. The will be celebrating all month on you tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/FIVEblackgUys"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/FIVEblackgUys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ge32TlQYYQE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ge32TlQYYQE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2859458756262792750?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2859458756262792750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2859458756262792750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2859458756262792750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2859458756262792750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/05/fivebblackguys-celebrate-one-year.html' title='FIVEBblackgUys Celebrate one Year!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfwUpQPwOXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5MQE4Timu54/s72-c/fbg_oneyear1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7787965554522430452</id><published>2009-04-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:16:02.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfcYr-_ublI/AAAAAAAAAOs/laG5IwJfk5A/s1600-h/Haze+flyer1+Fside-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfcYr-_ublI/AAAAAAAAAOs/laG5IwJfk5A/s400/Haze+flyer1+Fside-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329755827939995218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nouveau Riche Presents: &lt;br /&gt;Haze @Moomia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157 Lafeyette&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music By Peter Ardent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10$ Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Special &amp; Food &amp; Sushi - Served All night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors open @ 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfcctsrYuMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Lca7yLSwTJQ/s1600-h/Haze+flyer1+Bside-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfcctsrYuMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Lca7yLSwTJQ/s400/Haze+flyer1+Bside-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329760255429097666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7787965554522430452?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7787965554522430452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7787965554522430452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7787965554522430452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7787965554522430452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-miss.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SfcYr-_ublI/AAAAAAAAAOs/laG5IwJfk5A/s72-c/Haze+flyer1+Fside-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3931849217909394912</id><published>2009-04-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:09:49.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se9ra9QEbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PoLiT2sa8d0/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se9ra9QEbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PoLiT2sa8d0/s400/calendar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327594995065319058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am thinking, as I normally do, but this time is about love. Not that I am in a relationship but I wanna be in one and I am thinking bout how to make it to the longevity that you here people speak of, the 10 year, 13 year, 15 year, and I dare say 20 year relationships, I want to know how they do it. I know me, I get bored fast. I lose interest. I like new and exciting things all the time. So, What happens when the love is not as intense? What happens When some new thing tempts you and is fun and nice? What happens? How do you handle it? I need to know because I want this love that I hear of I want to be prepared when the love dies. I know that love alone does not maintain relationship. What does and how do u do it? PLEASE,help a brotha out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3931849217909394912?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3931849217909394912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3931849217909394912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3931849217909394912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3931849217909394912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens.html' title='What Happens...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se9ra9QEbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PoLiT2sa8d0/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3744444245431999556</id><published>2009-04-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:27:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son to Mother (A letter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se2tUjc2hvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aRwnn3XuFrM/s1600-h/350_AFRICAN_MOTHER_AND_CHILD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se2tUjc2hvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aRwnn3XuFrM/s400/350_AFRICAN_MOTHER_AND_CHILD.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327104502874408690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Even though I don’t think that my mom will read this, only because I have not told her I am blogging, I am gonna write this to her. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Mom, &lt;br /&gt;It is not quite Mother’s day but thinking of you as I so often do, I woke up this morning wanting to blog about you. You know, you have been the greatest mom ever. I remember being young and seeming like everything I wanted I got. This was of course as a baby and child toys, and oh boy toys galore. Then as I grew into myself and became a teenager it was about clothes. I remember wanting to go to college away from GA. Even tough you wanted you “baby” to be close you released me and I went away! Mom it was there where I realized, you did a great job raising  not only a man but a great PERSON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have gotten older, I know that I have not been everything I can and should be. In these times where I have slacked, went wrong directions, and made wrong choices, YOU have been there. You have been there when I decided not to share my woes and the last minute when I was about to do something to hurt myself, it was you. Mom it was you and has been you next to my Savior Jesus Christ who loves me. You have loved me more than I have loved myself, many time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mom, I know life for you ain’t been no crystal stair, however, you sure made mine Silver and gold! I know in life I ain't to be perfect! However, mom I am striving, now, to be the best God-Fearing, Community minded, people-loving, Human I can! For this, I thank you. For this, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby,&lt;br /&gt;~Morris~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3744444245431999556?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3744444245431999556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3744444245431999556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3744444245431999556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3744444245431999556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/son-to-mother-letter.html' title='Son to Mother (A letter)'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Se2tUjc2hvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aRwnn3XuFrM/s72-c/350_AFRICAN_MOTHER_AND_CHILD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3662948719085873812</id><published>2009-04-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:37:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak up!</title><content type='html'>OMG I cannot believe I am about to do what I am about to do and say what I am about to say. At some point in our lives though, we have to say and stand behind what we believe. I learned this by being an early supporter of Barack Obama! It paid off when I was able to work for his campaign. I am a huge fan of Jermain Dupri's Living the Life videos on You Tube. In the lastest video Johntae spoke on someting watch video below &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr3croMabqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr3croMabqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I made a video response which will come at the end of this blog. The blog is not about that but this blog is about, damn I was bold enough to say this out my mouth as make a response to this video putting myself out there. I don't think I did anything bad by speaking on this but it is a big self in loving myself and who I am inside out not who other think I am. Have you gotten to the point in your life where u speakon things you believe on? If not I hope you get there soon in life. With that said here is my video response below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nP8i_4O5YE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nP8i_4O5YE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3662948719085873812?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3662948719085873812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3662948719085873812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3662948719085873812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3662948719085873812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/speak-up.html' title='Speak up!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-2896901464016669885</id><published>2009-04-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:58:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyaKGSdk37c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyaKGSdk37c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-2896901464016669885?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/2896901464016669885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=2896901464016669885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2896901464016669885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/2896901464016669885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-friend_18.html' title='To my friend!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-788954076944978880</id><published>2009-04-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:44:32.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SeqeFdq5rjI/AAAAAAAAANw/9JCXy2x7RUI/s1600-h/segregation-drinking-fountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SeqeFdq5rjI/AAAAAAAAANw/9JCXy2x7RUI/s400/segregation-drinking-fountain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326243326020136498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a twitt, "@DJQUICKSILVAI love the diversity in Lux Lounge.I think every race known to man is in here all parting together.Dr King would be happy to see this lol" I though to myself. I live in ATL, one of the best cities for African-Americans. I have the opportunity to start and thrive my own business. But, after reading this Twitt I though about me and who I like to party with? WHO I have been partying with. I have to be honest with you. I party with 99%-100% black atmospheres! To be honest with you there is a look I give to "Other" folk who come to our spots, not mad, but a look like oh yall came to party with us instead of yall came to party! I admit my wrong and I look to better myself in time! Now, what about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-788954076944978880?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/788954076944978880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=788954076944978880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/788954076944978880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/788954076944978880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-about-me.html' title='What about me?'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SeqeFdq5rjI/AAAAAAAAANw/9JCXy2x7RUI/s72-c/segregation-drinking-fountain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7686659418346779648</id><published>2009-04-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:13:45.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>I have been uninspired just for a second. I mean, not like mad or sad or something but just  an I don't know kinda feeling. Have you been there before? Not bad not good but just... SO like last week was a great week. I went to New Orleans. I spoke to students who were thinking about making my Alma mater,&lt;a href="http://www.DIllard.edu"&gt; Dillard University&lt;/a&gt;, their choice to matriculate. The second day after being home I attended an event where I was part of the success of a project where I am really given a lot of myself. It was there I saw how alone I was. Not lonely but alone. This was a club full of people, We're talking like at least 300 people in one space and I felt alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sei3stAltkI/AAAAAAAAANo/LzC9YJzlmJA/s1600-h/roller-coaster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sei3stAltkI/AAAAAAAAANo/LzC9YJzlmJA/s400/roller-coaster-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325708537989805634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured it out. I like Roller Coaster and this is what life is like and about! The good thing is the more you ride a roller coaster the easier it is to take the highs and the lows! The best part is at the end it levels out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7686659418346779648?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7686659418346779648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7686659418346779648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7686659418346779648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7686659418346779648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-coaster.html' title='The Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sei3stAltkI/AAAAAAAAANo/LzC9YJzlmJA/s72-c/roller-coaster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7838839503772994444</id><published>2009-04-08T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:34:10.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe is at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sdzfy2YPQaI/AAAAAAAAANg/YzTNVnZhpX4/s1600-h/universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sdzfy2YPQaI/AAAAAAAAANg/YzTNVnZhpX4/s400/universe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374924328714658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you Believe in God or just higher powers, there are things that happen beyond your control! For a while I had a lot of things not going my way. I mean if I started naming them you would wonder, how in the world I really survived. Well when things get to the lowest the only way to go is up. When this starts to happen you know that the Universe is at work. Things you cannot explain, happen for you in a way that all you can say is, the universe is at work. In the last 7 days physically, mentally, spiritually, and relationships with friends and more have made life a new site to behold! TO this I say, The Universe is at Work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7838839503772994444?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7838839503772994444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7838839503772994444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7838839503772994444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7838839503772994444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/universe-is-at-work.html' title='The Universe is at Work'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sdzfy2YPQaI/AAAAAAAAANg/YzTNVnZhpX4/s72-c/universe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8116003068516505990</id><published>2009-04-07T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:29:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mohawk-NoHawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdvTV6FuQ4I/AAAAAAAAANY/t4jxFZkntDQ/s1600-h/256_mohawk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdvTV6FuQ4I/AAAAAAAAANY/t4jxFZkntDQ/s400/256_mohawk1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322079757992346498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Ladies and Gents there are a couple of things we should have left in 2008 moreover I am speaking of the Mohawk, now called, the NO-hawk! When the Mohawk come on the scene yes it was nice and different. Now we have seen them in various ways! The time has come to stop the shenanigans with Mohawks. My lil Brother says it best in this video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kG36jhxsO7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kG36jhxsO7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8116003068516505990?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8116003068516505990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8116003068516505990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8116003068516505990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8116003068516505990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/mohawk-nohawk.html' title='mohawk-NoHawk'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdvTV6FuQ4I/AAAAAAAAANY/t4jxFZkntDQ/s72-c/256_mohawk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3195069346620244136</id><published>2009-04-04T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:54:13.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdgfUbiZGXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PbBCeJ5wYsU/s1600-h/MilkyWayRoad_landolfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdgfUbiZGXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PbBCeJ5wYsU/s400/MilkyWayRoad_landolfi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321037395588094322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhAt A SAtuRday! I gOt sO Many things dOne todAy. I AM leARning hOw tO hustle My hustle. But, Let's get dOwn tO whAt hAs Me On clOud nine Right nOw. I AM abOut tO stARt A JOuRney but this jOuRney I AM abOut tO tAke ,I AM not tAking it alOne. I will have the pleAsuRe Of tAking this JOuRney with sOMeOne whO wAnts tO gO down a rOAd like this  with, Of All peOple, Me. NOw, CAn I be ReAlly hOnest with yOu gUys. I AM scARed tO tAke this jOuRney And I AM excited At the sAMe tiMe. We ARe gOing tO let the sunlight leAd us, thus tAking it dAy by dAy! TO be kindA cORny we nOt driving but wAlking tO enjOy the eleMents Of the planet And suRvive theM tOgetheR. Let's see hOw this thing gOes! HAppy TRAils!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3195069346620244136?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3195069346620244136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3195069346620244136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3195069346620244136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3195069346620244136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-journey.html' title='New Journey'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdgfUbiZGXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PbBCeJ5wYsU/s72-c/MilkyWayRoad_landolfi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-5989094474593666361</id><published>2009-04-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:27:58.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil bit too hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdZVGx60YXI/AAAAAAAAANI/bFMN2AorxZc/s1600-h/362733~Boxing-Gloves-Hanging-on-the-Wall-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdZVGx60YXI/AAAAAAAAANI/bFMN2AorxZc/s400/362733~Boxing-Gloves-Hanging-on-the-Wall-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320533584752435570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know it ain't me only who notices this. But, I started to notice something after a couple of years of going out to the club. When it gets warm, people go crazy. I remember thinking hmm, its a fight in the club. Same thing happened the next year when it became warm. So, I begin to question folk. I would ask, "Have yall noticed that in the spring and summer, folk get crazy and fight?" This is where u might get a chuckle, I asked people who got in the fights if they noticed that the warm weather makes people go off their rockers. Of course they had to agree with me. I want you to think about it, do you notice that folk get crazy when it gets warm? If you don't notice people go crazy when it gets warm, go ahead and give people heads up, "Hey, I am crazy and the warmer it gets the worse I am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-5989094474593666361?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/5989094474593666361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=5989094474593666361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5989094474593666361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/5989094474593666361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/lil-bit-too-hot.html' title='A lil bit too hot...'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdZVGx60YXI/AAAAAAAAANI/bFMN2AorxZc/s72-c/362733~Boxing-Gloves-Hanging-on-the-Wall-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-225381425818638846</id><published>2009-04-02T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:48:53.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling some type of way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdTd7YeoHqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xjDIduiOJeo/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdTd7YeoHqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xjDIduiOJeo/s400/brokenheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320121072084328098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You know day after day hearing people say I want some one honest and real, you begin to recognize the melody form on the faces when it is about to be said. Well, here we go, I was in a position where I was one of the persons in this situation. It does not matter which one, but for sake of the story let's say I received some news of the person I was interested had what's called a deal breaker. SO you may be asking what is a deal breaker? Let's use this situation. In the premise of getting to no someone you have that honesty thing people want to do. However, you have rules and preferences as you should for a relationship. Relationship should make you happy, complete you , and all that mushy stuff, as well as some of the physical stuff. If one of these requirements is not met, will it be something you can live with? If you cannot live with this as a relationship this is what I call a deal breaker. SO, Again remember for this story I am the person getting told some information. Well, with the news I have just heard I have never talked to anyone who has been so honest and just put it all out. Now as the mature, grown, and sexy man I am, I had to lighten up the mood real quick. But back to the real world as the person giving me the news that is about to change our lives, he has already prepared himself for the worse. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*This is where it gets sticky*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdTeSvOsVHI/AAAAAAAAANA/5oKChz1YvaU/s1600-h/brokeheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdTeSvOsVHI/AAAAAAAAANA/5oKChz1YvaU/s400/brokeheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320121473328501874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the news and I think... I can handle this. There will have to be some adjustments but, hey I can, I think! Hmmm did you see the "I think" part! Now the thought comes in my mind wow this person was really honest (mad props for that), This person has given me an opportunity with no pressure to change my mind(how noble of them) let's be honest though, I want to try and date this person but there are restrictions and adjustments. I say I can deal with but in time will I still feel this way. What about when I am feeling some kind of way and I can't enjoy this person as my lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are at the intersection well we can keep straight and continue or I make a left or right and keep it moving! Now in real life i know a turn will be made i just want a keep straight then a u-turn only to turn at the intersection. Keep this in mind for yall who are dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-225381425818638846?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/225381425818638846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=225381425818638846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/225381425818638846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/225381425818638846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-some-type-of-way.html' title='Feeling some type of way'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdTd7YeoHqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xjDIduiOJeo/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-8208151318331751840</id><published>2009-03-31T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:25:31.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdJfi9KHTxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/STWNBWJTJ9I/s1600-h/flickr-words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdJfi9KHTxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/STWNBWJTJ9I/s400/flickr-words.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319419164015152914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a child, looking at some things in life through the eyes of a child and I would Say, in my know-it all voice, "When I get older I am gonna do this," and in my childish judgemental voice "I would never do that." Now, if you ask me what That was I could not tell you. However, Now i look at life and I am like damn i sure will, I sure have, and I damn sure will again. I see why they say "Don't knock it until you try it." Ima add to it try it more than once just to make sure. Aiight yall just a short blog to make u think about back when and why now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-8208151318331751840?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/8208151318331751840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=8208151318331751840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8208151318331751840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/8208151318331751840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-said.html' title='Things I said'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/SdJfi9KHTxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/STWNBWJTJ9I/s72-c/flickr-words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-3237256379264184503</id><published>2009-03-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:10:31.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party people sraight gay lame fun good times club music dancing'/><title type='text'>Lames? Really?</title><content type='html'>While talking to a DJ he made a comment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b6f659820865d00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b6f659820865d00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331189530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7100D17166231AEAAD9F2287FF664867BC30AB2A.A3D90781CB3322A8371DA8F9DA016ADB5BB6842%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b6f659820865d00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWttepA9A8zrAzLFWVVvUFDmnMf4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b6f659820865d00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331189530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7100D17166231AEAAD9F2287FF664867BC30AB2A.A3D90781CB3322A8371DA8F9DA016ADB5BB6842%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b6f659820865d00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWttepA9A8zrAzLFWVVvUFDmnMf4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-3237256379264184503?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b6f659820865d00&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/3237256379264184503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=3237256379264184503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3237256379264184503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/3237256379264184503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/lames-really.html' title='Lames? Really?'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-292009480804360843</id><published>2009-03-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:15:59.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices and Consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc3MswkHirI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6mvSY9zvIZc/s1600-h/MichaelVick6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc3MswkHirI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6mvSY9zvIZc/s400/MichaelVick6a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131804317125298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black man please, we need you! Make better choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc3MEWxhpKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B-2cYNFGGtY/s1600-h/ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc3MEWxhpKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B-2cYNFGGtY/s400/ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131110199272610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-292009480804360843?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/292009480804360843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=292009480804360843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/292009480804360843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/292009480804360843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/choices-and-consequences.html' title='Choices and Consequences'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc3MswkHirI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6mvSY9zvIZc/s72-c/MichaelVick6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6891000953582051237</id><published>2009-03-27T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:38:42.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc0OM97JaXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZYqtHXMEQtY/s1600-h/16_31_27---Raindrops_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc0OM97JaXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZYqtHXMEQtY/s400/16_31_27---Raindrops_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317922350938286450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this smell, it makes me happy and all warm on the inside. Though I know what comes before and after the smell, it still takes me to a special place. You know, I don't remember the first time I recognized the smell but the utopia from it made me know that GOD is always with me. My mom calls it "liquid sunshine." With a name like that I can't get mad at it. So, on this rainy day here in Atlanta, The smell of rain makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6891000953582051237?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6891000953582051237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6891000953582051237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6891000953582051237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6891000953582051237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/smell-of-rain.html' title='The smell of rain'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sc0OM97JaXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZYqtHXMEQtY/s72-c/16_31_27---Raindrops_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-6308577187435464241</id><published>2009-03-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:39:16.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind door number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scv1ji871AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8vnLYFu4KkI/s1600-h/hand-holding-ayesha-lakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scv1ji871AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8vnLYFu4KkI/s200/hand-holding-ayesha-lakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317613776067613698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you and you co worker female walk out of work together and head towards your means of transportation. You invite her to hang out with you and your better half. She then responds that she has a better half inquired if they would be  welcome to participate in the outing. You are more than elated to have a couple to hang out with you and your guy. By the way you are a female in this story. You guys decided that bowling would be the hang out for the night. When she walks in you see her and you see another really pretty female, almost model like. After about 15 minutes of bowling you ask your co-worker where is her better half and she says you met her, In you mind you go,  in the most soprano voice you have, you say to yourself, "her?" To not get caught off like a complete idiot you say Ooooooh ok. She ask you do you feel comfortable being around, or should they leave, now in your mind you know and you quickly say Gurl (in your good ghetto voice,) please I don't trip neither does my Fiance. In your mind you have one million thoughts from, Damn, how did I miss this? What is my fiance gonna say? Then you think do I will not tell him now, but you know he is gonna ask about who he thinks is a boyfriend coming. The your mind goes to how do I do damage control. Now, while all this is racing in your head, your co worker and girlfriend leave and even said goodbye to you. You were in such deep thought you missed it. You notice when you check emails at home later that evening you have an email from her but marked personal. Your co-worker thanks you for inviting her to hang out. In addition she writes I know what's behind my door number one is not what you expected and if it hinders a friendship that is fine. However,if not, the opportunity to hang out again would be welcomed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done this to some one, has it been done to you? Just a thought for you to think on as this weekend approaches. The end of the story goes like this, our main character ask her co worker ask her why she called it door number one. She responded because when she opens her door to her home everything she wants and needs to survive is behind it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-6308577187435464241?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/6308577187435464241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=6308577187435464241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6308577187435464241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/6308577187435464241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/behind-door-number-one.html' title='Behind door number one'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scv1ji871AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8vnLYFu4KkI/s72-c/hand-holding-ayesha-lakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-771451664282912909</id><published>2009-03-25T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:00:15.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen of Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inauguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auntie Re-Re'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America the beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aretha Franklin'/><title type='text'>Aretha Franklin, Auntie Re-Re, The Queen of Soul, or the Lady with the hat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scoag8dtloI/AAAAAAAAALA/P9vnTGhHBng/s1600-h/Aretha_Franklin_intro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scoag8dtloI/AAAAAAAAALA/P9vnTGhHBng/s200/Aretha_Franklin_intro.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317091463353177730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrate Aretha Franklin's 67th Birthday. This original diva needs no explanation or grand pomp and circumstance. I mean from the President to your local church everyone knows her. I would tell you some historical stuff but all I will do is get it off Wikipedia. Auntie Re-Re Happy Birfday We celebrate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-771451664282912909?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/771451664282912909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=771451664282912909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/771451664282912909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/771451664282912909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/aretha-franklin-auntie-re-re-queen-of.html' title='Aretha Franklin, Auntie Re-Re, The Queen of Soul, or the Lady with the hat!'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scoag8dtloI/AAAAAAAAALA/P9vnTGhHBng/s72-c/Aretha_Franklin_intro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-978660673919035170</id><published>2009-03-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:27:32.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money bailout bail out barack obama financial history AIG'/><title type='text'>In God we trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScmcBuXqkoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EbrDzn2RLVA/s1600-h/dollarbill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScmcBuXqkoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EbrDzn2RLVA/s400/dollarbill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316952388528673410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have seen that on the dollar bill. I wanna go two places with this entry. I remember some times ago congress was thinking about Taking the phrase off of our currency. My first thought on it was and still is if it ain't broke don't fix it. Another reason I did not see a reason is for its history. When I see that phrase it shows me that who ever designed the dollar and put that on there showed to me, that this dollar may not be all they wanted it to be. With that thought IN GOD they placed their trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in times like these, In God, we trust, that we can get more dollars or just some dollars. We also trust God for the dollar to gain strength in the world currency. At this time of so many people stressing about the dollar and their shortness of it, I think the best advice come off of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN GOD WE TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-978660673919035170?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/978660673919035170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=978660673919035170' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/978660673919035170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/978660673919035170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God we trust'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScmcBuXqkoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EbrDzn2RLVA/s72-c/dollarbill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-1036973619509061212</id><published>2009-03-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:50:05.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama Job evaluation opinion rush limbaugh'/><title type='text'>Job Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScehBCtljLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sTg-_4XrKEQ/s1600-h/barack-obama-bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScehBCtljLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sTg-_4XrKEQ/s200/barack-obama-bw.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316394924414176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems either people like or hate our 44th President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more that like him, but those who don't are extremely vocal. (See Idiot below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScegqEPa_lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a-1UN1IZP6g/s1600-h/rush-limbaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScegqEPa_lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a-1UN1IZP6g/s200/rush-limbaugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316394529687535186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an opinion is everyone's right. However, there has not been a complete 100 days which means certainly not even a 6 month mark. Now correct me if I am wrong, on a job doesn't your supervisor gives you 120 days before your first evaluation on the job. Yes I am a Obama fan and supporter. Nonetheless, I am a person who has a right mind (as the old folk in my church say,) the harshness they are dishing of my President is quite unfair in my opinion. This man is trying to correct current issues and problems instead of not doing anything. This is where I give a special shout-out to Greorge W. Bush. Thanks for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sceg1T-N0KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KcumNIymHUA/s1600-h/george-w-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Sceg1T-N0KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KcumNIymHUA/s200/george-w-bush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316394722888896674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a discussion, meaning I want your feelings on this. How do you feel President Obama is doing? Do you think he is being put under too much pressure or is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-1036973619509061212?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/1036973619509061212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=1036973619509061212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1036973619509061212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/1036973619509061212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-evaluation.html' title='Job Evaluation'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/ScehBCtljLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/sTg-_4XrKEQ/s72-c/barack-obama-bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120386477514170775.post-7957995169934765283</id><published>2009-03-23T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:57:27.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nvncyble blog morris life men man 30 thirty'/><title type='text'>A New Start in a New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scd6EI3JdKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JWaB8XYgFE0/s1600-h/bowtie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scd6EI3JdKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JWaB8XYgFE0/s400/bowtie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316352096651015330" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have tried this blogging thing before, and as much as I like to express myself you would think that this would be no problem. Well, I am going to start off once a week. I am going to give this thing a try one mo gin. Will you bear with me as I find my voice in the blog world? I don't know how to go about making my blog popular. Well I mean word of mouth and you tube (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/nvncyble"&gt;http:/www.youtube.com/nvncyble&lt;/a&gt;) I guess that is my start. This blog is not an entertainment blog, not a church boy blog, not a men's blog. Since I told you what it was not, I guess I should tell you what it is. Everyday life the thoughts funny, sad, complex, and anything else I feel will be expressed. A few things I want you know and participate with me in are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.be-entertainedmag.com"&gt;www.be-entertainedmag.com&lt;/a&gt; the magazine I write for, go subscribe please, besides it's free! In a recession ain't it nice to get something for free and it is quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw my personal page link to my you tube above. I am also a member of the first all black and male collab channel on you tube it is called  FiveblackgUys &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/Fiveblackguys"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/FiveblackgUys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On myspace I am nvncyble &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nvncyble"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/nvncyble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Twitter I am...wait for it.....wait for it....wait for it.... NVNCYBLE...lol &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nvncyble"&gt;http://twitter.com/nvncyble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you guys have stalking privileges...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog and Please give me ideas on topics that we can all discuss. Feel free to leave comments and Let's Talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I am out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120386477514170775-7957995169934765283?l=thenvncybleone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/feeds/7957995169934765283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=120386477514170775&amp;postID=7957995169934765283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7957995169934765283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120386477514170775/posts/default/7957995169934765283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenvncybleone.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-start-in-new-world.html' title='A New Start in a New World'/><author><name>Nvncyble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11426076739462612922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPr5RQx_nhU/Tb5jBccvD_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6wnHwUzh-H0/s220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B20.27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRo08CeVJrc/Scd6EI3JdKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JWaB8XYgFE0/s72-c/bowtie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
