<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939</id><updated>2012-01-12T17:08:02.303-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Wow'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Rev. Dr.'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='Family'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='oops'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='sexiest man'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='sexiest woman'/><category term='ATL'/><category term='job'/><category term='30 day post challenge'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Mr Eager'/><category term='fresh starts'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='ex-husband'/><category term='give-away'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='love'/><category term='Photo Dude'/><category term='Ask Tee'/><category term='sexiest man and woman'/><category term='QOTD'/><title type='text'>The Diva's Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Living Life In all Its Splendor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>504</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7069293831242505737</id><published>2011-11-25T12:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:51:57.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest man and woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest woman'/><title type='text'>Diva's 2011 Sexiest Women Alive</title><content type='html'>Hello ladies and gentlemen. It is that time of year again. Time to release my fifth annual sexiest women alive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to add your comments to the post as usual. If you want to catch up on past lists then &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/search/label/sexiest%20woman"&gt;check this link out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out further ado, here are 2011's sexiest women alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjKFcSir25s/Ts_Qokg1_fI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UdF-pBinTCY/s1600/ashley-greene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678987050552262130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjKFcSir25s/Ts_Qokg1_fI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UdF-pBinTCY/s320/ashley-greene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Saldana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm8cnNLegMI/Ts_Q_cRZiJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ies5opFfszk/s1600/Zoe_Saldana-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678987443476990098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm8cnNLegMI/Ts_Q_cRZiJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Ies5opFfszk/s320/Zoe_Saldana-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milla Jovovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr87EF79Xl4/Ts_RdeQy7SI/AAAAAAAAAlM/EbilUvC7tfI/s1600/milla-jovovich-31-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678987959407406370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lr87EF79Xl4/Ts_RdeQy7SI/AAAAAAAAAlM/EbilUvC7tfI/s320/milla-jovovich-31-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVyg0upTO-s/Ts_Ry42wdpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zQuVWj459EE/s1600/jessica%2Bsimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678988327323203218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVyg0upTO-s/Ts_Ry42wdpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zQuVWj459EE/s320/jessica%2Bsimpson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H7JdXytxMA/Ts_STmiLZDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WCQnc8ypjsA/s1600/Olivia-Wilde-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678988889340732466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6H7JdXytxMA/Ts_STmiLZDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WCQnc8ypjsA/s320/Olivia-Wilde-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDIzkyrbfh0/Ts_SqyYKLNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/RfoOPgl6DZE/s1600/nikki%2Breed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678989287656926418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDIzkyrbfh0/Ts_SqyYKLNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/RfoOPgl6DZE/s320/nikki%2Breed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlise Theron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4iPWgQPOmI/Ts_TBw0AGCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p6ix8f0w1sc/s1600/Charlize-Theron-1600x1200-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678989682373826594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4iPWgQPOmI/Ts_TBw0AGCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p6ix8f0w1sc/s320/Charlize-Theron-1600x1200-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne Hough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWWZukeXEy4/Ts_TfshNRmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MRArYageh4g/s1600/julianne-hough-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990196617332322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWWZukeXEy4/Ts_TfshNRmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MRArYageh4g/s320/julianne-hough-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Vergara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thI6zfk0vdo/Ts_UMVsIMsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6uye1A5gwm4/s1600/sophia%2Bvergara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990963583234754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thI6zfk0vdo/Ts_UMVsIMsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6uye1A5gwm4/s320/sophia%2Bvergara.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the Sexiest Woman of 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUGdO3yrro/Ts_VZ2620iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/kGZwNmNQIM8/s1600/jennifer-lopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678992295353307682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUGdO3yrro/Ts_VZ2620iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/kGZwNmNQIM8/s320/jennifer-lopez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed reading this list as much as i did writing it for you. Please leave comments below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7069293831242505737?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7069293831242505737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7069293831242505737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7069293831242505737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7069293831242505737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/11/divas-2011-sexiest-women-alive.html' title='Diva&apos;s 2011 Sexiest Women Alive'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjKFcSir25s/Ts_Qokg1_fI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UdF-pBinTCY/s72-c/ashley-greene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-8160589481219127692</id><published>2011-11-18T09:20:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:28:36.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest man and woman'/><title type='text'>Diva's 2011 Sexiest Men Alive</title><content type='html'>Hello ladies and gentlemen. It is that time of year again. Time to release my fifth annual sexiest men alive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to add your comments to the post as usual. If you want to catch up on past lists then &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/search/label/sexiest%20man"&gt;check this link out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out further ado, here are 2010 sexiest men alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRCtqybRwKw/TsZwal_pNqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SMajAlQ18j0/s1600/bruno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676347982525052578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRCtqybRwKw/TsZwal_pNqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SMajAlQ18j0/s320/bruno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icZWaojpIzY/TsZwvvZrPhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/C99DKkXnTuQ/s1600/Gerard_Butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676348345827409426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icZWaojpIzY/TsZwvvZrPhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/C99DKkXnTuQ/s320/Gerard_Butler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Noth aka Mr. Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rsIstcipHc/TsZxNLoNNAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AkuAuL_z_JM/s1600/Chris%2BNoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676348851620754434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rsIstcipHc/TsZxNLoNNAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AkuAuL_z_JM/s320/Chris%2BNoth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAu6fm2sUa0/TsZxlSFikTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KnaJQrDaKz8/s1600/duhamel-yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676349265671262514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAu6fm2sUa0/TsZxlSFikTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KnaJQrDaKz8/s320/duhamel-yeah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben affleck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjQKXurCTls/TsZx6t5DRXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HO2xNYSmpS4/s1600/Ben-Affleck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676349633912325490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjQKXurCTls/TsZx6t5DRXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HO2xNYSmpS4/s320/Ben-Affleck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Hough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrcHIrMZj0A/TsZyU9iNdjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bYFBBPiauho/s1600/derek%2Bhough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676350084788090418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrcHIrMZj0A/TsZyU9iNdjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bYFBBPiauho/s320/derek%2Bhough.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OW5O12FZlU/TsZ25ZkvpFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/haUnCbUTBbo/s1600/ryan_gosling_5rjXf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676355108836713554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OW5O12FZlU/TsZ25ZkvpFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/haUnCbUTBbo/s320/ryan_gosling_5rjXf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPFa8tz9P0/TsZ3-m-3AYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rkUoKSHJM4I/s1600/Ashton%2Bkutcher%252C%2Bactor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676356297846882690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPFa8tz9P0/TsZ3-m-3AYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rkUoKSHJM4I/s320/Ashton%2Bkutcher%252C%2Bactor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prpxjBFMEZg/TsZ4bo6Y6OI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8tAzNaZ82g8/s1600/ryan-reynolds-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676356796581210338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prpxjBFMEZg/TsZ4bo6Y6OI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8tAzNaZ82g8/s320/ryan-reynolds-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and the the sexiest man alive is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6aIF17haZU/TsZ5KIloPtI/AAAAAAAAAko/TxoKWYiE-FE/s1600/taylor%2Blautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676357595358052050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6aIF17haZU/TsZ5KIloPtI/AAAAAAAAAko/TxoKWYiE-FE/s320/taylor%2Blautner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, the sexiest men of 2011!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-8160589481219127692?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/8160589481219127692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=8160589481219127692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8160589481219127692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8160589481219127692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/11/divas-2011-sexiest-men-alive.html' title='Diva&apos;s 2011 Sexiest Men Alive'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRCtqybRwKw/TsZwal_pNqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SMajAlQ18j0/s72-c/bruno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-848265368421689205</id><published>2011-11-09T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:03:46.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Talk To Your Kid</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloghearts. I hope all is well. I just got off of the telephone with one of my closest friends. I'll call her Hyper. Hyper and I have been friends for more the 30 years. I love her, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper has a 4 year old son. Every time she and I speak on the phone she has to put the little guy on the phone. I hate when she does that. She'll put him on the phone and you can hear her in the background, "Say hi. Say hi to Aunt Diva." Silence. He just totally sits there holding the phone saying absolutely nothing. It's very awkward and annoying. I find myself yelling into the receiver, "Hey honey. How are you? Hey honey. You there?" I don't call there to talk to her son and try to get him to speak. I can feel brain cells dying every mili-second that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, I love kids, I really do. I want to just squeeze them every time I am around them but I really don't want to talk to them on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like putting their kids on the phone? Better yet, why do people think that I want to talk to the little buggers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diva loves the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-848265368421689205?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/848265368421689205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=848265368421689205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/848265368421689205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/848265368421689205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/11/i-dont-want-to-talk-to-your-kid.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Talk To Your Kid'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1860833595898063838</id><published>2011-11-03T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:53:12.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ask Tee'/><title type='text'>Ask Tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloghearts&lt;/span&gt;, it's been forever since I've done one of these Ask Tee's and thought it was about time I get back on board. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Tee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an issue I need advice on and I can't ask anyone I know. I met this guy two months ago that I like. He's a gentleman, kind and generous. He's treats me like a queen. The problem is there is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zuh&lt;/span&gt;. You know, that chemical explosion you feel when you meet someone and all you want to do is rip their clothes off. Well, the problem is I just met this guy a couple of days ago and he is handsome sexy but he is the exact thing I need to run from. He's been in prison three times, he is a serious reformed bad boy. He's turned his life around. He's not as gentlemanly as the first guy but there is a serious chemical reaction going on. I know for sure the second guy would end like all the others I've felt this way about in the past....no where! All I really want to do is sex this guy up and leave him alone but I'm not sure if I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee, the first guy and I aren't a committed couple but he is husband material. the second guy could be nothing more then a play toy. Should I risk what I could build with the first guy for a fling with the second guy? I really want to do this second guy. what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Tortured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tortured,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction is to tell you to go ahead and get your freak on!!!! But, common sense &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prevails&lt;/span&gt; and I have to give you a proper answer. If you want a relationship with this first guy I would suggest you leave the second guy alone. I know the thrill of a hot fling is alluring but the first guy sounds like a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try spicing up your relationship with the first guy. maybe you could ignite that torch you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have a situation that you need help sorting out just send Tee and email to asktee@hotmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1860833595898063838?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1860833595898063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1860833595898063838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1860833595898063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1860833595898063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/11/ask-tee.html' title='Ask Tee'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3644866427231619634</id><published>2011-10-31T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:12:00.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>It's Halloween People!</title><content type='html'>Today is Halloween. I never dress up for Halloween. I haven't since I was a little kid. Never once in my adult life. Can you believe that I have never been invited to a Halloween costume party in my adult life...ever?! I know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy that I recently started dating invited me to a party on Saturday and requirements were that we dress up. What to do, what to do? Well I decided to go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt; store and see what they had in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea there were so many wonderful, cool choices. I actually WANT to dress up next year and that's saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cute pirate costume so I was a pirate for Halloween. Here is a picture below of the costume from the stores website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeqrnUAaSFQ/Tql2JXtXIOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-peycmAMAhI/s1600/pirate%2Bcostume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668191509377655010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeqrnUAaSFQ/Tql2JXtXIOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-peycmAMAhI/s320/pirate%2Bcostume.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3644866427231619634?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3644866427231619634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3644866427231619634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3644866427231619634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3644866427231619634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/10/its-halloween-people.html' title='It&apos;s Halloween People!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeqrnUAaSFQ/Tql2JXtXIOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-peycmAMAhI/s72-c/pirate%2Bcostume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-9220720834970448798</id><published>2011-10-27T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:18:29.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Back on the Dating Scene in the ATL!</title><content type='html'>Wow, life has been so crazy that I can not believe it's been a month since I last posted. I am going to do much better, I promise. Right now I'm going to give you guys a little update on what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am fully immersed in my new life in Atlanta I thought it was time to begin dating again. So I've been on a few dates. Here's a little recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one gentleman and he seemed really nice. I wasn't completely sold on him but I was willing to give him a go so we went on a couple of dates and they were nice. Of course he took things way too far and seriously tried to sleep with me. I'm like "Dude, this is only our second date. Back off." Geesh. Anyway, after I escaped from his clutches with my virtue in tact I went home. We spoke on the phone a few times after that date which was fine then all of a sudden he breaks down and tells me that he and his ex girlfriend have decided to give it another go. Really? I didn't really care because we were just getting to know each other but dude, you were trying to sleep with me. What if I had decided to give in and have sex with you and then you give me that "I'm going back to my ex" phone call? Not cool at all. Get your relationships in order BEFORE you try to sex a woman up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next guy, we too went on a few dates. Things were OK although I know that we weren't going to progress any further. He was cool but definitely not the one. Anyway, a few days after our last date I noticed he hadn't called. I was actually relieved that I didn't have to have that awkward "It's not you, it's me" conversation but alas, he called. He felt compelled to confess that he was actually living with a woman and he couldn't leave her at this time because she was going through things and it wouldn't be right to leave her. Then why the hell are you in MY face then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, don't bring your crap to my front door. I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-9220720834970448798?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/9220720834970448798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=9220720834970448798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9220720834970448798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9220720834970448798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/10/back-on-dating-scene-in-atl.html' title='Back on the Dating Scene in the ATL!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3883004286254523943</id><published>2011-09-26T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:13:09.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not You, It's Me!</title><content type='html'>I was watching a TV show today and one character was conflicted on the proper way to break up with his girlfriend. When they first were together he broke up with her on her voicemail. They got back together and he wanted to break up with her again but didn't want to do it again over voicemail because that would just be wrong and that got me to thinking, what is the best way to break up with someone? This characters friends were trying to convince him that doing the deed in person was the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to thinking over past breakups I had and how they were handled and I realized I never had the "break up conversation". Ever. The way my relationships ended were either because we argued and just never called each other or we just decided to not return calls and it just stopped being. I get bored with you, no call back to you. You tick me off, no phone calls back to you, don't hold the door open for me, no phone calls back to you. Done! After a couple of weeks of no phone calls the message is quite clear at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, does anyone really have that breakup conversation or do you wuss out like me and just stop calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3883004286254523943?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3883004286254523943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3883004286254523943' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3883004286254523943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3883004286254523943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/09/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Not You, It&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-149646314964781977</id><published>2011-09-18T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:57:27.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk a Mile in My Shoes</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if you know this about me but I LOVE shoes. I usually never order shoes over the internet because it's hard for me to find shoes that feel comfortable so I have to always try them on before purchasing but I was perusing the internet and couldn't help myself so I thought I would share with you my finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was poking around on justfab.com and found a pair I just could not pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KshczbmSCw/TnYFj0f1n6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zRinV9J2ico/s1600/SANY0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653712495155978146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KshczbmSCw/TnYFj0f1n6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zRinV9J2ico/s320/SANY0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those heels are crazy high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I was perusing shoedazzle.com and found these gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CV3NP7WBXgA/TnYGKGwzELI/AAAAAAAAAio/HeUzKJ77v-0/s1600/SANY0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653713152893980850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CV3NP7WBXgA/TnYGKGwzELI/AAAAAAAAAio/HeUzKJ77v-0/s320/SANY0278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are like walking on stilts. I'm going to probably break my neck on these babies but dammit I'm gonna look good on the gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-149646314964781977?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/149646314964781977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=149646314964781977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/149646314964781977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/149646314964781977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/09/walk-mile-in-my-shoes.html' title='Walk a Mile in My Shoes'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KshczbmSCw/TnYFj0f1n6I/AAAAAAAAAig/zRinV9J2ico/s72-c/SANY0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5883747488687759220</id><published>2011-09-15T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:25:45.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Let's Have The Talk</title><content type='html'>How many of you watch The Talk? I've been a faithful viewer since the very beginning. I love this show. I much preferred it over The View because the first ladies of the morning are usually a little too political for me but the ladies of The Talk have always been funny, fun, and relatable, largely due to the dynamic of the ladies and their chemistry. I have to say, Holly Robinson Peete and Leah Remini are hilarious and were clearly my stand out favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard they were not asked back for the second season I was completely upset and waged a Twitter war with CBS. For some reason they didn't listen to me and change their ways. Go figure. Anyway, I knew from the core of my being that this was a huge mistake. I was not the only one to feel this way. I follow Leah and Holly on Twitter and they retwitted many, many tweets of support and vows of no longer watching the show. Well they decided to add Molly Shannon and Sheryl Underwood. Really? They think Sheryl and Molly are a better fit then Leah and Holly. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show has become very uncomfortable for me to watch now. I'm not liking this change. CBS you should have listened to me and brought Leah and Holly back. Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Julie Chen got all diva and didn't get along with Holly and Leah. She may have been threatened by their popularity, I don't know. Well, because of who Julie is married too the edict was handed down and Holly and Leah were unceremoniously given the boot. Talk about job security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too sure of these allegations until I watched the show dedicated to 9/11. The ladies were all sitting around the table giving their take on their 9/11 experience but when it came to Julie, she had a whole black and white vinyet taped with music and the whole nine yards. I remember looking at the show waiting for the other ladies to get their chance in the spotlight and tell their tale but it never came. Just Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, there just might be something to this whole allegation of Julie being a controlling diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that she took over when the whole idea was Sarah Gilbert's. She's the executive producer for goodness sakes but it's become the Julie Chen and the Ladies show. I might just have to stop watching myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5883747488687759220?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5883747488687759220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5883747488687759220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5883747488687759220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5883747488687759220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/09/lets-have-talk.html' title='Let&apos;s Have The Talk'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5136941619776009935</id><published>2011-09-01T08:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:08:50.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all. This is Labor Day weekend which means only one thing....the summer is coming to a close. Usually I dread this time of year because I love my spring and summer months but actually, this year I am ambivalent about it. I guess because this year I will be in the south for the first time and won't have to deal with all the freezing temps and 4 feet of snow I'm used to. Yes it gets cold here in GA but nothing like what the north receives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to all of my peeps in MD recently to make sure everyone is OK. The north east has had some really crazy things happen recently. First an earthquake then a hurricane right after. Yowzers. We got nothing here. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back the the whole Labor Day thing, who's having a bbq? I need some free food and a bbq to crash so fess up. I promise to bring my wonderful whit and charm. You can leave your address in the comments, its safe here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5136941619776009935?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5136941619776009935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5136941619776009935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5136941619776009935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5136941619776009935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/09/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1240876645217664465</id><published>2011-08-29T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:11:12.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Apartment</title><content type='html'>Whew! Hello my bloghearts. It's time for a post. I swear I really will get better about posting regularly. I promise. Anyway, another year has gone by, meaning my birthday was Friday. It went by uneventfully. I moved last week so I was consumed with moving and getting settled. The move went well except the movers scratched a few items which pissed me off but they broke a wheel off of my coffee table. I am currently in the process of ordering another set of wheels and it is really pissing me off but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new area. It's very busy here but I like that. I am surrounded by restaurants! OMG! For a foodie like me I see nothing but trouble in my future. I was sitting on my living room sofa and started feigning for some cheesecake so I went to Cheesecake Factory and bought a Red Velvet Cake cheesecake and brought it home. OMG! That was the best cheesecake I have ever had in my life!! It took my three days to eat the damn thing because it is such a large piece. YUM! Yeah, I foresee alot of trouble in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have made some decisions and set some new goals regarding my life and its direction and can I tell you that I am so very excited about the new direction I am going in. It's too early to disclose my plans and goals just yet but trust me when it's time I will fill you all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my new living area, I am near a super Target. What's really great about this super Target is that they sell Martin's potato bread. Have you ever eaten Martin's patato bread? I don't think you understand, in my old apartment, I had to drive to two different grocery stores to buy Martin's and now that it is so close to my home now I am over the moon!!! That is the only bread I can eat and you never know how important a certain bread is until you can no longer find it. All in all life is wonderful right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to post twice this week with updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1240876645217664465?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1240876645217664465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1240876645217664465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1240876645217664465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1240876645217664465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/08/another-year-another-apartment.html' title='Another Year, Another Apartment'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7884818638173339678</id><published>2011-08-10T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:53:56.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Booty Call Protocol</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my apartment watching TV and a question suddenly hit me. Is there a booty call protocol? Let me give you a back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the show I was watching, a woman walked into a coffee shop and found her lover talking to another woman. She was calm and collected and simply asked him, "So is this the reason you had to leave early?" with a sly grin on her face. I immediately started thinking, 'Wow, she handled that really well. I'm impressed.' I began to think how I would handle a similar situation. If I saw my lover with someone else do I have a right to get angry? Especially if there is no commitment between us? Is there a booty call protocol when you see your lover out with someone else when you two are not in a monogamous relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you handle this situation? Would you feel your lover owed you some sort of level of respect or do you feel you guys owe each other nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hope that I would be ladylike and take the high road but I would probably snatch the dude bald and kick the girl in the teeth but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7884818638173339678?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7884818638173339678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7884818638173339678' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7884818638173339678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7884818638173339678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/08/booty-call-protocol.html' title='Booty Call Protocol'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5284354235695641716</id><published>2011-08-05T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:14:22.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what my lovely bloghearts. I'm moving! It's not what you think, I'm simply moving to a different area here in Georgia. I'll still be in the same county so I'm not going too far but I am so very exited to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current apartment has a terrible heating and AC system, the building is terribly dirty and management seems just fine with it. I can't live in a dirty building; it's embarrassing and I just can't anymore. And then there is the issue of DirecTV. I can not wait to get rid of them. Last week they were supposed to send me a filter so that I can attach it to the new DVR that finally came but do you think I ever received it? Uh, that would be a no. I am paying for a multi room DVR that I can not use and that sucks. I called to cancel my service but the guy on the phone was adamant that I should let him dispatch a tech out to my house. Fine, he can send anyone he wants but I am still going to cancel the service and I am shaking with excitement just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call AT&amp;T six times to finally get my new service correct. Everytime I called they kept telling me different information. Did I tell you I can't wait to move? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, one of the first friends I met when I first got here is moving next week to New Jersey and that sucks. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention this, I went to a TV taping the other day and it was filled with many celebrities. That was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5284354235695641716?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5284354235695641716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5284354235695641716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5284354235695641716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5284354235695641716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/08/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving!!!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4691249726687484198</id><published>2011-07-27T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:40:54.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Never Done This Before, But I like it!</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I wanted to write a post because I haven't written on in ages. I feel like I start all of my posts apologizing for not posting. I just haven't had much to write about lately. Life is good and I am enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do something yesterday that I have never done before. I volunteered at a food bank. Yep. I volunteered sorting food and boxing it up and I actually loved it. That old cliche of it feeling good to give back was actually true. I never thought I would have fun sorting and boxing food in a warehouse for homeless people but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird though because I had the mindset that I was going to work my butt off and get it in! After a half hour in a whistle blows and I hear "Break time!" and everyone walks off the floor. I was standing there looking around like 'What? What just happened?' ' I was just getting into a grove. Are you serious?' So we all go into a break room for 15 mins then head back out to the warehouse. about 50 minutes later I hear, "OK, Time to clean up. Clean up!" Again I stand there looking like 'What?' Just as we get into it they quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the whole process was run like clockwork. I would move one box to another station and there was a person behind me placing an empty box in its place. Wow. Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4691249726687484198?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4691249726687484198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4691249726687484198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4691249726687484198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4691249726687484198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/07/ive-never-done-this-before-but-i-like.html' title='I&apos;ve Never Done This Before, But I like it!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6121004929781448850</id><published>2011-07-14T14:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:49:05.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You Suck</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows me they know that I absolutely hate DirecTV. I hate Dishnetwork too but that's beside the point. I have DirecTV so they are my target today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had cable because their service is always reliable. I have always made a conscience effort to never subscribe to satellite because whenever there is a trickle of rain the damn service goes out. Not with cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this apartment were I live, we are forced to have DirecTV because these bastards get a kickback for forcing us. Well of course I signed up kicking and screaming because I knew there were going to be days when it would drizzle and my damn TV would go out and sure enough it happened a few times. We had a thunder storm today and the electric flickered as it typically does during thunderstorms. The lightening fried my DVR! I was too through. I unplugged the DVR, nothing. It is completely dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called DirecTV and those bastards told me that they wouldn't send anyone out. If they did I would have to pay $50. They would mail me another box and I would have to set it up myself and all of this for the low, low cost of $20. Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay for another box to be shipped AND set it up myself? When the hell did horrible customer service become the norm? Yikes. I can not wait until I move from this place and get rid of DirectTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6121004929781448850?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6121004929781448850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6121004929781448850' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6121004929781448850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6121004929781448850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/07/you-suck.html' title='You Suck'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7874710274695954442</id><published>2011-07-04T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:19:37.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are So Way Off Base</title><content type='html'>Wow. I can't believe its been so long since I've posted on my blog. I will definitely try to do better. It's the 4th of July and not one person had a cookout this weekend. What kinda crap is that? What is this world coming to when you can't even scam a free meal on the 4th of July? Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was hanging out shopping with a friend of mine who I will refer to as Celestial because her head and ideas are often out there in the clouds somewhere. Anyway, Celestial and I were shopping and she was going on and on about how terrible her daughters boyfriend is. I must admit, the boy is not the most responsible person in the world that is for sure but who really is the best they can be at 20? I mean really. The kid is only 20 so understand that he is young and the person he is now is not the person he will be in 5 or 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, he and her daughter do have a son together that is currently in the hospital fighting for his life because he is a preemie and is only 1.5 lbs. The boyfriend is always at the hospital checking on his son, being there. The kid doesn't have a job right now and he lives with his mother but he is trying to find a job so what more do you want from him? He and his mother are always at the hospital like a dutiful father is supposed to do. What more does she want from him?&lt;br /&gt;Celestial is constantly bashing him and making it increasing difficult for him to be there for his son. I'm not trying to say this kid is perfect and is the greatest thing walking. He has made terrible mistakes and hasn't treated Celestial's daughter with the respect she deserves but again, he is 20 and has a lot of growing up to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to tell her this she doesn't want to hear it. She strongly feels he needs to walk away because she thinks it would be the best for the child and I totally think she is wrong. With so many men running as far away from their responsibilities as they can she should be happy that he is trying to be there as a stand up guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestial grew up without a father so she is jaded and is passing all that baggage onto her daughter and is trying to perpetuate the cycle by having her grandson grow up with out a father. She just can't see what she is doing and I am getting so frustrated with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! We are not the same person today that we were when we were 20 so she needs to understand that this kid will grow and change over the years so cut him some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7874710274695954442?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7874710274695954442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7874710274695954442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7874710274695954442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7874710274695954442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/07/you-are-so-way-off-base.html' title='You Are So Way Off Base'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-427919981476506738</id><published>2011-06-17T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:33:28.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gotta Face!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I went to this restaurant yesterday that a friend suggested. I saunter up to the bar and take a seat so that I can order my dinner to go. I ordered and waited for my dinner to arrive. As I waited I was sipping on a Sierra Mist and just taking in the sights when the gentleman sitting next to me commented on how nice my nails were. I was wearing a french manicure design. The bartender also commented on my nails. He went on to say that men generally don't notice or care about what color your nails are but it's something about a French manicure that gets their attention. Go figure. I had no idea men appreciated something as simple and girlie as a french manicure. I thanked them both and continued my wait. Finally I get my food and I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never dawned on me to look at the food prior to getting home. Once I got home and settled down on the sofa I opened the Styrofoam box and was horrified. I ordered a stuffed trout and when I opened the box the fish still had his head on! I never eat food with the face and head still attached. That is just too creepy for me. I regained my composer and opened the trout from the middle where the stuffing was. I was too creeped out to ever close the fish back up. I just kept eating from the middle and trying to think of something other then that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you eat food that has a face or head on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-427919981476506738?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/427919981476506738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=427919981476506738' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/427919981476506738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/427919981476506738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/06/its-gotta-face.html' title='It&apos;s Gotta Face!!!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1112641363252543020</id><published>2011-06-11T14:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:35:20.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Put Down The Damn Phone!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I went to dinner last night with a group of people. When I got to the restaurant I, unfortunately, had to sit next to this really young girl. She said absolutely nothing the entire evening. From the time I walked in until we all left this chick was buried in her phone. She didn't put that phone down for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, let me ask you; when did it become acceptable to go out for an evening and spend the entire time playing with your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became so annoyed with her it was unreal. If all you wanted to do was play with your phone then you should have kept you butt at home. It is incredibly rude to sit at a table for dinner with people and ignore them and play with your phone all night. It's rude and not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get to this point? I know with facebook and Twitter and email at our fingertips that it's become extremely easy but how did we become a society of people too busy playing with phones and gadgets that they can't engage in real human interaction when we are in a room full of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1112641363252543020?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1112641363252543020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1112641363252543020' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1112641363252543020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1112641363252543020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/06/put-down-damn-phone.html' title='Put Down The Damn Phone!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7372347603145999568</id><published>2011-06-05T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:43:37.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ate Too Damn Much</title><content type='html'>This has been a very interesting week.  I spent the entire week in Baltimore for work being bored out of my mind.  I am working on a project and my ex boss' boss really pissed me off with his non-support.  If I was a lesser person I would punch him right the face.  Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to brunch with some really cool ladies today and then later I went to a dinner with some other really nice ladies.  We went to a mongolian restaurant for dinner and it was really good.  I hadn't been to mongolian place since the early 2000's when I worked in DC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after all that eating I am in a food induced comma sitting on my couch now watching Get Him To The Greek.  I am so in love with Russell Brand's crazy ass. Maybe it's just this food haze I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7372347603145999568?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7372347603145999568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7372347603145999568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7372347603145999568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7372347603145999568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/06/i-ate-too-damn-much.html' title='I Ate Too Damn Much'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5231933353465271077</id><published>2011-05-25T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:34:21.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><title type='text'>We So Can't Hang Out Anymore</title><content type='html'>Since I've been here in Atlanta I've met some really cool people. One person, whom I'll call CeeCee, is particularly cool. She and I both like spoken word so we have been attending several spoken word events lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears to be really cool. I'm sure you are probably asking, "Well what is the problem Tee?" I'll tell what the problem is, we both have the same taste in men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friend is a problem. We both see a good looking man come into the venue and we are both just looking and salivating. This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing good coming from our friendship, just alot of screaming and hair pulling. I think I need to end this now before it goes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya CeeCee, it's been real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5231933353465271077?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5231933353465271077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5231933353465271077' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5231933353465271077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5231933353465271077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/05/we-so-cant-hang-out-anymore.html' title='We So Can&apos;t Hang Out Anymore'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1295755330304848518</id><published>2011-05-22T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:09:59.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>I've Made a Decision</title><content type='html'>After much deliberation, I've made a decision. I've decided that as much as I hate to move it's time I move once again. I know you all are saying, "But Tee, you JUST moved to Atlanta almost four months ago." I know, I know, but when it's time to go it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not going back to Baltimore. Hell no. I need to move from the apartments where I live. They are cute and all but the service here is horrible. Our building looks like we are in the ghetto because they are too cheap and inconsiderate to power wash our building. People I can't live like this. I'm not used to living in conditions that are not up to par. I took this weekend to look at a few apartments in the really nice section of town called Ashford Dunwoody. Very nice people. I found a place that I absolutely love. I'm going to continue looking though. I'm going to take the whole spring and summer to look actually. There are some really nice neighborhoods to consider like Midtown, Atlantic Station and Buckhead. I think by October or November I should have a firm decision on what area I want to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate the whole process of moving. I hate it with a passion but I need to get out of here and the sooner I do it the better. I figure October or November would be great since people typically don't move during those times and complexes traditionally offer great discounts and move in specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you all posted on the developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that I LOVE the ones in Ashford Dunwoody. And bonus...the apartments I looked at are all across from the great Perimeter Mall! Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1295755330304848518?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1295755330304848518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1295755330304848518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1295755330304848518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1295755330304848518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/05/ive-made-decision.html' title='I&apos;ve Made a Decision'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4040811278240639476</id><published>2011-05-16T19:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:02:04.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>This Really Stinks!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I finally broke down. I resisted for far too long and just realized life would be better if I just gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in to what you ask? This getting old shit! This getting old crap sucks and there is nothing I can do about it. I was at a restaurant with a group of people and I was having trouble reading the menu and the check when it came. When I have my contacts in I can see great except when it comes to reading. I look like an 80 year old woman trying to read. It's pathetic. One of the people that was at dinner handed me her reading glasses and suggested I try them. I put those things on and Viole! I could read! It was amazing! I was actually able to read the check. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did? The very next day I went out and bought my very own pair of reading glasses and they are amazing! I even bought a cute clear pink case for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am one of these old people that you see that stretches out their arms trying to read a menu then whips out a pair of glasses from her purse and puts them on. Oh God, its official, I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4040811278240639476?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4040811278240639476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4040811278240639476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4040811278240639476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4040811278240639476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/05/this-really-stinks.html' title='This Really Stinks!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-204296916918301876</id><published>2011-05-06T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:54:42.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I spent the last two weeks in Baltimore, minus the weekend, and I am finally home for good and I can't tell you how glad I am to finally sleep in my own bed tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seated next to two young girls on the plane that were about 16 or 17. They were so cute. They felt the need to tell me that they just left New York and DC. This was their first time on a plane. They kept asking me questions about what to expect. "Can we use our phones?" "Can we use our iPods?" "Are we starting to go down now?" They were too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from a very small town in Georgia with a population of 2000 and NY and DC was just a bit too much for them and they were glad to be getting back to their simple, small town lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute meter went off the charts when the one sitting next to me stated that she couldn't wait to get home to see her father. He just got home after spending a year in Afghanistan. She only spent 1 day with him before she had to go out of town. Aaaawwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stark contrast, there was this little kid seated behind me that kept kicking my chair. I wanted to pop him upside his head. Don't get it twisted, I will fight a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-204296916918301876?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/204296916918301876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=204296916918301876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/204296916918301876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/204296916918301876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-599599226836110393</id><published>2011-05-01T17:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:18:42.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><title type='text'>One Dress Should Not Cause THIS Much Drama!</title><content type='html'>So, last Sunday I walk into White House Black Market, one of my most favoritest stores ever!, and saw this really beautiful white strapless dress. I get their catalog and saw it in there and fell in love before I ever saw it in person. So I get to the store and immediately try on the dress and viole! The dress fits amazingly and looks really good on me. Want to see the dress? Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXWwuNjChQU/Tb3MnygPLMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cKVF9jLxRq0/s1600/570018047_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601858495462714562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXWwuNjChQU/Tb3MnygPLMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cKVF9jLxRq0/s320/570018047_100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks way better on me then her but whatevs. I bought it at the Baltimore store when I got there on travel for business. So I was scheduled to be in Baltimore until Friday afternoon so I had the dress hanging in the hotel closet all week. I was all giddy with excitement trying to figure out just the perfect place to wear this treasure then it hit me! I had a fundraiser at this really swanky hotel in downtown Atlanta the following Saturday when I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fast forward to Friday. I go to the airport at the end of my work day ready to board the next thing smoking back to Atlanta. I get on the plane, stow the dress that is nicely protected by a beautiful black garment bag given to me by the store clerk. I take my seat and try to relax a bit until we touch down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 2 hours and I am grabbing my carry on's and exiting the plane with the quickness because I am anxious to get home. I get down to baggage claim and as I reach down and grab my red suite case from the carousel I immediately loudly exclaimed, "SHIT!" as I realized I left the garment bag with my beloved white strapless dress pictured above in the over head compartment on the plane! I start to freak out and I run to the lost baggage area to see if they can call someone to go on the plane and retrieve my bag. Simple right? Not so much. They call and no one sees the bag. I was told that after they cleaned the plane if it was located they would bring it to lost and found in a matter of hours. I asked if I could go up to the gate and look for the dress myself. The troll lady at the counter send me to ticketing to get a gate pass to go up there. I get to ticketing and "smiling bitch" looks at me completely clueless as to what to do then goes to find someone else to help. Two other people walk by and after a couple of calls and explaining over again my plight I finally get a gate pass but was informed the plane was currently boarding with new passengers on their way to some wonderful far off destination I'm sure. I go back to the lost baggage area and asked the folks if I could leave my bags there as I would make better time running through the airport without lugging a suite case and a large computer bag in toe. They refused. Good times. I run as fast as I could with all that crap I had to get through security. Aaaawww, the wonderful TSA agents. Gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scan my bag and proceed to pull me over to the side and go through my bag. I scream at them that I am tyring to retrieve my bag and the plane was about to leave. They did not care. They go through my stuff and take out my nail polish remover, lotion, hair spray, hair product and body wash. I am getting further pissed because I need my stuff. You all know how expensive Bath and Body works and hair products can be. They proceed to throw my shit away further exacerbating the issue. I finally get out of there and RUN to the gate and guess what? Go ahead, guess. Exactly, the plane is gone and there is no sign of my bag. I am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the lost baggage office. If any of you have ever gone in and out of Atlanta Hartsfield Airport you know that nothing is close by. I had to ride train after train to get to where I needed to go followed by running down long hallways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get back to the lost baggage office and they tell me, again, there is nothing they could do and all I can do is go on a website and explain what happened. Um yeah. I get home hours later and proceed to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up and call the airline first thing and get a recorded line and nothing else. I decide that I really want this dress for that fundraiser later that night so I go to the White House Black Market store in The Mall of Georgia. I buy the dress again and wear it and look fabulous I might add. Had a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, today, I get up and head back to the airport to go back to Baltimore for the week and decide to make one last effort to see if they could find my original dress. Lo and behold I found one nice lady that decided to make a few phone calls that were not made that Friday night. While she is making calls she is also filling out a report that was never taken when this whole thing went down. She finds out that my dress is hanging up at the very gate I came in on a couple nights ago. I run over to the gate and viole! my dress in hanging in a cubby. I am beyond thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it all the way to the opposite end of the corridor to my actual gate and hop on my plane to head back to Baltimore. I land and hot tail it over to the original store I first bought the dress and return it for a full refund so after all of that alls well and ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-599599226836110393?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/599599226836110393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=599599226836110393' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/599599226836110393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/599599226836110393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/05/one-dress-should-not-cause-this-much.html' title='One Dress Should Not Cause THIS Much Drama!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXWwuNjChQU/Tb3MnygPLMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cKVF9jLxRq0/s72-c/570018047_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5698510845268974319</id><published>2011-04-27T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:54:26.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You  Need To Sit Down!</title><content type='html'>Usually, I do not get all political on my blog because this is my happy place and politics have no place here but when I see the level of fuckery that I see now I must say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell Donald Trump to sit his ass down. Really. Just because you run a multi million dollar conglomerate does not mean you have the wherewithall to run an entire country. What makes you think you have the diplomacy to balance the ever volatile foreign policy for example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All "The Donald" knows how to do is fire people and pick media fights with folks, i.e. Rosie O'Donnell, Bill Cosby and Jerry Seinfeld. Jerry Seinfeld? Really? Who fights with Jerry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald, come here for a minute, listen closely, you can not issue poison pen letters and engage in verbal wars with everyone that disagrees with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, why the hell are you so focused on seeing and then disputing our current president's birth certificate? This "birthergate" is asinine and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald, go sit down somewhere please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5698510845268974319?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5698510845268974319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5698510845268974319' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5698510845268974319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5698510845268974319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/you-need-to-sit-down.html' title='You  Need To Sit Down!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6839882692203368923</id><published>2011-04-22T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:53:36.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>I Was Sent to Remedial Wii</title><content type='html'>My nieces bought their Wii game with them on their visit to see me. That was genius because it kept them busy while I worked. Yesterday my oldest niece asked me to play a game with her and I said sure. So I go into the living room and we begin playing some sort of Mario driving game. I just knew I was going to lay the smack down on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things didn't turn out the way I anticipated. That damn car was all over the road. I could not stop that thing from smashing into every wall and barrier there was. She changed courses for the next game to something called the Coconut Mall which was supposed to eliminate any falling off cliffs on my part. Uh, not so much. I kept falling over the elevator. She then loudly proclaimed, "How do you fall over an elevator?" Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then declares that I need some practice time and then sent me to remedial Wii by setting up the game in training mode so that I could get some practice before I played again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may never drive again. Hell, bring out Galaga or Space Invaders and it's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6839882692203368923?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6839882692203368923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6839882692203368923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6839882692203368923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6839882692203368923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/i-was-sent-to-remedial-wii.html' title='I Was Sent to Remedial Wii'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6522481083536946281</id><published>2011-04-20T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:36:51.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Going To Start Borrowing Kids</title><content type='html'>My wonderful nieces came down to visit me this week from Maryland. They are still here so my place looks like a war zone. I'm not used to this and it's driving me crazy but I can deal for another couple of days. Oy Vey. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they first got here I asked them what they wanted to do over the week. They immediately piped up and shouted, "Go see Rio!" I was so relieved. Truth be told I wanted to see this movie myself but I couldn't justify going on my own. Come on! You know good and well it would look weird for a grown woman going into a movie theater to see an animated flick without any kids so I was so glad they wanted to see it too. Score! I was &lt;em&gt;this close &lt;/em&gt;to borrowing someones kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I completely forgot how messy kids cane be. There is spilled juice on my cream colored carpet, video games all over the living room, used dishes in the sink and on the stove, lights left on. I mean can you please cut off the lights when you leave a room? Is it really the difficult? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my babies but is it Saturday yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6522481083536946281?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6522481083536946281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6522481083536946281' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6522481083536946281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6522481083536946281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/im-going-to-start-borrowing-kids.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Start Borrowing Kids'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6831992338824295711</id><published>2011-04-14T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:51:09.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>You Take Too Much Time</title><content type='html'>I have never watched Celebrity Apprentice before. It just seemed boring to me so I never watched, until this season. With the drama between Star Jones and Nene Leaks you know I had to watch to see how it all went down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing I like about Celebrity Apprentice is that everything happens in one night. The competition and the elimination all happen in one night. There is no watching the competition one night then tuning in the next night to see who gets booted. No, its all done in one night and you know what? I love it!!! I love having everything finished in one night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love American Idol and Dancing With The Stars but this whole thing with watching the competition one night then tuning in the next night to see who gets offed is a pain in the ass. It's not a good use of my time. So now I'm taking four days to watch two shows. That's not right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no reason AI and DWTS can't have the competition then have the judges off someone that night. Come on people! I have other shows to watch. It's called time management here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I am going to start a petition to have AI and DWTS handle their business on one night. No more of this results night crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6831992338824295711?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6831992338824295711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6831992338824295711' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6831992338824295711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6831992338824295711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/you-take-too-much-time.html' title='You Take Too Much Time'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3659089350007868818</id><published>2011-04-12T09:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:39:36.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I'm A Better Boss Then You</title><content type='html'>I was watching a TV news program this morning and they were discussing the virtues of who make better bosses men or women. As you can imagine, half the panel thought women made better bosses and the other half of the panel felt men were the better bosses. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking; who were my favorite bosses over the years? I perused my mental Rolodex of all the bosses I have had and one by one it became clear to me. I have had horrible male bosses and horrible female bosses but by far and large the best managers I have ever had the pleasure of working with have been women. That whole "women can be moody bitches" stereotype simple didn't exist. For whatever reason, my female bosses have all been decisive, commanding, smart and compassionate all at the same time. Most of the male bosses I had were OK but we simply didn't connect for whatever reason, with the exception of one. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friends, if you have never had a woman boss you have really missed out. If you currently have a male boss tell him that this situation doesn't work for you anymore and you no longer want to report to him and must switch bosses immediately. Who do you think make better bosses, men or women? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3659089350007868818?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3659089350007868818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3659089350007868818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3659089350007868818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3659089350007868818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/im-better-boss-then-you.html' title='I&apos;m A Better Boss Then You'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3807745798645850909</id><published>2011-04-07T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:11:03.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You Are Holding Me Up</title><content type='html'>I was in the checkout line at the grocery store yesterday looking through the tabloids minding my own business waiting for the line to move when I realized the line hadn't moved in quite sometime. I looked at the people in front of me and the cashier and saw something very stunning. The woman in front of me was actually performing an act that was so surprising I was speechless; she was writing a check! An actual paper check! I know!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrote a check to purchase something? With the advent of debit cards and everyone and their mother has one why is there ever a need to write a check? I am surprised stores still accept them. As I stood there watching this it suddenly dawned on me why we began using debit cards in lieu of paper checks when making purchases. The transaction takes too damn long!! I had to wait for her to write the check, wait for the cashier to punch in some buttons on her little contraption, then I had to wait for her to slide the check through some slot on the side of her contraption then I had to wait for the manager to come over and put his mark on it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to seriously cause this woman some bodily hard. People, this is why we use debit cards!!! So if any of you are contemplating writing a check at a cash register, do us all a favor and don't! The life you save just might be your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3807745798645850909?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3807745798645850909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3807745798645850909' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3807745798645850909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3807745798645850909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/you-are-holding-me-up.html' title='You Are Holding Me Up'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7655321802266502048</id><published>2011-04-04T13:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:53:11.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>My New Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so I've been using the GPS on my Blackberry to get around Atlanta. It's been serving me very well actually but I felt I needed a real GPS system. I needed one that would be right in my face and louder then the cell phone. Well people, I finally did it! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiKz6hYuYQc/TZoDgtR-zwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Rqx2sJT738M/s1600/GPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591785747779604226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiKz6hYuYQc/TZoDgtR-zwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Rqx2sJT738M/s320/GPS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went out and sprung for a real GPS and I am in love! Why didn't you guys tell me how great these things are? I hold you personally responsible for me being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt;. She is wonderful. I've been trying to come up with reasons to get in my car and drive somewhere just so I could use it. I may never get out of the car again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7655321802266502048?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7655321802266502048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7655321802266502048' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7655321802266502048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7655321802266502048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/04/my-new-baby.html' title='My New Baby!!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiKz6hYuYQc/TZoDgtR-zwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Rqx2sJT738M/s72-c/GPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7956557228280680720</id><published>2011-03-30T18:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:27:36.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Yeah I'm Petty, So What!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have two wonderful nieces that I love dearly. There's a third one but she is a little materialistic pain in the ass right now so she is not among the chosen few right now. So anyway, my two nieces are coming to visit me in a couple of weeks and I can not wait. I love those girls. Before I left Baltimore I left my Nissan behind and gave it to my 16 year old niece because she is currently going through the right of passage we all go through of getting her drivers license. YAAYYY!! I am so proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother took her to MVA and she got her permit! SCORE! I was on facebook and was immediately set aback. First of all, she won't "friend" me on facebook. She doesn't want a bunch of "old people' on her facebook page but I saw that she "friended" her grandmother and her two other aunts from her mothers side. Excuse me! Then on top of that, her other aunt (a few years younger then me but whateves) took pictures of my baby behind the wheel of the car I gave her talking about how, "My baby's growing up" yadda yadda yadda. I'm gonna stab her in her eye with a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I want to be her only aunt and I want the others to go away? She's my baby not theirs. Yeah, I know I'm petty but I don't care. She's mine dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7956557228280680720?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7956557228280680720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7956557228280680720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7956557228280680720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7956557228280680720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/yeah-im-petty-so-what.html' title='Yeah I&apos;m Petty, So What!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-9186045690447113276</id><published>2011-03-30T08:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:38:40.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You Mean What?</title><content type='html'>Hello my bloghearts. I was reading a blog I read on occasion, www.nwso.net, and found one of his posts quite entertaining. He decided to tell us 5 things men commonly say and what they really mean so I had to hijack his post and post it here too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken straight from NWSO)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) “I’ll Call You Later”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this statement is interpretation, or better yet misinterpretation. While men will define the word “later” as any time after now, women tend to have a specific window of time that defines “later” as meaning as soon as I reach my destination. It’s like somewhere between the words leaving a man’s mouth (or fingers via text) and reaching a woman’s ears, she adds an additional word like “tonight” after “later.” When I say, “I’ll call you later,” it doesn’t guarantee that later will take place within the next 24 hours just what it means, I’ll call you later—whenever that may be. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: He’ll call when he has the time or remembers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) “I’ve Been Busy”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is often the first thing a man says when he hasn’t called a woman “later.” It’s actually a very valid reason when there’s major life catastrophes going on (death in the family, moving, new job, moonlighting as a superhero, etc.) but more times than not “busy” just means occupied with something (or someone) else. We’ve all heard the saying that a man makes time for the things he’s interested, right? Well, unless he’s Bruce Wayne that’s generally true. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: He’s probably not that into you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) “Wow, That’s Interesting&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Chances are whatever you’re talking about is actually pretty darn interesting, unfortunately only to you. However, since it’s apparently important to you he’ll play along and fake interest just for the possibility of scoring with you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Sorry, I wasn’t listening and I couldn’t care less. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) “I’m Not Looking For a Relationship”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; men usually tell women where their head is from jump but most women just tend to ignore what we say. If a man tells you on the first date that he’s not in a space where he’s looking for a relationship but you are and still pursue this man for a commitment down the line; who’s at fault when things don’t work out? Exactly, you. What some women try to do is trick themselves into believing he’ll change his mind, but most men generally stick to their guns and if you stick around after he declares his desire to stay single he’s not wrong in assuming you’re with it. When I broke up with my last girlfriend after college I told myself I needed to be single and made that clear to any woman I met. While I may have been upset at the few that walked away after a few months because they wanted more, at the end of the day I respected their decision to do so because it made sense. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: He’s telling you the truth&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) “What Are You Talking About?” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my general response when I’m being accused of something that’s probably true but I won’t admit to for whatever reason. For instance, a date asks, “Why were you looking at another woman’s butt?” My response, “What are you talking about?” It’s usually a knee-jerk response that I subconsciously use to kill time so I can come up with a valid excuse. It also works well at transferring the focus from me to her by making her think she’s crazy and/or paranoid. By time she’s finished defending herself, she’s either forgotten my discretion or I’ve had time to come up with an reasonably valid excuse. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: He’s lying. ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! My gift to you ladies. See, now you can't say I never gave you anything. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-9186045690447113276?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/9186045690447113276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=9186045690447113276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9186045690447113276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9186045690447113276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/you-mean-what.html' title='You Mean What?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5690152865907185624</id><published>2011-03-24T12:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:23:20.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Brunch With The Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmhJM3-a-eQ/TYt1mIjQUpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iM-WiUtgu7M/s1600/189510_1811268154692_1029652152_2108528_1991849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689060674065042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmhJM3-a-eQ/TYt1mIjQUpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iM-WiUtgu7M/s320/189510_1811268154692_1029652152_2108528_1991849_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to brunch with a bunch of really nice ladies. I had a great time. We went to this french cafe bistro called Le Madeline in Dunwoody. The food was really good and the conversation with the ladies was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture we took to commemorate our gathering. I'm soooo not going to tell you which one is me. If enough of you guess and actually guess correctly I MIGHT change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm devious I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5690152865907185624?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5690152865907185624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5690152865907185624' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5690152865907185624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5690152865907185624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/brunch-with-ladies.html' title='Brunch With The Ladies'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmhJM3-a-eQ/TYt1mIjQUpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iM-WiUtgu7M/s72-c/189510_1811268154692_1029652152_2108528_1991849_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1487853715902472205</id><published>2011-03-22T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:45:00.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>I've Come To A Conclusion...</title><content type='html'>I've come to a conclusion after this weekend. My aunt from Alabama came over and visited my other aunt here in Georgia. They called me to tell me she was in town and the next day I went over to see them both. I had a really good time hanging out with them. It's always good being around family. All of a sudden the subject of food came up. My aunts asked me if I had ever eaten fried pickles. I looked at them both as if they had lost their mind. Seriously. Fried pickles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they decided to take it upon themselves to fry up a batch for me to try. So here I am waiting for the fried pickles to come up from the fryer thinking, 'What the hell have I gotten myself into?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first batch arrives onto the table and I look at them with apprehension. They all look at me as if to say, 'Go ahead, take one.' So I buckled under the pressure and took one. I popped it into my mouth and started chewing. I must say it wasn't too bad. My cousin then pipes up and says, "It tastes better with ranch dressing." and he proceeds to go to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of ranch dressing and I try it and it was actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that people in the south will fry anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1487853715902472205?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1487853715902472205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1487853715902472205' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1487853715902472205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1487853715902472205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/ive-come-to-conclusion.html' title='I&apos;ve Come To A Conclusion...'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6334158370908018030</id><published>2011-03-18T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:16:46.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><title type='text'>You Have Got to Be Kidding Me</title><content type='html'>OK, I saw an episode of Prison Wives on OWN last night. All I can say is wow. The show is about women who are married to men in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular woman from last night had 3 children. She met a man who is serving a life sentence without parole for murder. She received a request to write this guy and she did. The writing progressed to the point of "dating" then eventually marriage. There is so much wrong with this I can't even write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why the hell would you want to write a man serving life in prison for murder that you have never met? Secondly, why would you marry a man in prison you only knew for 6 months? Thirdly, why would you subject your kids to the prison world? What message are you sending your kids? I mean really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman has a 16 year old daughter and a 10 year old daughter and a 13 year old son and she takes them to prison for visits. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but there is no way in hell I would ever become pen pals with some stranger in prison for murder serving a life term. No way. I certainly would never subject my kids to visiting said man in prison. My kids would never, ever see the inside of a prison as long as they are minors under my roof. Never, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is setting a really great example for her kids I tell ya. I was so out done with this story that I could not stop shaking my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also mentioned that every time her husband was transferred to a different prison, she would uproot the kids and move them so that they could be closer to the new prison. They moved 5 times in 3 years. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the kicker, this woman has mother that asked her daughters inmate husband if there was a guy SHE could write too also. Are you kidding me? This woman ALSO married this prisoner. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6334158370908018030?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6334158370908018030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6334158370908018030' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6334158370908018030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6334158370908018030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You Have Got to Be Kidding Me'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-2265894289217404748</id><published>2011-03-16T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:18:51.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You Are So Wrong</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have a really good friend that I love dearly. Sometimes she can be a little off base and a little paranoid but I love her nonetheless. She has an 18 year old daughter and a beautiful 3 year old who I want to kidnap and just squeeze because she is just too adorable. Anyway, her 18 year old daughter has this boyfriend who at first her parents loved but later proved to be very irresponsible and disrespectful. In the age old tradition of love lorned teenagers everywhere since the beginning of time who's parents want them apart they have stayed together and professed their undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got so bad that the daughter moved out of her parents house and moved in with her boyfriend and his parents. Obviously my friend and her husband are really upset but there is nothing neither of them can do at this point. As you might imagine she got pregnant. Neither of them are employed so this is going to be difficult. The daughter calls her mother from time to time hoping to get some support from her but my friend is very stoic when she calls and very matter of fact and unyielding. Mind you this is the girls first child so she really needs her mother right now but my friend is so not getting involved with this situation at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriends mother put them out and they stayed with his friend for awhile. I asked her if she would let her daughter come back home and she said she'd have to break up with him first before that can happen. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs that you are sooooo wrong for that. I understand that you don't like dude but the fact is now he is going to be the father of your first grandchild. You can not ask this guy to break up with his girlfriend and leave her stranded with a baby because they will not allow him in their house. THAT would be terribly wrong. Now is the time for them to shut up, bite the bullet and accept the situation and make the best of it. There will soon be a child involved. Oy vey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-2265894289217404748?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/2265894289217404748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=2265894289217404748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2265894289217404748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2265894289217404748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/you-are-so-wrong.html' title='You Are So Wrong'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4452041141315629806</id><published>2011-03-14T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:45:18.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Ambushed</title><content type='html'>So, my girlfriend and her husband called me on Saturday morning and asked if I wanted to go shopping and to dinner with them for the day. I was like "hellz yeah!" Food and shopping, that's a dream day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do our shopping and it's going great. We get to the restaurant for dinner and my friends husband uses the word "they'll" be here soon. Excuse me. I thought it was just us. I asked them, "So, how many of us is it going to be?" He says "About 12 or so. My brothers, aunts, grandmother." I was like "Oh". My girlfriend was all "Sorry." Umm, yeah. I'm being ambushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out well and I actually had a good time. The food was amazing so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people are too cute. One of my friends brother in laws was looking at email that had come through on his cell phone and his aunt looked at him and asked, "What are you doing over there?" He said, "Oh, just checking email." She said, "You can get email on that thing?" Aawwww old people, you gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4452041141315629806?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4452041141315629806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4452041141315629806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4452041141315629806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4452041141315629806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/i-got-ambushed.html' title='I Got Ambushed'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4739697479501384449</id><published>2011-03-11T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:58:10.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Wow!  This Place Sure Is Different.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....I haven't posted in AWHILE. Sorry about that folks. I've been trying to get situated and find a groove. So here is a little update. I promise to be more consistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really liking it here in GA although within the first 20 days I was here I got sick twice. Yep, twice. Not fun. I guess my body has to get used to the GA environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have to get used to is liquor. In Baltimore our grocery stores do not have alcohol in them. None of them. You actually have to go to a liquor store to buy alcohol. Not here. No matter where you go you see alcohol. Grocery store, alcohol, Rite Aid, alcohol, CVS, alcohol. Alcohol everywhere! I even saw a drive thru liquor store. I shit you not. I was driving down a street and saw cars going through a drive thru. I first thought it was a car wash and got all geeked because I have YET to find a car wash. Do people in GA wash their cars? I mean geesh! But I digress. Upon closer inspection I realized it was a drive thru liquor store. People every time I think I've seen it all something else happens and blows it out of the water. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have to get used to is the damn police everywhere. They are like cock roaches. No matter where you go cops are pulling someone over. In my first two weeks here I got my first speeding ticket. I mean seriously!  Driving the speed limit is painful.  I'm not sure I can do this. Welcome to GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in Kansas anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4739697479501384449?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4739697479501384449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4739697479501384449' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4739697479501384449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4739697479501384449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/03/wow-this-place-sure-is-different.html' title='Wow!  This Place Sure Is Different.'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4317931729308421352</id><published>2011-02-19T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:54:37.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!  I'm Hanging Out Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>So last night I decided that I wanted to go out and explore a little bit. I perused my email and found a few people meeting up for tapas and drinks at a dueling piano bar in Marietta called Red Sky. Score!! I was in. I got dressed and drove out to Marietta and I must say I had a fabulous time. The place reminded me of Pat O'Brian's in New Orleans. It was very lively and people were everywhere. The piano players were fabulous and I was enjoying the music. So much so that I was singing and dancing along until I realized that I was losing cool points and piped down and just swayed while sipping my Shirley Temple instead. A diva must remain a diva at all times ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group I was with had a room reserved so we were all there getting to know each other. I met some really nice women. The tapas were really good. A few of the women and I decided to go out to the bar area to get a better look at the piano players and enjoy the music better. We all exchanged phone numbers and they invited me to a bar/club spot in Buckhead tonight. SCORE! I'm not sure if they will still want to go tonight in the light of day with no alcohol involved but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off today to meet some other women for a movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4317931729308421352?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4317931729308421352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4317931729308421352' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4317931729308421352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4317931729308421352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/02/oh-yeah-im-hanging-out-baby.html' title='Oh Yeah!  I&apos;m Hanging Out Baby!!!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6028847308727191009</id><published>2011-02-17T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:57:10.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I think I'm Ready</title><content type='html'>OK, so I am finally seeing my way clear of boxes so now I am in the process of trying to make my apartment feel like home. I finally feel like I am ready to start hanging out and as I think about that I am starting to get excited. I'm going to start perusing my email to see what the happenings are here in Atlanta. the weather is supposed to be GORGEOUS this weekend so I am excited about doing a little exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working from home and I am actually starting to enjoy it. It does take some getting use to, being home all day and all. It felt a little weird at first but starting to settle into that as well. All in all I'm feeling pretty darn good these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I haven't had time to go around and explore your blogs lately but I am going to fix that right now and I am going to go around and visit each of you because I miss my bloghearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the upcoming weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6028847308727191009?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6028847308727191009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6028847308727191009' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6028847308727191009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6028847308727191009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/02/i-think-im-ready.html' title='I think I&apos;m Ready'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3443257488707534041</id><published>2011-02-12T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:39:58.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Today Was A Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today was sunny and warm and I loved it! Spent the whole day shopping with my girlfriend here in Stone Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy hanging out with my girl but I am very sensitive to her husband's feelings. I do not want him to think I am coming down to GA and have his wife running the street all the time. That is certainly not going to be my plan.  Don't get me wrong, he was very cool and wanted her to go out for a day of shopping but I am sure that he wouldn't want that to be a weekly activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be the one to put a wedge between the two of them or our friendship for that matter so I will limit the amount of time we hang so that her husband won't get upset but I sure did have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong for wanting to be sensitive to my girls marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3443257488707534041?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3443257488707534041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3443257488707534041' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3443257488707534041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3443257488707534041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/02/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today Was A Good Day'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7576041009891732622</id><published>2011-02-08T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:27:46.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Whew! It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Hello my blohearts. I'm still alive. I know it's been like forever since I've posted but I've been crazy busy. The move to Atlanta is complete and I'm now a Georgia resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to get my bearings and find my way around which is great. I have everything I need right here in very close proximity and I love it. There are restaurants, there's a Target, Bed Bath and Beyond, Staples, a mall, my banks, EVERYTHING I need is right here and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened and I am a little pissed about it. On Saturday as I was going to pick up my buddy to go shopping the rear view mirror fell from the windshield. I have never seen anything like this. I just got the damn car a few days ago, geesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealer's service department was closed on Saturday and Sunday so I took the car in yesterday and they are currently looking into the best way to handle the situation. Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate AT&amp;amp;T! I choose them as my telephone and Internet provider. they hooked up my phone on time as promised but why am I still waiting for my Internet modem? I am so freakin pissed right now. I have never had such horrible service. How in the hell can you have your customers waiting this long for Internet? This is so unacceptable and I am not happy. My whole job relies on the Internet so they are interfering with my livelihood. I had to go to Radio Shack and purchase a mobile USB to have Internet connection while I wait for my modem. You can best believe AT&amp;amp;T is going to hear about this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, guys, that's all for now. I'll keep you posted on all the adventures, once they actually begin. Off to visit your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7576041009891732622?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7576041009891732622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7576041009891732622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7576041009891732622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7576041009891732622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/02/whew-its-been-awhile.html' title='Whew! It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-2897732092202252556</id><published>2011-02-01T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:45:25.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>You Like Me, You Really Like Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday some of my coworkers took me to a going away lunch We went to one of my favorite places to eat. Me love Japanese restaurants with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hibachi&lt;/span&gt; grills. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were preparing to place our orders a black and white gift back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; shoved in my face. I was all "What in the world is this?" They were like, "Just look in the bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the tissue paper and Voila! I saw this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg3jpV3oeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vB6tpYsv4CY/s1600/closedjewlrybix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568762024776147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg3jpV3oeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vB6tpYsv4CY/s320/closedjewlrybix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I removed the top and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg3sbIh-HI/AAAAAAAAAhs/p-VI0sM_HAY/s1600/openjewlrybox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568762175580928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg3sbIh-HI/AAAAAAAAAhs/p-VI0sM_HAY/s320/openjewlrybox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gorg&lt;/span&gt;. They know me so well. Then another coworker handed me an envelop and this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg39twfubI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oQgvmGjzuJY/s1600/giftcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568762472638167474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg39twfubI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oQgvmGjzuJY/s320/giftcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all giddy and whatnot. I belted out,"Oh yeah!! I so need this. I have to buy all new towels and wash clothes and sheets and everything." They were all "We don't feel sorry for you!" Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-2897732092202252556?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/2897732092202252556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=2897732092202252556' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2897732092202252556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2897732092202252556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/02/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html' title='You Like Me, You Really Like Me'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TUg3jpV3oeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vB6tpYsv4CY/s72-c/closedjewlrybix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-61748541261868471</id><published>2011-01-28T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:22:38.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I Have Had It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Snowman. Ha ha he he, you've had your fun now move the hell on. I am really sick of seeing you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, Mr. Snowman, I was stuck out in the storm on Wednesday evening for 8 hours. Did you hear me Mr. Snowman, 8 HOURS! It was not fun. I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; around tons of abandoned cars. I almost ran out of gas because of you. It was scary. Damn you! I had a complete melt down in my car at around hour 6 1/2. I just couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work at 4:40pm and did not step foot in my house until 12:30am and it's all because of you. If I never see you again it'll be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this latest stunt you pulled you are no longer welcomed in my life. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-61748541261868471?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/61748541261868471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=61748541261868471' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/61748541261868471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/61748541261868471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/i-have-had-it.html' title='I Have Had It!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4330342091580645097</id><published>2011-01-26T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:16:10.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You Can Beat My Kids</title><content type='html'>With the divorce rate in the US being as high as 50% there is no wonder that many families are blended families. I was listening to a conversation the other day that sparked a question that I wanted to pose to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had children and decided to marry someone that was not their biological parent would you allow them to discipline your child? If so to what degree would they be able to discipline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people in the conversation felt that it would be OK if their spouse disciplined their kids while a few others were adamant that no one should ever touch their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about this? Would it be OK if your new spouse disciplined your child? If no, then wouldn't that diminish the authority and respect the step parent should have? Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4330342091580645097?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4330342091580645097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4330342091580645097' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4330342091580645097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4330342091580645097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/you-can-beat-my-kids.html' title='You Can Beat My Kids'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-635944496401693063</id><published>2011-01-25T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:31:41.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>People and Yard Sales</title><content type='html'>OK, so I had my moving sale this past weekend. It went very well actually and I am just glad it's over. People made out like a bandit with my stuff. I was practically giving it away. It's fine though, I couldn't use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird though, I felt some kinda way about seeing my stuff float out of my house. There is something about that whole experience that just didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were like scavengers. It was weird to see. This one woman came in and bought things I hadn't expected anyone to take. In my guest bathroom upstairs this woman took the decorator towels I had hanging up. They were cute but I just wasn't expecting anyone to want them. I had a small basket on the sink counter in the bathroom with things guests would need if they forgot to bring them like toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, lotion, shampoo, all kinds of stuff and she took that. She even took the dirty rug I had laying by the door for people to wipe their feet on when they came in. I REALLY wasn't expecting that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. I feel really at peace right now so that's a good thing. It's weird, I was thinking about my nieces yesterday and realized I was going to miss them like crazy. Would it be wrong for me to kidnap them and drag them to Atlanta with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, off to visit your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-635944496401693063?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/635944496401693063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=635944496401693063' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/635944496401693063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/635944496401693063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/people-and-yard-sales.html' title='People and Yard Sales'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-619196047059204788</id><published>2011-01-20T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:46:30.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Who's To Blame?</title><content type='html'>We've all heard discussions or have been apart of discussions surrounding cheating mates. Why they cheat, who's fault it is and whatnot. I've even blogged about it once or twice here myself. I would link to the post(s) but I'm too lazy to go look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://frauleinsenorita.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-admit-something-like-that.html"&gt;Senorita&lt;/a&gt;, put on a post today talking about a radio caller who confessed that she only dates married men.  Once I got over my initial disgust with this caller I went on to continue reading her post.  Senorita goes on to say that she doesn't date married men, not because she owes the wife and family anything, but because of self respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud her for that actually.  I think every woman should have enough self respect to not stoop so low as to date a married man and vice versa.  Her post did raise a question though.  Do we owe each other anything when it comes to relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people will say no, we don't owe anyone anything but I am not so sure.  Don't we owe each other a certain amount of consideration and respect?  Shouldn't we all owe each other respect for the mere fact we are all humans who love, hurt, and bleed the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not then shouldn't we at least respect the institution of marriage?  If we don't have some basic respect for one another then I fear the actions and behavior we exhibit toward one another will became increasingly more deplorable and where would that lead us?  I think that without respect and consideration we are really setting ourselves up for a great deal more chaos and many more societal ills then we currently experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wouldn't date a married man because I respect myself too much to ever settle for a piece of a man but I also respect the other woman out of a sense of sisterhood and I respect the institution of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-619196047059204788?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/619196047059204788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=619196047059204788' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/619196047059204788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/619196047059204788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/whos-to-blame.html' title='Who&apos;s To Blame?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1088900204037836330</id><published>2011-01-19T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:45:06.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>14 More Days</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that in 14 more days I'll be in the ATL baby! I haven't heard from &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/08/new-york-should-be-dubbed-sin-city.html"&gt;Ho Bag &lt;/a&gt;, Crazy or Clueless but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore is a very small place. I found out today that the attorney handling my mom's estate is also friends with the owner of the property management company that will be handling renting out my house. I also found out that a coworker and friend is the daughter of Johnny Unitas and he also is friends with her family. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much to report today. The move is going along swimmingly and every thing else is status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a small hiccup yesterday when I was trying to put out the signs for my moving sale. The ground here is frozen solid so putting the metal stakes in the ground was not happening so I had to go to the store and find something to tie the signs to polls. I couldn't get the ties to work at first and my fingers were freezing off. I finally got 3 of the 4 signs up. I ordered a 4th sign before I realized the ground was frozen and now I can't use that sign anymore. I wonder if I ignore them will they go away and not charge me for that 4th sign? keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1088900204037836330?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1088900204037836330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1088900204037836330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1088900204037836330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1088900204037836330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/14-more-days.html' title='14 More Days'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-8967833572504558216</id><published>2011-01-17T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:31:28.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Heeeellllloooo Bloghearts. How are you all this fabulous morning? I had a really cool weekend except for one little hiccup. My darn Ravens lost to those damn Steelers AGAIN. I am still sick about that. We had them all during the first half of the game....what happened? Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my patio blinds are kind of broken. I've been dealing with it because it's no big deal but since I'm moving and renting out the joint I need to make sure the blinds work great so I went to Next Day Blinds to order blinds last week. The measurer guy was supposed to come over on Saturday but he called out. The woman that called told me that she would look at the times available and call me back to reschedule. That was 10:33am on Saturday and I am still waiting on that call. I just called the store to raise hell and the gentleman that answered said he'll call me right back. People, I am on a tight deadline, let's make this happen! Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with a coworker on Sunday and had a really good time. I didn't buy anything fashionable this time just pretty basic that I can throw on and look cute and not a hot mess. I will not go shopping with Jae anymore because this heifer always have me buying shit I do not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something interesting this weekend, Crazy and Clueless have been kinda MIA for a while now. We haven't spoken on the phone nor have they desired to go out. I only have 2 more weekends left here in Baltimore and I think they are like "whatever" about my leaving. They have no desire to hang out before I leave. No biggie to me actually, it just solidifies my need for a fresh start with a new group of friends. I'm also excited about getting back into the dating scene as I haven't been on a date in 11 months and that is ridiculous. Mostly because I haven't put myself out there to date anyone really because I am moving so what would be the point but it will be nice to get back out there. Put on makeup, make sure the hair is on point and wearing a fly outfit and being all giggly and flirty with a cute guy across the table. I miss it so Atlanta I hope you are ready for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Next Day Blinds redeemed themselves by calling back and rescheduling for tomorrow from 5 - 7pm!  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-8967833572504558216?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/8967833572504558216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=8967833572504558216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8967833572504558216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8967833572504558216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7006055882059639855</id><published>2011-01-14T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:37:09.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Coming Together</title><content type='html'>Things are coming together for this move pretty well I must say. I've ordered my furniture, I've ordered all of my utilities for the new apartment, I've scheduled my moving sale and will hopefully order the signs today, I've made an appointment with the management company to manage my house while I'm gone until I can sell it next week so all in all things are going according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is looking into the feasibility of my taking my job with me to Atlanta so I'm keeping my fingers crossed there. I'm still applying for jobs. A girls' gotta have a plan B ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to decorating the new apartment. I will surely post pictures for you all and keep you posted on the decorating project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be pretty quiet. My BFF's mother is coming by tomorrow to look at my bedroom set to possibly purchase it. We'll see. I am taking the Durango over to a friend of a friends' house to see if she's interested in purchasing it. I'll be really glad when I have completed this whole move and all settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to have an exterminator come over to the apartment the week I get into it to check to see if the place has mice. I hope not but he'll be able to tell me and hopefully close any holes he may find. I can not, I repeat, I can not live with mice. I will freaking lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great weekend and I'll be by to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7006055882059639855?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7006055882059639855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7006055882059639855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7006055882059639855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7006055882059639855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/coming-together.html' title='Coming Together'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5985080602394913297</id><published>2011-01-11T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:06:20.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>This is Why I Can't Stand You</title><content type='html'>Today was a prime example of why I hate mechanics and auto repair facilities. Yesterday I called an auto repair place to get a price on a new gas cap because the one on my Durango broke. I was quoted a price of $18.60. OK, no problem, I told the gentleman I'd be there sometime this week to pick one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I decided since I was already out running errands during lunch that I'd go by the dealership and pick up the gas cap. I walk up to the parts counter and ask the guy for the gas cap. Here is where things take an ugly turn for the worst. He looks at his computer screen, punch on a few keys, asks me for the year of my vehicle, punches some more keys then says, "It'll be $25.90." SCCRRRREEEECHHHH! Did he just say $25.90? I am by no means a penny pincher and spend money like it's water but even I have to pause at this and inquire what was up. "Uuuuhhh, that's a big difference from the $18.60 I was quoted yesterday. What's the difference between the two?" He rattled off some nonsense about how one was a simple in stock item and the other was a magical cap that would keep my tank filled forever and ever with gas and my car with hearts and flowers. I give him a blank look and he punches more keys then looks at me and then charges me the $18.60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard! If I hadn't called the day before this dude would have charged me all this money for this bullshit gas cap unbeknownst to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate mechanics and auto repair facilities. Why do they feel the need to always rip you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5985080602394913297?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5985080602394913297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5985080602394913297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5985080602394913297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5985080602394913297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/this-is-why-i-cant-stand-you.html' title='This is Why I Can&apos;t Stand You'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4187759967223535910</id><published>2011-01-10T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:15:26.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>A Little of This, A Little of That</title><content type='html'>This weekend The Analyst finally came to retrieve the stuff he left at my house. I was more then irritated because he should have gotten the things he left 2 years ago. Then on top of that he wanted to leave certain things at my house which totally irritated me further. How dare you think my house is your dumping ground. I have my entire house that I have to dispose of, why would you further burden me with also having to unload your stuff too? The inconsideration of this guy is off the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if that wasn't bad enough he wanted me to drop him off at the airport later that day which would not have been a big deal had it been BWI but noooo, he had to pick the airport in DC, an hour away from me. An hour! I had to pass BWI, literally, to get to National. I was livid. When you inconvenience someone, you don't further inconvenience them by having them drive you an hour out of their way. Oy vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On happier news, I finally told my boss today that I was moving to Atlanta. The conversation went better then I thought. She said she would look into the alternative work pattern for me and see what is needed for me to do my job in Atlanta. Keeping my fingers crossed it all works out. At least she is receptive to the idea of me working from Atlanta. I'm still gonna keep on with my job search just in case. I always have to have a plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend. I'm off now to visit your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4187759967223535910?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4187759967223535910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4187759967223535910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4187759967223535910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4187759967223535910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='A Little of This, A Little of That'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7351763225588989869</id><published>2011-01-06T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:19:24.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 30 - What is Changing in Your Life</title><content type='html'>Wow! I can't believe that today is the last day of my 30 day challenge. Woohoo! So today's challenge is to describe what is changing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow my blog with any regularity you kinda already know. I am in the process of making my big move from Baltimore to Atlanta. In four weeks to be exact! This is the biggest thing I've ever done and I'm excited, nervous and overwhelmed at the same time. Although I have all of these emotions I am still pushing through because I know in my heart this needs to happen. I can not let nervousness and fear stop me from moving on to the next chapter in my life. I think that is where many people get stuck and block their blessings. They are too afraid to move on to something new and different because they are unsure of the future or the outcome and that is uncomfortable. My thing is God lets us know all the time what we should and shouldn't do, it's those unexplained feelings in the pit of your stomach or that little voice in your head. He is moving you to position you for the blessings he's ready to bestow upon you but you are too afraid of the unknown of the change to make that move and your blessings are blocked at that point because you are not where you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to let fear and discomfort stop me from doing what I know I need to do. It's very fearful and uncomfortable leaving your home that you've built your entire life, giving up your surroundings and family and friends and strike out on your own hundreds of miles away from everything you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I haven't always been this actualized. There were times in my life when I let the fear over take me and I didn't make necessary changes but as I grew I came to realize I was blocking my own blessings and to trust that little voice in my head, my intuition because that is God's way of communicating to me what he wants from me. So now I listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my employment situation will be once I land in Atlanta. I will tell my boss on Monday what my plans are and let the chips fall where they may but I am confident that whatever happens it will all work out. I am open and receptive to whatever is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about this new chapter in my life and I am looking forward to all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's changing in my life? Everything and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7351763225588989869?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7351763225588989869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7351763225588989869' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7351763225588989869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7351763225588989869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-30-what-is-changing-in-your-life.html' title='Day 30 - What is Changing in Your Life'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5035664917118813808</id><published>2011-01-05T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:19:59.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 - 10 Occasions When It's Good To Lie</title><content type='html'>Monday's post asked the question Does Honesty really Pay? Today I am going to give you 10 examples of when it's OK to lie to someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey, that casserole was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sure honey, you are the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nah babe, that dress doesn't make you look fat at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yeah, that short haircut is really becoming.&lt;br /&gt;5. Babe, that third boob is so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;6. No you don't need lypo.&lt;br /&gt;7. You do not need a nose job but if it makes you feel better then who am I to try to stop you.&lt;br /&gt;8. No, your kids aren't bad at all, they're just a little rambunctious.&lt;br /&gt;9. Saying no to you is hurting me more then you.&lt;br /&gt;10.I really wish I could help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5035664917118813808?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5035664917118813808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5035664917118813808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5035664917118813808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5035664917118813808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-29-10-occasions-when-its-good-to.html' title='Day 29 - 10 Occasions When It&apos;s Good To Lie'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-232910373440608033</id><published>2011-01-04T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:14:38.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 28 - When You See a Homeless Person, Do You Give Them Money?</title><content type='html'>We've all seen them. Homeless people milling around, often times begging for a little change for food. You look at the person in front of you and assess the situation. You try to determine if this person is legit or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When presented with this scenario, do you give the person a little change or do you keep walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it really depends on the person, the situation we are in and the mood I'm in. There is no other way to explain it. There are times I am compelled to give to the cause then there are times when I just brush them off with a simple wave of the hand. Why do I do that? Why are there some I give to and others I don't? I guess, as I said, it boils down to the person, the situation we are in and the mood I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when I was dating The Analyst and we went to a carry out restaurant. He went in to get us something to eat while I waited in the car. A homeless man approached The Analyst and asked for money for food. Since we were in front of a restaurant he decided to go in and get the gentleman food instead of giving him money. This dude took the food, walked around to the side of the building, dropped the bag on the sidewalk and walked back around to the front to beg for more money. Clearly this guy wanted money for drugs or alcohol and not food. I would never support any one's drug habit. Hell, I don't buy cigarettes for people. How do you know though? How do you know that this person wants the money legitimately or simply to fuel a drug habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;give to the homeless man or woman that you see in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-232910373440608033?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/232910373440608033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=232910373440608033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/232910373440608033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/232910373440608033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-28-when-you-see-homeless-person-do.html' title='Day 28 - When You See a Homeless Person, Do You Give Them Money?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5338088808477038481</id><published>2011-01-03T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:00:07.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 27 - Does Honesty Really Pay?</title><content type='html'>So most of us believe that being honest with someone is usually the best policy. We should be able to be as tactfully honest as possible when confronted with giving our opinion but when is it the best policy to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be so honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I am honest with people because I want them to be honest with me but when it comes to possibly hurting someones feelings I tend to be a little less honest then usual. There are times though, when I could care less about hurting feelings. Those tend to be times when a little tough love is in order. I'm good at dolling out tough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks be if I like a particular outfit I'll give them my very honest opinion with a healthy dose of tact of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that being honest in every situation is necessarily the best policy. Take for instance you are on a date with someone you like. This is maybe the 3rd or 4th date and they decided to cook for you. You taste this absolutely awful mess and instantly want to puke. What do you do? You really, really, really like this person and want to get to know them. In this case, I would grin and bear it and keep my trap shut about how bad the food really is. I'd wait until we were a little more solid and comfortable with each other and very casually and tactfully let them know they no longer need to ever prepare food for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5338088808477038481?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5338088808477038481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5338088808477038481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5338088808477038481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5338088808477038481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-26-does-honesty-really-pay.html' title='Day 27 - Does Honesty Really Pay?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4870527668338981693</id><published>2011-01-02T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:49:18.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 26 - A Little out of It</title><content type='html'>Wow...only 3 more days in this 30 day blog challenge.  These challenges do go by really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just a lazy Sunday afternoon.  I feel my engergy level is at Zero. I feel like a sloth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling the rental office of the apartment I found in Lithonia GA.  I wanted a floor plan of the 2 bedroom with loft that I rented but they are closed.  I accidently gave the one they gave me back to them when I turned in my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get them to fax it over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great sunday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4870527668338981693?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4870527668338981693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4870527668338981693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4870527668338981693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4870527668338981693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-26-little-out-of-it.html' title='Day 26 - A Little out of It'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4227170805150301686</id><published>2011-01-01T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:21:45.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 25 - A Whole New year</title><content type='html'>I trust everyone had a wonderful and safe new year. Did anybody get shit faced drunk? I totally slept through the new year as I knew I would. I was totally wiped out from my 2 day travel extravaganza. I was rudely awaken by the loud sounds of "POP" "POP" "POP".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a new year of many changes to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a New Years brunch at a friends house this afternoon. I just have to muster up the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4227170805150301686?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4227170805150301686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4227170805150301686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4227170805150301686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4227170805150301686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2011/01/day-25-whole-new-year.html' title='Day 25 - A Whole New year'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1822384719095435057</id><published>2010-12-31T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:16:01.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - Prepping For The Change</title><content type='html'>This week has been really crazy for me. I flew into Atlanta on Sunday to search for an apartment to live in. Each night I compiled a list of places to visit, the next day I visited those places then come back to the hotel and compile a new list and go out the next day and repeat the cycle until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip started of really rocky and had me questioning whether this was the right move. A coworker offered to drive me to the airport on Sunday and pick me up on Thursday night. I felt uneasy about that but I relented and agreed to let her take me. She called me the morning of and told me she was on her way. I was like cool, I still had about 15 mins. Why did this heifer call me back in 6 mins and said "I'm out front." What! I was not quite ready so I RUSHED to finish and run outside and forgot my cellphone! I don't think you heard me..I FORGOT MY CELLPHONE!!! I had a mini melt down. That phone had all the numbers and addresses and reminders that I needed. I don't know anyone's number by heart. How was I going to manage not being able to communicate with people for a week? Then I realized I had my spare phone that I use for my Atlanta job search. It had most of the numbers of the people I would need so I'd be able to function at least. Cool. I still felt out of sorts but it was at least bearable. I get to the hotel and reached in my bag to pull out my charger because I specifically put it on the bed at home so that I could pack it so I knew it was in the bag. Uh, no. I pulled out everything in my bag and there was no charger. I had the car and house charger for my blackberry...that I left home...but not for the palm...that I had with me. I was also in a panic at the airport because I was supposed to use my blackberry's GPS to get around while I was in Atlanta. How the hell was I supposed to get to all the apartments I was supposed to visit? When I got to the rental car counter I asked the woman for a car with a GPS. At first she said she didn't have one. I panicked. How was I going to get to the hotel much less all my apartments. I almost had a melt down right there but she finally found a car. This cost me an extra $110. Shear joy. The next day I find a mall to purchase a charger for my phone and they didn't have one because this spare phone is so old. Again, I almost had a melt down as I had no charge left on my phone and I still had 4 days in Atlanta. The store clerk told me of another mall that might have one. I get there and that store didn't have one either. OK I was really started to freak out. Like what was the universe trying to tell me about this trip, more importantly, this move? I walked out of the store and walk a few feet and BAM! I spotted a cell phone accessory kiosk! OK, They have got to have a charger. I go up to the clerk and lo and behold, she had a charger!! Yes! I make my purchase and head to the car to begin my apartment search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip got better and I ultimately did settle on an apartment in Lithonia. I was debating between Lithonia and Duluth. I applied and the leasing agent just texted me that the app was approved so that is a done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to the airport last night to make it home, sat in the airport for 4 hours due to delays then they finally canceled the flight at 11:30pm. UGH! They herded us to the customer service desk to rebook us for this morning and give us hotel vouchers. I get to the hotel at 12:30 and had to get up at 4:30am to make it the airport in time for my flight to Newark NJ then a four hour layover before reaching home 2:13 this afternoon. This has become the trip from hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on sleeping in late this morning then shopping later, instead I am stuck in the airport, again, today. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1822384719095435057?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1822384719095435057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1822384719095435057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1822384719095435057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1822384719095435057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-24-prepping-for-change.html' title='Day 24 - Prepping For The Change'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7977578858400531487</id><published>2010-12-30T08:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:58:54.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 23 - Busy, Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,  today's post will be very short and sweet.  I have ALOT on my plate today so I don't have time to do a regular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off work tomorrow so I will do a nice post explaining all that has been going on this week.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7977578858400531487?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7977578858400531487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7977578858400531487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7977578858400531487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7977578858400531487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-23-busy-busy-busy.html' title='Day 23 - Busy, Busy Busy'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-2269069256303300120</id><published>2010-12-29T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:50:28.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 22 - Something Is Wrong With You</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloghearts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those in the Northeast are digging out of their blizzard and able to move around. I feel so neglectful because I haven't had a chance to stop by your spots recently but trust me I will within the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting with family the other day and found out something very interesting. I think my cousin maybe be a little socially "off". This dude is 40 years old, lives with his parents, works at Baby's R Us as a sales associate and does not own a car. His parents gave him a car and took it away when he was caught "abusing" his driving privileges by having others drive his car so now his mom has to pick him up from work. Did I mention he is a 40 year old man!? Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a lost for words. I don't know any 40 year old man that lives with his parents and have them controlling his driving. Clearly there is something seriously wrong with dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and I will be by and visit your blogs as soon as I can. I've been on a mission the last few days that I will explain it all to you on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-2269069256303300120?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/2269069256303300120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=2269069256303300120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2269069256303300120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2269069256303300120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-22-something-is-wring-with-you.html' title='Day 22 - Something Is Wrong With You'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-2038115499230481500</id><published>2010-12-28T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:00:03.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 21 - Expiration Dates</title><content type='html'>How much attention do you pay to expiration dates on your food? I ran across people that really don't pay much attention. They are very loose when it comes to those dates and they ink out several more days before they dispose of the food in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I am ANAL about expiration dates. I stalk my eggs and milk relentlessly making sure I don't ingest those items after that all important date inked on the carton. I'm no fool. If any item is in my refrigerator past its date I act like I am with the CDC coming in contact with hazardous materials. I put on my mask, my goggles, my hazmat suite and gloves to dispose of the offending item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a freak like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-2038115499230481500?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/2038115499230481500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=2038115499230481500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2038115499230481500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2038115499230481500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-21-expiration-dates.html' title='Day 21 - Expiration Dates'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4831118760260901615</id><published>2010-12-27T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:02:00.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - What Should I Call You?</title><content type='html'>When I was young and dating we gave titles to our position in the relationship as we grew closer. We were either girlfriend or boyfriend. We were all proud to be called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend or boyfriend. That let the world know we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and off the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've gotten older though, I've had a change of heart regarding that term "boyfriend" or "girlfriend". I feel that I am a little too old to refer to a grown ass man as my boyfriend. But with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; comes a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, what &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; I call the new guy in my life? Once I get one that is. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was dating The Analyst I once referred to him as "my friend" to someone I was speaking to and he hit the roof. "&lt;em&gt;I'm NOT your friend! I'm your boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;!" I knew that but it kinda sounds juvenile coming from a grown ass woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "friend" is not appropriate and "boyfriend" doesn't feel right then what in the clam bake &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; I supposed to say?  "Manfriend" doesn't sound right either.  I mean it's cute and quirky in familiar company but if you are at a social event, say for work perhaps, then introducing him as "This is Jim, my manfriend" is a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call your significant other? What do you say to let others know you two are an item without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sounding&lt;/span&gt; as if you are on your way to your locker to get your Chemistry book before the class bell rings? This is actually a slight issue for a few folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4831118760260901615?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4831118760260901615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4831118760260901615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4831118760260901615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4831118760260901615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-20-what-should-i-call-you.html' title='Day 20 - What Should I Call You?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-1528570070936246374</id><published>2010-12-26T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:08:00.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - It's a Wrap</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that everyone had a great Christmas. Mine was pretty good actually. I'm just glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on travel at the moment and guess what? I left my damn cell phone at home. I feel so lost. I will be away from home for 5 days without my cell phone. I do have a cell phone with me that I use in my GA job search but it doesn't have all my "stuff" that I need so I feel lost. I'm not sure how I'm gonna make it this week people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-1528570070936246374?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/1528570070936246374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=1528570070936246374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1528570070936246374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/1528570070936246374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-19-its-wrap.html' title='Day 19 - It&apos;s a Wrap'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3133010380421043189</id><published>2010-12-25T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:46:18.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Day 18 -Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone is busy with family and friends I will keep this post simple and just wish you all a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Santa brings you exactly what you want this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3133010380421043189?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3133010380421043189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3133010380421043189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3133010380421043189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3133010380421043189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-18-merry-christmas.html' title='Day 18 -Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-65489863271539162</id><published>2010-12-24T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:00:52.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ask Tee'/><title type='text'>Day 17 - Ask Tee</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been like forever since I've done an Ask Tee segment so I thought it was about time. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Tee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of a very strong willed 13 year old. He doesn't listen to me at all. I'll tell him to do something like take out the trash or clean his room or turn off the TV and he just ignores me as if I am not even standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try handing down punishments because I know that's what I need to do but I feel so bad that I give in to him and rescind the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get this kid to listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Terry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Terry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an unusual complaint from parents. The problem here is that you don't follow through when doling out the punishment so he sees you as a push over. He doesn't see any consequence so he will not change his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to do is grow a pair and hand out stiff punishments and stick with it. Let him know there are severe consequences if he defies you. If a child realizes that there are no consequences to his bad behavior he has no reason to stop. Be strict and follow through. He'll get the message. It's called tough love for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions you'd like the blogging family to give their opinion on just send me an email to asktee@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-65489863271539162?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/65489863271539162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=65489863271539162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/65489863271539162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/65489863271539162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-17-ask-tee.html' title='Day 17 - Ask Tee'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6663277442772773120</id><published>2010-12-23T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:00:01.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16 - My New Favorite Thing Ever!</title><content type='html'>You guys might think I'm a freak for revealing this but I've wanted a pink fuzzy pen for &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt;! I went to like 3 or 4 stores looking for one but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went into Walgreens to pick up some crap when I noticed by the check out counter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TQ-MNV_3TfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/p8UViNV3Mro/s1600/Pen%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552811026442309106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TQ-MNV_3TfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/p8UViNV3Mro/s320/Pen%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! Exactly the type of pen I was looking for! So you know I had to get one. Then I decided I needed two so I picked up another and purchased two pens. I love them. I have one for my desk at work and one for my purse. SCORE! When I got in the car I noticed that the clerk actually put another one in my bag so I ended up with 3 of these little babies!!! I would have taken the third one back but it was only $2 so I said screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, upon further inspection I noticed two things. One, this pen is in support of breast cancer. See the plastic ribbon on the top? Secondly, the ribbon lights up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TQ-M-NWbfdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2uZcLYZR3qw/s1600/pen%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552811865934626258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TQ-M-NWbfdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2uZcLYZR3qw/s320/pen%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a geek, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6663277442772773120?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6663277442772773120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6663277442772773120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6663277442772773120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6663277442772773120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-16-my-new-favorite-thing-ever.html' title='Day 16 - My New Favorite Thing Ever!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TQ-MNV_3TfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/p8UViNV3Mro/s72-c/Pen%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6400502786391865438</id><published>2010-12-22T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:02:00.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - What Do You Want Your Legacy To Be?</title><content type='html'>Whew! We are half way through. This month long blogging sure does go by fast. Today I am supposed to determine what I want my legacy to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually thought of it before and this challenge has forced me to face this and I am grateful for that actually so that I can sort of check myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to leave a legacy of goodness and generosity. I try to treat others as I would like to be treated and I try to help people as best I can without putting myself or family in jeopardy or feel as if I am being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be viewed as being the best friend as I can be. I'm sure some would disagree but I never said I was perfect. I try my best to be the best me I can at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to develop a children's charity at some point to help these kids be their very best. I want to work on that in the next year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want there to be something between my dash besides dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6400502786391865438?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6400502786391865438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6400502786391865438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6400502786391865438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6400502786391865438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-15-what-do-you-want-your-legacy-to.html' title='Day 15 - What Do You Want Your Legacy To Be?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-722466685763978898</id><published>2010-12-21T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:00:02.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - Do You Have Any Regrets</title><content type='html'>So here we are on Day 14 and I am supposed to detail any regrets that I have. I can't imagine anyone who has lived, and I mean really lived, that doesn't have a regret or two at some point in their life. I do have a few and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, James, James, James, Van, Maurice, Martin, Marcus, Neal, Jerel, Mark, Johnny, Stanley, Rob and Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-722466685763978898?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/722466685763978898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=722466685763978898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/722466685763978898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/722466685763978898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-14-do-you-have-any-regrets.html' title='Day 14 - Do You Have Any Regrets'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5420310521268514332</id><published>2010-12-20T10:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:39:41.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - Dear Me</title><content type='html'>Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you in several decades and I am writing to you from the future. I know you are only 16 years old right now but when you read this know that I am writing this to field off alot of mistakes you are going to make as you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crush alot on really cute boys. When you get 18 you are going to start having sex with some of them. Take it from me, hold off. There is no need to have sex so soon. You will like Prince 2.0 when you meet him in a couple of years but he is not worth you giving him your virginity. Hold off. Also, there are a bunch of guys that you will meet that you will want to sleep with...DON'T. You'll thank me later. You will appreciate the ones you do have sex with when you are older alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you love your parents more and show them more respect then you do because, trust me, when you grow up to be me they are not around and you will miss them with every fiber of your being and wish you had more time with them to show them you loved them more so please be a better daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend as much time with your grandparents as you can and really appreciate them. Soak up their knowledge because when you are me you will regret and be sad that all that wisdom is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you get involved with extra curricular activities so that you can develop some really serious interests in things. When you get to be me if you don't you will regret it because you'll find that you don't have a real interest in any one thing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet Morris next year do not, and I repeat, do not write him that letter you will be tempted to write. Trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet your future husband, The Douche, please walk right past him. Do not marry this idiot. You'll be glad you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet Mr. NC, hold on to him for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to take a liking to fashion and makeup, pursue this in the next couple of years. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I help you be a better you when you are me. Take care of yourself now so that I don't suffer later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5420310521268514332?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5420310521268514332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5420310521268514332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5420310521268514332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5420310521268514332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-13-dear-me.html' title='Day 13 - Dear Me'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3958576273000429467</id><published>2010-12-19T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:39:19.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - 10 Things I'd Like To Learn</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloghearts.  Today's blog challenge has me listing 10 things I'd like to learn.  So, in no specific order, here are the things I'd like to learn before too long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd like to learn to speak Spanish fluently.  I took a spanish class but haven't used it in ages so I need a serious refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd like to learn to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd like to learn to be a makeup artist.  That is actually on my short list of things to do immediately once I move to Atlanta in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd like to learn to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd like to learn the in's and out's of being a fashion stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd like to learn to style hair really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'd like to learn to apply false eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'd like to learn to be a financial analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'd like to learn graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I'd like to learn movie editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my list.  Feel free to add your own in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles!! Love you long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3958576273000429467?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3958576273000429467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3958576273000429467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3958576273000429467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3958576273000429467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-12-10-things-id-like-to-learn.html' title='Day 12 - 10 Things I&apos;d Like To Learn'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5574019528099927436</id><published>2010-12-18T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:20:43.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - What Would I Do?</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked what I would do if I saw a spider in my bedroom......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run like hell. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5574019528099927436?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5574019528099927436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5574019528099927436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5574019528099927436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5574019528099927436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-11-what-would-i-do.html' title='Day 11 - What Would I Do?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3592645457593769195</id><published>2010-12-17T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:20:56.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10 - Describe Something You Lost That You Want Back.</title><content type='html'>In this post I am supposed to describe something I lost that I want back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3592645457593769195?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3592645457593769195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3592645457593769195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3592645457593769195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3592645457593769195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-10-describe-something-you-lost-that.html' title='Day 10 - Describe Something You Lost That You Want Back.'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7428560677396381140</id><published>2010-12-16T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:10:31.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9 - My Most Favoritest Video Game Ever!</title><content type='html'>I love video games. When I was a kid the corner stores used to have video games in their lobby and we kids would play, Donkey Kong, Space Invaders and my personal favorite, Galaga. The games were only a quarter and we'd spend hours playing. Of course my father thought that was a total waste of time and money. Parents are so lame and just don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year my parents bought my siblings and me our very own video game console. Oh we were the happiest kids in the whole neighborhood that year. They bought us an Atari 2600! Yeah baby! We were the envy of the whole block. My favorite game then was Pong. I'd spend hours trying to keep that little ball volleying back and forth between those two sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good until that heifer next door got the Atari 5200. I hate show offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7428560677396381140?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7428560677396381140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7428560677396381140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7428560677396381140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7428560677396381140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-9-my-most-favoritest-video-game.html' title='Day 9 - My Most Favoritest Video Game Ever!'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7777537467729974502</id><published>2010-12-15T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:00:00.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Who Was Your Arch Enemy in School?</title><content type='html'>Oh I remember my arch enemy very well. Her name was Lisa and we were 10 years old and in the 5th grade together. I couldn't stand that girl. She made my life hell. She thought she was better then me and all I wanted to do was punch her in the face but I wasn't the violent type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she decided she wanted to pick a fight with me. All day she kept saying little rude and nasty things and I just ignored her. I had on a dress that day and I was being a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school was out and I was walking to the car to go home she and her little groupies followed me all the way through the school yard to where the smaller kids were where I was to meet my little sister. She was still yammering in my ear and all I kept thinking was that I was wearing a dress and I didn't want to fight her at that moment but I was truly tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year before I fought a girl by the name of Olivia Logan and whupped her ass. Lisa's little cronies began saying to her that maybe she should leave me alone because I did beat up Olivia. I think she came to her senses because she did eventually back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school I made sure I wore pants so that I could kick Lisa's ass but she never said anything to me. She didn't so much as glance in my direction that whole day. I was a little disappointed though because I actually wanted to fight her. Yeah, I was a feisty little 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, if you are reading this now I am wearing pants today. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7777537467729974502?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7777537467729974502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7777537467729974502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7777537467729974502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7777537467729974502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-8-who-was-your-arch-enemy-in-school.html' title='Day 8 - Who Was Your Arch Enemy in School?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3909526644291794211</id><published>2010-12-14T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:00:07.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day #7 - Describe Your Most Vivid Halloween Memory</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's not Halloween time but that doesn't mean we can't still discuss it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one such Halloween when my older cousin and my aunt took us Trick or Treating. Oh we kids were excited. We put on our scariest costumes and ventured out into the neighborhood in search of our treats. This was back when kids would Trick or Treat in the dark at night. Oh how times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were only half finished our little adventure when things suddenly took a turn for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking down the street where I lived and found ourselves ironically in front of my house. We had started from my grandmothers house which was about four blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching my house with the intent on continuing on as we weren't yet finished begging for candy, when we heard a rather loud "Pop pop!" We turned in the direction of this noise and saw two dudes slinging it out as if they were in a bad western movie. They were waving their guns and firing them when they thought they had a clear shot. We immediately dashed behind a bush in front of my house for cover. I remember never being as terrified as I was that night. The gun battle went of for another 5 minutes or so. Once it was over my cousin and aunt gathered all us kids up and we cut our Trick or Treating short right then and there and made a hasty retreat back to my grandmothers house to wait for my parents to come pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that was the last time I'd gone Trick or Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3909526644291794211?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3909526644291794211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3909526644291794211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3909526644291794211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3909526644291794211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-7-describe-your-most-vivid.html' title='Day #7 - Describe Your Most Vivid Halloween Memory'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4982138045670641827</id><published>2010-12-13T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:19:54.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6 - Where Was Your First Kiss?</title><content type='html'>OK, so today we will discuss first kisses. I remember my first kiss so very vividly. I was 11 years old and had a huge crush on the neighborhood bad boy named Dwayne. Oh I loved him madly so you can guess my excitement when he asked me to be his girlfriend. Hellz yeah! It lasted all but a week but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this huge box somewhere in the neighborhood and somehow it found it's way to my front yard. Dwayne and I slipped into this box for a little privacy and so did my little sister and her boyfriend. This is where we all decided to share our first kiss together. Dwayne leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. It's funny because I swear I saw fireworks and felt grenades go off and the earth moved. It was crazy. That was it, I was hooked on kissing from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my father found out about my little adventure and was none too happy about it. He insisted I was too young to be "courting". I was like "huh?" My mom stepped in and said, "She doesn't know what courting means." and he left it alone at that point but I certainly did know what it meant and I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4982138045670641827?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4982138045670641827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4982138045670641827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4982138045670641827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4982138045670641827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-6-where-was-your-first-kiss.html' title='Day 6 - Where Was Your First Kiss?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-659443531515826120</id><published>2010-12-12T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:24:39.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5 - My Blog Name</title><content type='html'>So today I am supposed to explain how I came up with my blog's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty simple actually. When I started this blog it was with the intent of just jotting down random thoughts and experiences. Whatever came to mind, just life's happenings. So I came up with the name The Diva's Random Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you come up with your blog name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-659443531515826120?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/659443531515826120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=659443531515826120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/659443531515826120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/659443531515826120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-5-my-blog-name.html' title='Day 5 - My Blog Name'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-8200516941585973318</id><published>2010-12-11T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:58:14.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - PC or MAC?</title><content type='html'>Today's post is asking if you are a PC or MAC person?  I have never used a MAC before.  I am a completel PC person.  I love PC's.  MAC's are too confusing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a MAC person or PC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-8200516941585973318?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/8200516941585973318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=8200516941585973318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8200516941585973318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8200516941585973318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-4-pc-or-mac.html' title='Day 4 - PC or MAC?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3768524866644223763</id><published>2010-12-10T12:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:45:10.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's almost that time of year, time when we make resolutions. We resolute to lose weight, exercise more, eat healthier, become a better person, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll I'm here to tell you that I like my unhealthy eating, non-exercising, evil, fat ass just the way I am so I will not be making any New Years resolutions this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've tried the whole resolution thing before and by January 5th that shit was out the door. Who am I kidding, there was no chance in hell I was going to keep those promises. So here I am, take me or leave me just the way my lovable ass is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you make resolutions and are you better at keeping them then I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3768524866644223763?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3768524866644223763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3768524866644223763' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3768524866644223763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3768524866644223763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-3-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Day 3 - New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5710233186069756886</id><published>2010-12-09T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:22:03.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2 - Roommates from Hell</title><content type='html'>So here is day 2 of my 30 day blog challenge. I'm sure many of you reading this have had roommates in the past or maybe currently in a roommate situation. Some of you may even have really great roommates and you guys get along well. Well screw you all because my situation was hell and I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, right after the civil war, I became really friendly with a group of male and female exotic dancers. It was a fun time in my life. We would hang out and club every night of the week. Aaaawwww, to be young and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my female friends in this circle and I decided to rent an apartment together. YES! This would be non stop fun for me. I was psyched. We began our search and found a really cute townhouse to rent. We made preparations to move in. The day of our move in should have given me a clue as to how this whole situation was going to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had scheduled my brother and cousin to move my stuff in while I was at work. When I got to the apartment they hadn't finished my move because my roommates had them move a few of their stuff too. Excuse me! You were supposed to secure your own movers. I was heated but let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one living there that owned a car and it was fast becoming evident to me that these bitches were expecting me to haul them everywhere they needed to go and would get upset if I had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw came when I had a job interview scheduled. The day before I needed to prep for it, print out resumes, etc. So I decided to go to my parents house since they had a typewriter. Shush! I told my roommates I was leaving and they got upset because I wasn't going to be back in time to take them to the club they wanted to attend that night. yeah, exactly. I was ticked off that they thought hanging out in a club was more important then my landing this job. I was not their chauffeur. I decided I needed a break from them and stayed the night at my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home the next day to get ready for work I noticed that they cleaned up the house but left my bed unmade and piled some dirty clothes on top of it. That was the last straw. I called my parents when I got to work, first thing, and arranged for them to help me move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that day as well that some friends had called the house looking for me and they were rude to them Oh no, that does not work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my father at his shop that he owned once I got off work. My mother, her friend, my brother and cousin all met at my fathers shop and we caravaned over to my house and started hauling shit out of there. The looks on their faces was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownest to them I had also scheduled to have the phone cut off because it was in my name and I didn't want them to run up the bill. You had to pay for long distance calls in those olden days. They were none to happy about that. They called me the next day when they realized the phone was off to inquire why I hadn't told them of my plans. *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first and last roommate situation Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have roommate horror stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5710233186069756886?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5710233186069756886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5710233186069756886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5710233186069756886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5710233186069756886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-2-roommates-from-hell.html' title='Day 2 - Roommates from Hell'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-9175232478091234520</id><published>2010-12-08T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:00:33.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1 - When Someone Asks For Your Opinion Are You Always Honest?</title><content type='html'>Hi Bloghearts! Today marks the first day of my 30 Day Blog Challenge. I had such a ball doing it before that I decided to do it again. So today's topic is giving your opinion. When doing so are you always honest with the person that asked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it depends on the person asking. If its a relative or friend I am very honest. Not brutally but with tact. If someone asks me about their significant other I am very honest on what I think. If they ask me about an outfit they are planning on wearing I am very honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example of such an incident. Crazy, Clueless and I were in my car driving to a function we were attending. Clueless asks me what I think on the recent research that wearing bras can contribute to breast cancer. I told her that I think it's disgusting to go braless. It's tasteless to go around flopping in the wind and that little research wasn't enough to make me change my mind. Crazy pipes up from the back seat and says, "Well I think if it saves lives I'm not wearing a bra any more." I said," Eeeeiiiiwwwww! That's disgusting. I can never see just having the girls flopping every which way." She said, "There are cultures that don't believe in wearing bras." I said, "We are not there. We are in America and in America we wear bras." She got really quiet, I guess because she was mad that I didn't agree with her. I'm not the type of person that jumps on the bandwagon of every crazy research or fad. Come on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine told me what she was planning on naming her son when he was born and I immediately said, "Eeeiiiwwww! Are you serious? That is a horrible name." If you don't want the truth don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if we are talking about clients or my bosses, then I might not be as honest as previously mentioned.  That might not be in my best interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you always honest with people when giving them your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-9175232478091234520?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/9175232478091234520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=9175232478091234520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9175232478091234520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9175232478091234520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/day-1-when-someone-asks-for-your.html' title='Day 1 - When Someone Asks For Your Opinion Are You Always Honest?'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3039076534452532030</id><published>2010-12-06T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:23:23.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Randomness and What's Coming in the Future.</title><content type='html'>I am so not myself today. After a crushing defeat my Ravens experienced at the hands of the Squealers, I mean Steelers last night I just can't function today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I can get over this loss. I"m glad it wasn't a beat down or a slaughter. It was a respectable 10-13 loss but still. It doesn't lessen the pain any. Oh well.....hold on....give me a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've mapped out my timeline and plan for my move to Atlanta! I am so excited about this. It feels real now and I can't wait. I just put in for a few days off so that I can fly down there and check out a few more apartments and line up some interviews with a few head hunters. Wish me luck. I'll keep you all posted on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with my 30 Day Blog Challenge that I am going to do it again!!!! I really did have a blast! Starting Thursday I will, again, blog for 30 straight days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to join in on the fun please feel free. All you have to do is post on your blog and link back to my blog in your post so that everyone knows you are participating. I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post specific topics for specific days you can blog about but I may veer off those topics if something exciting or interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3039076534452532030?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3039076534452532030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3039076534452532030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3039076534452532030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3039076534452532030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/randomness-and-whats-coming-in-future.html' title='Randomness and What&apos;s Coming in the Future.'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-9215382189965942722</id><published>2010-12-02T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:58:43.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>My Newest Addiction/Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I am a reality TV junkie. I love reality TV. Good, bad, trashy, I don't care, I love reality TV. One such show I've found that I love is Jerseylicious. Don't judge me. I love that show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I was born in Jersey because if that was the case I'd like Jersey Shore and I hate that show. I'm all about fashion, hair and makeup and this show is right up my alley. It focuses more on fighting and drama then fashion, hair and makeup but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the unmitigated hate because Olivia and Tracy. Alexa gets on my nerves and I am so glad Gayle is about to fire her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Frankie and Gigi together. They are too cute. Why is Anthony managing the Gatsby when he has his own shop to run? That is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that watches this show? OK, I'll leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-9215382189965942722?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/9215382189965942722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=9215382189965942722' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9215382189965942722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/9215382189965942722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/my-newest-addictionguilty-pleasure.html' title='My Newest Addiction/Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6232046804490033050</id><published>2010-12-01T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:21:22.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>I Finally Figured It Out</title><content type='html'>Ok folks. I finally figured out why I don't have a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the employee break room yesterday morning getting coffee so that I could curb my hunger until lunch time when I noticed my crush was already in there. It seems that every morning I go in there &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;is there. Anyway, I give him a very nonchalant, "Morning". Very cool. Never give 'em too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumping my 15th package of sugar in my mug when I turned around to deposit it into the trash can then IT happened. I tripped over my feet!! There was nothing on the ground! I stumbled on nothing! I did what any self respecting clutz would do, I looked down to see what I may have tripped over. Smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah people, I'm smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6232046804490033050?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6232046804490033050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6232046804490033050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6232046804490033050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6232046804490033050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/12/i-finally-figured-it-out.html' title='I Finally Figured It Out'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4845329867586966304</id><published>2010-11-29T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:30:22.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>It's Clearer Now</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day of vacation and it sucks. I've been off for the last six days and I have been having a ball with this free time. I could really get used to a life of luxury. With that said tomorrow I return to the land of the employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually after a vacation I'm ready to get back to work but not this time. I'm enjoying getting up at noon and staying in my PJ's all day. Eating all day. Yeah, this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating McDonald's, ice cream, pies, pasta, all kinds of goodies. Wait a minute....let's think about this for a minute. Since I've been home I've been eating like I've lost my mind. Maybe I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;need to get my butt back to work and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4845329867586966304?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4845329867586966304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4845329867586966304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4845329867586966304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4845329867586966304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/its-clearer-now.html' title='It&apos;s Clearer Now'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5812005359791985991</id><published>2010-11-23T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:45:50.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>Dating 2 or More People is Tough!  I Don't Know How Men Do It.</title><content type='html'>OK, so I am not dating two or more guys currently and I don't advocate doing so by any means. Hell, I'm not even dating one but that's not to say I didn't partake in such behavior in my youth. That's what you are supposed to do when you are young, hang out and party and date your ass off. Right? Don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in ancient times when I was in my mid 20's and I was dating a guy I'll call Prince 2.0 and this other gentleman I'll call Crispy. They both knew each other existed but neither knew I was involved with the other. This was a second go round for Prince 2.0 and I as we dated when I was 18 years old. He was my first boyfriend and the guy that I lost my virginity too. That was an experience and a half which I will tell you about some other time. Anyway, Prince 2.0 and I found each other again years after our breakup and decided to give it another shot. I was too much of a wuss to tell Crispy that I was getting involved with Prince 2.0 again so I thought it best to date them both until I sorted this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening Prince 2.0 decided he wanted to hang out downtown. There was a really popular block back in the day for all the young folk to hang out because it held two very popular clubs, Odells (you know if you belong!) and Signals around the corner. I loved both of these spots. Well, Prince 2.0 decided he wanted to go out and see the happenings around these two spots. Now, the entertainment isn't always going into the venue but finding a nice area on which to perch yourself upon and just watch the activity of the people hanging out in the street outside the club. Oh the sights you'd see. We could literally stand outside and people watch for hours. So Prince 2.0 and I were outside of Signals hanging out with the crowd having a really great time when I looked over to my left and who did I see making his way through the crowd? You guessed it, none other then Crispy. I did what any self respecting serial dater would do when faced with the possibility of getting caught. I ducked down beside a car until Crispy had passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince 2.0 looked down at me and was all, "OK, what the hell are you doing down there?" I was lost for words and was like, "Uh, it's late. I see my brother down here looking for me . I think I need to go home now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Prince 2.0 was all, "Alright let's roll." and I stood up and sprinted in the other direction so that Crispy couldn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince 2.0 was all, "Slow down! You know I can't run in these boots. There too high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the car and drive off never to speak of this incident ever again and no one was the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't think I could get away with the same behavior today. Hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5812005359791985991?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5812005359791985991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5812005359791985991' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5812005359791985991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5812005359791985991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/dating-2-or-more-people-is-tough-i-dont.html' title='Dating 2 or More People is Tough!  I Don&apos;t Know How Men Do It.'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6274592299122358237</id><published>2010-11-22T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:00:07.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest man'/><title type='text'>Diva's 2010 Sexiest Men Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello ladies and gentlemen. It is that time of year again. Time to release my fourth annual sexiest men alive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to add your comments to the post as usual. If you want to catch up on past lists &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/search/label/sexiest%20man"&gt;then check this link out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out further ado, here are 2010 sexiest men alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOl0cJLAbhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ws_SZ2_6ObM/s1600/taylor-lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542088843303349778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOl0cJLAbhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ws_SZ2_6ObM/s320/taylor-lautner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlwJw5wqvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5K_FJOxNMHE/s1600/hugh-jackman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084129504406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlwJw5wqvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5K_FJOxNMHE/s320/hugh-jackman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyMZrUl5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3p6SyUc2tjE/s1600/lenny-kravitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086373832693650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyMZrUl5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3p6SyUc2tjE/s320/lenny-kravitz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Somerhalder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyatVPESI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ll6LlM4tstI/s1600/Ian-somerhalder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086619626934562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyatVPESI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ll6LlM4tstI/s320/Ian-somerhalder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyrCpO6cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XmPYOHM1YWc/s1600/eric-dane-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086900225862082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlyrCpO6cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XmPYOHM1YWc/s320/eric-dane-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOly4OLM50I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gt0Z_XDFvYg/s1600/ryan-reynolds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087126659426114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOly4OLM50I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gt0Z_XDFvYg/s320/ryan-reynolds3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Pines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzD1O7GKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sd6B0LGc_Ek/s1600/chris%2Bpines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087326122580130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzD1O7GKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sd6B0LGc_Ek/s320/chris%2Bpines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzNgTWraI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xETeY7ZXRR8/s1600/mario%2Blopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087492302712226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzNgTWraI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xETeY7ZXRR8/s320/mario%2Blopez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksim Chmerkovskiy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzdAm8SKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/japm662Tq7U/s1600/maksim_chmerkovskiy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087758672840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlzdAm8SKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/japm662Tq7U/s320/maksim_chmerkovskiy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The #1 sexiest man alive for 2010 is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlztFD0pII/AAAAAAAAAhA/GBWm676qXWo/s1600/Jesse_Williams_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542088034745623682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOlztFD0pII/AAAAAAAAAhA/GBWm676qXWo/s320/Jesse_Williams_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!! the sxexiest men of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6274592299122358237?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6274592299122358237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6274592299122358237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6274592299122358237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6274592299122358237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/divas-2010-sexiest-men-alive.html' title='Diva&apos;s 2010 Sexiest Men Alive'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOl0cJLAbhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ws_SZ2_6ObM/s72-c/taylor-lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6193846640660261904</id><published>2010-11-19T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:18:08.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>My This Kitchen Smells - Day 30</title><content type='html'>This is it!! I've completed my 30 day challenge! Whew hoo!! These 30 days actually flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am to describe my most vivid memory of our kitchen growing up. This is way appropriate seeings that next week is Thanksgiving and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved around alot as a kid so there wasn't one particular kitchen that stands out. When you are a kid one kitchen looks like the next but what I do remember are the holidays in those kitchens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Thanksgiving and Christmas my father would commandeer the kitchen and kick my mother out. He had work to do. My father loved to bake, a trait he got from my southern Alabamian grandmother. Each year he would systematically go to the grocery store and purchase all of his ingredients. He'd come home and meticulously put it all together and create these culinary masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sit back and just watch him work. It wasn't a holiday until daddy would perform his magic in the kitchen. Oh the smells that would emanate from that oven were heaven. It gave me such warmth. It just wasn't the holiday until my father performed his magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd bake until the wee hours of the morning, way past my bed time so when I awoke the next morning there would be all kinds of cakes and pies on the counter. It was like the cake and pie fairies came by and dropped a load of stuff off at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your fondest memories of your kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6193846640660261904?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6193846640660261904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6193846640660261904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6193846640660261904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6193846640660261904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/my-this-kitchen-smells-day-30.html' title='My This Kitchen Smells - Day 30'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-4802031167964890656</id><published>2010-11-18T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:00:04.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest woman'/><title type='text'>Diva's 2010 Sexiest Women Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello ladies and gentlemen. It is that time of year again. Time to release my fourth annual sexiest women alive list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to add your comments to the post as usual. If you want to catch up on past lists &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/search/label/sexiest%20woman"&gt;then check this link out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out further ado, here are 2010 sexiest women alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jessica Lowndes from 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOREsWYGGUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CDRemKZIQZ8/s1600/jessica-lowndes-20090603023932733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540628970284128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOREsWYGGUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CDRemKZIQZ8/s320/jessica-lowndes-20090603023932733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Secret model Chanel Iman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORE4CLmSCI/AAAAAAAAAew/TPki_OtrOM8/s1600/chanel_Iman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540629171021432866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORE4CLmSCI/AAAAAAAAAew/TPki_OtrOM8/s320/chanel_Iman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORFWeWDiaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aHTy4wVqJEo/s1600/carrie-underwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540629693977561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORFWeWDiaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aHTy4wVqJEo/s320/carrie-underwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TV host Lala Vasquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORFsfiDlWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4oU1Mgm6AHE/s1600/lala_vasquez_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540630072253453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORFsfiDlWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4oU1Mgm6AHE/s320/lala_vasquez_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrina Patridge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540630824062724002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORGYQPWp6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/S8S9Ft3lWLc/s320/audrina-patridge-16000504_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Singer Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORGHHKaesI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AhTbcih9G64/s1600/ciara-long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540630529568307906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORGHHKaesI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AhTbcih9G64/s320/ciara-long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540630323297804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORF7GvsYTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LHcP1Z75xYE/s320/keri-hilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORGke0islI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V7nBYwU0gxo/s1600/eva%2Blongoria.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540631034135229010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORGke0islI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V7nBYwU0gxo/s320/eva%2Blongoria.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model Dollicia Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORG-r1WfII/AAAAAAAAAfo/MQr6AKwvfRA/s1600/dollicia_bryan_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540631484304882818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORG-r1WfII/AAAAAAAAAfo/MQr6AKwvfRA/s320/dollicia_bryan_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one, sexiest woman of 2010 is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Kardashian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORHjn7QlXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/c1glnqR5j8k/s1600/kim-kardashian-dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540632118911079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TORHjn7QlXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/c1glnqR5j8k/s320/kim-kardashian-dumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Kim being everywhere these days and the media frenzy that she generates, how could she not be number one on this list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned next week for the sexiest men alive list! &lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow is the final installment of my 30 blog challenge so tune in for that! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-4802031167964890656?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/4802031167964890656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=4802031167964890656' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4802031167964890656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/4802031167964890656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/divas-2010-sexiest-women-alive.html' title='Diva&apos;s 2010 Sexiest Women Alive'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOREsWYGGUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CDRemKZIQZ8/s72-c/jessica-lowndes-20090603023932733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7239878984223973322</id><published>2010-11-17T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:00:12.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>My First Apartment - Day 28</title><content type='html'>Do you remember your first apartment? I sure do. I went out looking all over Baltimore County to find a nice apartment that I could afford on my $27K a year salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this apartment complex in an older section of Baltimore County and thought,"Pay dirt!!" This is perfect. It was a studio apartment for only $400 a month. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plopped down my app fee and my security deposit and anxiously starting counting down the days til I moved. Let me describe this gem to you. It was the size of my current walk in closet. There was no kitchen just an "area" that held a stove and refrigerator. The cabinets were like metal or steal. The carpet was this really dark cheap brown. The apartment was so small that there was just one window air conditioner that cooled the entire apartment. Yeah baby, I pulled out all the stops with this one! Oh yeah, I would hear the guy upstairs constantly having sex over my head. I started dating him several years later but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrow's post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7239878984223973322?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7239878984223973322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7239878984223973322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7239878984223973322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7239878984223973322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/my-first-apartment-day-28.html' title='My First Apartment - Day 28'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-5672370657013868617</id><published>2010-11-16T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:00:06.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>My 5 Pet Peeves - Day 27</title><content type='html'>Wow! I only have three more days left in this challenge. Seems like the time has gone by so quickly. Today's challenge asks me to list my 5 pet peeves. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate when people spit on the ground. Eeeeiiiwwww!&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate when I speak to you and you walk right by me as if I was invisible without replying.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate excessive tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate when someone constantly butchers the english language.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate when I hold the door open for you and you walk through without saying thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's post: &lt;em&gt;My First Apartment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-5672370657013868617?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/5672370657013868617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=5672370657013868617' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5672370657013868617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/5672370657013868617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/my-5-pet-peeves-day-27.html' title='My 5 Pet Peeves - Day 27'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-2754961844912701676</id><published>2010-11-15T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:50:45.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>My Night Out - Day 26</title><content type='html'>Hello my bloghearts! I hope you all had a great weekend. I had a really nice one. I attended a fundraising fashion show. You want to see some pictures from the show? Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChs0UGGXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NyTHK2JWrR0/s1600/fashion11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539605332994955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChs0UGGXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NyTHK2JWrR0/s320/fashion11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgsi_IePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L7iAIz5QTLs/s1600/fashion9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604228832000242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgsi_IePI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L7iAIz5QTLs/s320/fashion9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgsA07e-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HmXonDbbE9s/s1600/fashion5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604219662400482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgsA07e-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HmXonDbbE9s/s320/fashion5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgr2RubWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_GawmPwRq9Y/s1600/fashion4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604216830389602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgr2RubWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_GawmPwRq9Y/s320/fashion4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgrs61QHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YKntxzFy8zY/s1600/fashion2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604214318448754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgrs61QHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YKntxzFy8zY/s320/fashion2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgrUBrv1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KD55LeqBo48/s1600/fashion1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604207636299602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOCgrUBrv1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KD55LeqBo48/s320/fashion1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry ladies, there was plenty of eye candy for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChEtMCfzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Szh02GmG2O0/s1600/fashion8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604643887349554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChEtMCfzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Szh02GmG2O0/s320/fashion8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChEVl5j5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/l7zTkw3U6PU/s1600/fashion7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604637553364882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChEVl5j5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/l7zTkw3U6PU/s320/fashion7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChDji8GRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zBDFpnhlzZM/s1600/fashion6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604624119175442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChDji8GRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zBDFpnhlzZM/s320/fashion6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChCj5Zn-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/suQbuKy7E38/s1600/fashion3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539604607033516002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChCj5Zn-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/suQbuKy7E38/s320/fashion3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular design was created from plastic bags and paper. Very creative. It was for a special competition where they had to use unusual material for the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChhR2jBFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VSS1vm1nBSI/s1600/fashion12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539605134765655122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChhR2jBFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VSS1vm1nBSI/s320/fashion12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself. I have to say that there were some really interesting characters in attendance though. The lady next to me, I guess, missed dinner so she decided to cook crab cakes and wrap them in aluminum foil and bring them with her to the fashion show and proceeded to grub back right there in the audience! Are you kidding me? Wow. I was done. Then she pulls out this huge bag of 3 Musketeers and asks me if I want one. Ugh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrows post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-2754961844912701676?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/2754961844912701676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=2754961844912701676' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2754961844912701676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/2754961844912701676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/my-night-out-day-27.html' title='My Night Out - Day 26'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TOChs0UGGXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NyTHK2JWrR0/s72-c/fashion11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3432024073308467633</id><published>2010-11-14T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:00:00.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>You Have Spirits? - Day 25</title><content type='html'>As you drive down certain streets you inevitably come across a liquor store. Every now and then you'll see a sign like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TNtK3c3QnzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8PmJcZSs8Bc/s1600/spirits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538102483283386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TNtK3c3QnzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8PmJcZSs8Bc/s320/spirits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what beer is, I know what wine is, but what the hell are Spirits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3432024073308467633?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3432024073308467633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3432024073308467633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3432024073308467633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3432024073308467633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/you-have-spirits-day-25.html' title='You Have Spirits? - Day 25'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/TNtK3c3QnzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8PmJcZSs8Bc/s72-c/spirits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-7053446953097628351</id><published>2010-11-13T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:00:03.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>If You Could Have Three Wishes, What Would They Be? - Day 24</title><content type='html'>So, if I could have three wishes, what would they be..........? Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 Million dollars&lt;br /&gt;2. A fabulous home in Atanta&lt;br /&gt;3. A wonderful husband to enjoy it all with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your three wishes be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrow's post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-7053446953097628351?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/7053446953097628351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=7053446953097628351' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7053446953097628351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/7053446953097628351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/if-you-could-have-three-wishes-what.html' title='If You Could Have Three Wishes, What Would They Be? - Day 24'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6404279786349535900</id><published>2010-11-12T10:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:28:18.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Are You There God It's Me Diva? - Day 23</title><content type='html'>So today's challenge has me telling you about my favorite book as a teen. When I was about 12 I read a book called &lt;em&gt;Are You There God It's Me Margaret&lt;/em&gt; by Judy Bloom. That book was so profound and hit me so strongly I guess because I was the same age as Margaret going through the exact same things she was at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how she and her friends, Nancy and Gretchen, were so close and she had a huge crush on Norman. James was my Norman back then. Aaaawww *&lt;em&gt;swoon&lt;/em&gt;* . I remember that infamous spin the bottle game she and her friends played where she had to kiss a boy in the closet. Aaaawww the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think every young girl around 12 years old should read this book. It's like a rite of passage. For those of you that have young daughters or nieces I strongly recommend getting them this book. Even though it was written in the 70's, it is still so very relevant today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am writing about it I have this sudden urge to read this book again and relive my preteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrows post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6404279786349535900?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6404279786349535900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6404279786349535900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6404279786349535900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6404279786349535900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/are-you-there-god-its-me-diva-day-23.html' title='Are You There God It&apos;s Me Diva? - Day 23'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-6143195389230903833</id><published>2010-11-11T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:46:25.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Have You Outgrown Your Friends? - Day 22</title><content type='html'>Take a moment and think over your life. Think of all the people that have come in and out of your life. Think of the person you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that all of the people you currently have in your life actually belong there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your current friends in the same space you are in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked myself this question on many occasions. In thinking about my current circle of friends I often wonder why we are still friends actually. We are all in different places in our lives. All of my friends with the exception of 2 have kids. I don't. I have the ability to come and go and do as I please and none of my friends here in Baltimore can do that. They have alot more restrictions placed on them then I do. They are not as spontaneous as I am. None of them here in Baltimore have jobs except one of them. I have a career that I love. They are not as willing to take as many risks as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one friend, K, who lives in NC that seems to be the only one of my friends that I have anything in common with but that heifer lives in NC! We both have the same career path which is how we met many years ago. I think that our similarities are why we have become so close over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I keep my friends in Baltimore around out of a sense of obligation because we have been friends for 20 + years in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that is a major reason why I can't wait to move to Atlanta; so that I can meet a whole new group of friends that have the same likes and dislikes as I and have a similar lifestyle. I really need to bond with more like minded people and I don't think I can do that here in Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never stop being friends with my current girls here in Baltimore but I so need a new circle to hang in. I have grown so much as a person over the years and none of my friends here seem to be doing the same and it's a little frustrating for me. I, obviously, can not talk to my B-more friends about this so you guys are it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl in NC, K, she and I have talked about this at great lengths before and she totally gets where I am coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt you've outgrown your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrow post: &lt;em&gt;Are You There God It's Me Diva&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-6143195389230903833?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/6143195389230903833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=6143195389230903833' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6143195389230903833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/6143195389230903833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/have-you-outgrown-your-friends-day-22.html' title='Have You Outgrown Your Friends? - Day 22'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-3985016953478170686</id><published>2010-11-10T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:05:13.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give-away'/><title type='text'>Gotta Love When The Crazy Shows Up! - Day 21</title><content type='html'>I was reading a post on &lt;a href="http://adiaryofamadwoman.com/sexy-time-brings-guest"&gt;Diary of a Mad Woman’s &lt;/a&gt;Blog in which she had a guest post from a fellow blogger and she was talking about her online dating experience. After reading this I had to chuckle to myself thinking back on all the crazy online dating experiences I’ve had, many of which have been chronicled here. One of her experiences prompted me to write this here post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on many dates from online dating services. Most of them have been cool while others have been….well let’s just say I was lucky to escape with my own skin and not have him wearing it as a coat. Does this &lt;a href="http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2009/02/my-date-with-serial-killer.html"&gt;one ring a bell &lt;/a&gt;to anyone ? Uuummm, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dodged a bullet so to speak with one guy who turned out to be psychotic and I couldn’t help just reminisce on my own good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I saw the profile of this guy who was rather attractive. Dude was all kinds of fine so of course I had to send him a note. He responded and it was game on. We corresponded via online messages for awhile then it progressed to phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clicked like peanut butter and jelly. I just knew I had found my match. We had so much in common that I was left speechless most of the time. It was all good until his crazy started showing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started telling me that he really didn’t have a job as I was led to believe. OK, so you are unemployed? Interesting. Then he started telling me about how the government was behind the creation of AIDS and had no intention of ever finding a cure. I also found out that the feds were stalking him unfairly because they were certain he was guilty of certain crimes that he is of course innocent of. He then felt the need for a change of scenery and was compelled by some force stronger then he to board a bus and go to Colorado to live. He had no friends or family there, no place to live or a job lined up. Sounds like a solid decision to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the crazy had showed up in full force. Needless to say we somehow lost contact shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's post: &lt;em&gt;Have You Outgrown Your Friends&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-3985016953478170686?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/3985016953478170686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=3985016953478170686' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3985016953478170686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/3985016953478170686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/gotta-love-when-crazy-shows-up-day-21.html' title='Gotta Love When The Crazy Shows Up! - Day 21'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335680391050121939.post-8863592681369411958</id><published>2010-11-09T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:39:01.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day post challenge'/><title type='text'>Trading Lives - Day 20</title><content type='html'>So today's challenge is to determine who I would trade lives with if I could. Hmmmm...this is an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance to trade lives with someone I would mostly definitely choose Beyonce. I mean who wouldn't want her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is young, gorgeous, smoking bod, married to a super rich famous guy, super rich herself, famous and talented as all get out. Who wouldn't want to be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trade lives with someone who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/divasista/image002-4.gif " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335680391050121939-8863592681369411958?l=www.thedivasthoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/feeds/8863592681369411958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335680391050121939&amp;postID=8863592681369411958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8863592681369411958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335680391050121939/posts/default/8863592681369411958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thedivasthoughts.com/2010/11/trading-lives-day-20.html' title='Trading Lives - Day 20'/><author><name>Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16177643214210147206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZOe7mqTiP3M/SGzwpZG50gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NQ_MpYD2c8A/S220/eyes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
