<?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-6536178</id><updated>2011-08-31T07:31:03.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbial Bullish</title><subtitle type='html'>Thought of the day...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114676992913180569</id><published>2006-05-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:12:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alienated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I sit and wonder, does anyone truly understand me?  Does anyone recognize how hard I work everyday?  Can anyone fully comprehend the sacrifices I make in an attempt to achieve my goals?  Or is everyone so self-centered that they could care less about my feelings and my wants.  No matter how much I support them, treat them kindly, offer advice it seems as if no one wants to keep my best interest at heart.  Maybe I’m stretching it to say no one, but I can only think of three people who truly care although, even they truly don’t understand.  It seems the harder I work, the further I push people away.  Is that the price of success?  If it is the price, do I want to be successful?  I really do love and care for my friends and family.  Without them, life would be incomplete.  What to do….What to do…hmmmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114676992913180569?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114676992913180569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114676992913180569' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114676992913180569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114676992913180569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/05/alienated-often-i-sit-and-wonder-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114599489179068352</id><published>2006-04-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:54:51.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old School House Early 90's House Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out pics from my birthday party. I'm sorry I dropped the ball on the invites but I planned it at the last minute and I thought James was going text message me the day of for directions. I got so caught up the day of setting up I didnt' get a chance to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/3b0b[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/3b0b%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What y'all know about the jeans worn backwards and the puffy paint tees!!!!!  Y'all ain't ready, I had my whistle on (BLOW YOUR WHISTLE!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if I can put these pics up correctly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/9013[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/9013%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/f4e8[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/f4e8%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/6de8[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/6de8%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/cfc2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/cfc2%5B1%5D.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/cead[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/cead%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/cfa1[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/cfa1%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/a293[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/a293%5B1%5D.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/bbdb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/bbdb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/aebb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/aebb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/9194[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/9194%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/35f2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/35f2%5B1%5D.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/aeef[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/aeef%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/5b34[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/5b34%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/4fdd[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/4fdd%5B1%5D.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/9f84[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/9f84%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/1600/377d[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2199/357/320/377d%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU THE BOMB CONTEST WINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Jumper with the suede inserts with matching two layer slouch socks, timbs and gelled down curly side burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;email me for more pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114599489179068352?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114599489179068352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114599489179068352' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114599489179068352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114599489179068352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-school-house-early-90s-house-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114599217304623003</id><published>2006-04-25T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:09:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologize for my absence but I have been taking time out for me to really sit down and analyze my life in all aspects.  It has truly been an ongoing tough battle where there have been nights I have brought myself to tears.  Through it all, everything happens for a reason and it is up to me to play the cards I’m dealt to the best of my ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My past revisited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I consider middle school as the dark ages of my life!!!!!  I have had terrible vision since birth and it was determined that I needed glasses at the age of one.  Unfortunately during those years glasses were only made for children as young as the age of three.  Sixth grade was the first year my vision took a turn for the worst and subsequently, my first year of having thick glasses.  What an age to have them when looks and impressions are everything to a kid and their popularity.  Elementary school I was the man...everyone knew me, and I was popular yet smart at the same time.  I could get any girl I wanted to.  The Middle school years rolled around and I was unpopular and no one knew me, they just knew of me as the geek with the thick glasses.  Naturally, I got teased a lot even from teachers, making "real" friends was like finding a needle in a hay stack.  None of my friends from elementary school went to my middle school.  Hormones being in full effect; it did a number on my self-esteem going from getting any girl you want to none at all, not even the ugly ones!!  So it was a real depressing time.  Going from more friends than you can count to only four real friends in middle school is rough.  Of the four three were female and the one male turned out to be gay.  The only reason I became friends with the first female was because she too was blind as a bat and could relate.  I eventually got to know my other two female friends through her.  Ninth grade was no better being in a gifted and talented program which implied that I was smart and a geek because I had thick glasses.   I was setup!!!  Not popular at all, no teasing this time around.  Just couldn't get any girls and making friends was hard because who wants to be seen with you.  So that was my motivation to become active in extra-curricular activities and sports just to force people to get to know me.  Luckily 10th grade year rolls around and those lovely inventions called contacts were finally available for travesties like me with horrible eye sight!!!!!  Things began to turn around.  It still took the rest of my high school years and some college to restore my self-esteem and image of myself to what it was in elementary school. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114599217304623003?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114599217304623003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114599217304623003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114599217304623003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114599217304623003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/letter-to-myself-i-do-apologize-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114450695001013709</id><published>2006-04-08T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:35:50.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven’t blogged in a while and I apologize for that.  The IT department is really cracking down on non-professional websites and blogspot is one of their new additions to blocked websites.  I’ve decided to write my blogs at work and upload them at home when and if I get on the net at home.  We’re getting old!!!!!!!  I just realized that my high school 10 year reunion is coming up in three years.  To make matters worse, I just realized that I have to plan it since I was the class vice-president and no one has heard from the president!!!!!!  I guess I have to get on my grind and locate everyone.  Wow, what a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114450695001013709?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114450695001013709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114450695001013709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114450695001013709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114450695001013709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-while-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114183699293940999</id><published>2006-03-08T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:56:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reflecting over what I have learned academically and in the classroom of life, I have made a startling revelation.  Academia has afforded me the opportunity to learn the principles and theory of engineering with very little instruction on its application outside of academia.  Once I found a job that was suitable for me, I found that I had to face countless hours of training.  After the training phase I felt like I was ready to conquer the company and excel up the corporate ladder.  Only to discover the glass ceiling plagued by lack of experience, race, and gender.  One might question, what is the purpose of college if you had to undergo so much training afterwards?  College provided the foundation and framework in the field that I currently work in.  Furthermore, college taught me how to be a top notch employee, or as I call it a slave to the system.  The many sleepless nights you spent studying or lack thereof trying to prepare for that exam or lab report was all in preparation for the countless overtime hours you will spend at work of which you may or may not be paid for because you are salaried. The many sacrifices you made to finance your way through college is symbolic of the many sacrifices you will make in your personal life to maintain your job.  Some of those sacrifices include time apart from your significant other and family, lack of vacation time and spare time during the work week.  Some even traveled great distances for school or commuted unusual distances to class everyday.  That is in direct comparison to the long commutes some have to work.  That training prevents you from killing someone on the major highways (I-695, I-95, I-495, I-270, I-83).  The challenges with records and registration at HBCU’s teach and prepare you for the documentation wars that you must adhere to at work and how to be aggressive.  The ridiculous tuition fees and loans are symbolic of your retirement savings plan otherwise known as a 401k because we all know social security will not be around.  You are told that a 401k is the ideal way to save for retirement.  Upon further inspection you realize that you are investing in mutual funds which fluctuate on the stock market.  Worst case scenario, you could end up losing all of your money have nothing for retirement at the worthless age of 65.  At 65, where will you work, who will insure you?  You have just been successfully entered into the modern day slave trade of Corporate America.  I vow to use these frustrations to fight for more, to do better than the generations before me.  Wish me luck and………GIVE US FREE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114183699293940999?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114183699293940999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114183699293940999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114183699293940999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114183699293940999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/motivation-reflecting-over-what-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114141633091812372</id><published>2006-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:05:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother is always trying to play match maker and this time she has done herself in.  She has a picture of me on her desk at work and one of her co-workers commented one day on how attractive I was.  That prompted her to also want to play match maker for her daughter.  So the two mothers began setting up this date without either one of us knowing.  Once they set a date, we were told.  My mother called me today and told me that I have a blind date towards the end of March with her co-workers daughter during her spring break.  I am to show her around Baltimore and DC and to let her and her girls have a good time.  My mother even had a picture of this girl.  Let’s just say I don’t find her too attractive.  You can only imagine how that evening will go.  Now I have to recruit three guys willing to take one for the team that night.  I’ll keep you all posted as the events unfold…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114141633091812372?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114141633091812372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114141633091812372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114141633091812372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114141633091812372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mother-is-always-trying-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114109220330346871</id><published>2006-02-27T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:03:23.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Movie Review&lt;/strong&gt;: Tyler Perry's Medea Family Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tyler Perry masterfully blended comedy and drama and produced a refreshing film on the state of the union of the African American family and its implications. With an all-star cast and stellar performances by Blair Underwood, Boris Kodjoe, Cicely Tyson, Maya Angelou, Tangi Miller, Rochelle Aytes, Jenifer Lewis, Keke Palmer, Tyler Perry, Lisa Arrindell Anderson, the film explored many issues such as, abuse, neglect, love, and marriage. It is truly an inspiration, please put this one on the top of your to do list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It definitely gave me hope in my quest to find Mrs. Right.  You just have to be patient in trust in God that she will come strolling along when it's TIME.  That time is not according to my wants, but based on my needs.  Distinguishing between what I want and need is an extremely difficult task.  I guess that's why God is who he is and I am in no comparison.  Make sure you check the movie out and tell me how it inspired you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114109220330346871?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114109220330346871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114109220330346871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114109220330346871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114109220330346871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/movie-review-tyler-perrys-medea-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-114014275494269299</id><published>2006-02-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:19:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Heartless Soul of Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my neighbor came home only to find that her home had been invaded by a thief.  They broke her window and entered the house through the rear.  Upon inspection she revealed that the only things missing from her home was her dog, a lap top computer, and food from her refridgerator.  Our homes are our refuge offering security and shelter from the ailments of the outside world.  If you take the secure feeling away from home, is it still home?  We work hard for the places we call home, and we take much pride into decorating and arranging them to express our personality and to make them sanctuaries of security and comfort.  How can one live with themselves knowing they are taking the secure feeling of home away from those who worked hard to create it for the pure pleasure of gratifiying a selfish want?  If one is truely in need, why not ask for assistance instead of malicously taking what doesn't belong to you.  I feel sorry for my neighbor, she is afraid to live in her own house now.   Single black female raising a small child on her own.  Sometimes man can be so cold and heartless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-114014275494269299?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/114014275494269299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=114014275494269299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114014275494269299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/114014275494269299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/heartless-soul-of-man-last-night-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113988728720977820</id><published>2006-02-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:21:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;!?! Enigmacy !?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In previous blogs this topic was of great concern that caused much stress and turmoil in my life.  All my life I have known exactly what I want out of life and the means to achieve it.  Like all things, over time things change which alter or hinder your plans.  I have altered, re-evaluated, and changed my plans so much that the ultimate goal and its means to achieve it has become obscure.  Thus, creating an enigmacy that defines me.  What is an enigmacy and what are its implications?  In my book, its a state of being describing one's current perspective of life.  It's implications plague me with confusion and misinterpretation on how all aspects of life will evolve into an inert state of uniformity to accomplish my goals.  My challenge is not to be defeated by this state of being, but rather to embrace it and accept it and push forward.   So, I guess it is true what they say, "there is light at the end of the tunnel."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113988728720977820?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113988728720977820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113988728720977820' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113988728720977820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113988728720977820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/enigmacy-in-previous-blogs-this-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113945226768747756</id><published>2006-02-08T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:31:07.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the top four answers on the board Survey Says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;1) Clark Construction, Toll Brothers, Pulte Homes&lt;br /&gt;2) Business Owner&lt;br /&gt;3) Teacher&lt;br /&gt;4) RCI Therapeutic Foster Care, Tutor - Baltimore City Schools&lt;br /&gt;5) Gap, Rainforest Cafe, Picasso's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies&lt;br /&gt;1) Barry Gordy Presents: The Last Dragon &lt;em&gt;"Who's the Master...SHONUFF"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coming To America &lt;em&gt;"She's Your Queen To Be..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Heat&lt;br /&gt;4) Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;1) Lochearn/Pikesville&lt;br /&gt;2) Park Heights&lt;br /&gt;3) Idlewood/Baltimore City&lt;br /&gt;4) Heardly Square&lt;br /&gt;5) Tempe, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;6) On campus at Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Love...back when I used to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;1) The Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;2) American Dad&lt;br /&gt;3) My Wife and Kids&lt;br /&gt;4) Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've Been on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;1) States: FL, GA, MO, SC, NC, VA, MD, PA, NJ, NY, CA, NV, AZ, Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;2) Cancun, Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;3) Islands: Martinique, St. Thomas, St. Croix&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1) Soul Food&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;1)At home&lt;br /&gt;2) In my bed&lt;br /&gt;3) at the Gym&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Web Sites&lt;br /&gt;1) homedatabase.com&lt;br /&gt;2) hondacars.com&lt;br /&gt;3) my blog&lt;br /&gt;4) everybody's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Bloggers Who Are Now IT!1) Tarisa2) Reggie3) Courtney4)Sabrinutz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113945226768747756?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113945226768747756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113945226768747756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113945226768747756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113945226768747756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-are-top-four-answers-on-board.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113945010849168632</id><published>2006-02-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:55:08.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's definitely true what they say, "be careful what you wish for because you just might get it."  For those who have been following my blogs know that I have been praying to God that he would bless me by instilling the spirit of patience on my heart.  My first lesson came when I got laid off and was unable to get another job.  I was forced to survive for two months without an income sufficient to pay the bills.  Then I finally landed a job and the true test was at hand.   The job is located in Bethesda, Maryland and it's a cross between a desk and mobile job.  I spend some time in the office but most of my time is spent in the field conducting site visits.  Unfortuanately, all the sites are spread throughout Washington, DC and Northern Virginia reaching as far south as Dulles, and Manassas Virgina.  On a daily basis I average about 200 miles per day on my poor old car.  Not to mention filling up four times per week at the gas station.  My day begins at 4:30am everyday with a two hour commute each way to work and back home.  Y'all know I hate traffic...its one of my pet peeves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113945010849168632?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113945010849168632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113945010849168632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113945010849168632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113945010849168632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-definitely-true-what-they-say-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113830436101649806</id><published>2006-01-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:39:21.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RFFT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pronounced - Rift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ELATIONSHIP&lt;/strong&gt; built on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;RUST&lt;/strong&gt; that resulted in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;EAR &lt;/strong&gt;salvaged by a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;RIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are all taught from an early age that one of our main goals is to find and settle down with that special significant other and procreate. Amid all the others goals in life, this seems to cause the most problems with people including myself. Truth of the matter, there is only three possibilities that people can fall into, Happily Single, In between Happily Single and Settled, and Settled Down. In my opinion, the majority of my age group (19-30) fall in the inbetween category which can be very confusing and frustrating.  Imagine leading a life of full of agitation and axiety caused by the presence and feelings of apprehension, hurt, and self-doubt; commonly known as &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Molded and cultivated over time throughout their formidable years as a child by broken promises and neglect and nurtured over the years as an adult. This condition would cause anyone not to rely on the integrity, ability, or character of any person including people they know and do not know. When one leads a life such as this it is evident to the individual, and it is no secret that they do not &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people. What happens when a close connection is made between that person and another generated by sexual involvement? This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starts a mental game of tug-of-war where the question of trusting that individual is at hand. If trust wins the game, then all the mental barriers protecting oneself from the onslaught of fear comes tumbling down. Which leaves the mind, once protected by a solid rock, vulnerable to the outside world. If you have been reading closely, you would realize that the other person in this relationship is not a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is not one whom they know, like, and trusts, nor have they shared in a common experience. The relationship was based purely on sexual involvement. As with all things not rooted in a firm foundation, the relationship came to a bitter end. The mind that was once protected by the unmoveable rock, has formed a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;RIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A split or a break into the fragile mind which surfaced the fear once buried away. How can one mend the rift? How can one deal with the re-surfaced fear? How can one trust another again? The first futile attempt, was to start over and form a friendship with that individual. How can one start a friendship with one who is only interested in sexual advancements? The second attempt, was to revert back to their former self of mental reclusion from the outside world. Is that anyway to live? You be the judge....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113830436101649806?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113830436101649806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113830436101649806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113830436101649806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113830436101649806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/rfftpronounced-rifta-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113814292344856643</id><published>2006-01-24T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:51:21.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Epic Saga of 2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Year of Reputable Change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;January 1, 2006 marked the beginning of the new year; as always it was time for more resolutions. I started the year by praising and thanking God for his grace and mercy for allowing me to see another year. I then reflected over 2005 and outlined my major accomplishments and dissapointments during that year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomplishments&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Purchased my first home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Started a 2nd business (real estate investments) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Purchased my first investment property &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Career transition back into Engineering from Teaching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Kept my 1st business thriving another year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dissapointments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Being forced out of teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Not expanding Ez as Pi as I see fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Lousy pay with engineering job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Haven't found Mrs. Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Being laid off from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Overall, I am extremely proud and thankful for the tremendous year I had in 2005. As usual you strive for better in the next. This year I plan to get back into shape by going to the gym on a regular basis. I am considering converting my frist business over to a non-profit company to expand the company how I see fit. Purchasing another investment property and renting out the first would be ideal for this year. Finding Mrs. Right and starting that relationship would be a nice twist to the mix as well. If I can fit grad school in the picture, that would be great!!! So far the new year is starting off promising with a new job. More details to follow on that job as they become available. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113814292344856643?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113814292344856643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113814292344856643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113814292344856643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113814292344856643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2006/01/epic-saga-of-2006-year-of-reputable.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113572216957510638</id><published>2005-12-27T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:22:49.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when you thought things could not get worse....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 4, 2005 was an eventful day.  I was scheduled to work half a day because the first half I was to go to Morgan State University and speak to the prospective engineering freshman about life after graudation and to promote the company I work for.  Upon arrival to work, I am called into my bosses office.  They proceed to tell me out of the clear blue that today is my last day of work with the company.  Naturally, I ask why and they proceed to say that the career path that I wanted was not conducive to what they could provide.  They did not have the resources to train me in that capacity.   I was to clear out my desk and was to receive two weeks severence and to feel free to use them as a reference.  I couldn't believe I got laid off a few weeks before thanksgiving and the holiday season, and most importantly my move into my house which they knew about.  What company is hiring during the holiday season?!?!  Knowing my savings account was wiped out from the purchase of my house, I really did not know how ends were going to meet until 2006.  I filed for enemployment hoping that would be some relief, but at $1000/month, that doesn't even cover the mortgage.  I'm thankful for the $1000 dollars, but what about the other $1700/month I have in expenses?  Needless to say, chirstmas gifts were not purchased this year, I have been forced to stay in the house and not to go out all to save as much money as possible.  I have worked small stupid jobs here and there to make ends meet.  I've applied to countless jobs to no avail to date.   Everything I've applied to is offering salaries either less or equivalent to what I was making and that was insufficient.  When is my break in life!?!?!??!?!?!?!  When will I achieve true happiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113572216957510638?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113572216957510638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113572216957510638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113572216957510638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113572216957510638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-when-you-thought-things-could-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-113098823493950491</id><published>2005-11-02T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:23:58.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last post was pretty depressing, but in life you have to go through the valley to enjoy and appreciate the mountain top.  Patience is a virtue, that I am learning that I need more of.  I tend to be very impatient and will do whatever it takes to ensure I get what I need or want when i want it.  Some say that makes me selfish, I perfer the term DRIVEN.  If I know what I want, I go after it full force.  As I crawl out of the depths of the valley I begin to see the light at the end of the perilous road.  Continue to pray with me and for me as I continue this journey called life in my attempt to make my mark on this world.  Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-113098823493950491?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113098823493950491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=113098823493950491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113098823493950491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/113098823493950491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-last-post-was-pretty-depressing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-112882832668606532</id><published>2005-10-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:25:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have fell victim to the silent killer of depression once again.  I tell myself over and over again, you don't want to go down this road because you know where it ends up.  That road usually dead ends into lonliness where I shut everyone out internally and ultimately become cold hearted.  In years past my therapy has always been to stay busy to avoid thinking about your problems.  I would surround myself with friends and their problems.  Helping them solve their problems, forced me not to think of my own.  They grow, mature and ultimately become better people while I still struggle internally with problems and insecurities that date back to my early teen years.  Working overtime to achieve my goals was another form of therapy that I still use to this day!!  Today's attack is different, unlike any other.  I'm upset with myself for not dealing with all the problems face-to-face years ago.  I'm sick and tired of slapping on band-aids over the gray areas in my life.  I've tried to talk about my problems with people but no one seems to listen or understand.  As soon as I say I'm depressed, people go off on their 10 minute monologue...What are you depressed about.  You have what many only dream of!!  You have more friends than you count, a degree, a great job, and a house!!!  I always respond the same way, I am truely blessed and thankful for everything that I have.  I have worked hard and made many sacrifices to get those things and continue to sacrifice to maintain them.  There is more to life than tangible things.  The intangible things in life is what I am struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am twenty four years old, soon to be twenty five, and have yet to be in a successfull relationship that has lasted over three months.  I have reached a point in my life where I am truely sick and tired of dating.  I can no longer do the one night stands, chase after younger women, or even participate in extra-marrital affairs.  Those things no longer satisfy me, and some of them I am truely ashamed for merely being apart of it.  I long for successful relationship where I could potentially fall in love for the first time.  I could actually see myself settling down and &lt;strong&gt;considering&lt;/strong&gt; marriage and a family in my late twenties.  I have tried to be proactive in my search for Mrs. Right but have been dissapointed with each and every attempt.  It seems as if I have dealt with it all including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The liars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cheaters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The golddiggers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The clueless type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The low self-esteem type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The uneducated type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The goaless type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The derranged type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The stalker type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bisexual type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The baby fava drama type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The married type      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The divorced type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The divorced with children type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The you are the perfect man for me so I would love to be friends only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Out of the entire list number 15 bothers me the most.  I have met and dated so many established women who have said the same exact thing to me.  What sense does that make?  If I am your perfect man, why not be with me?  Their response is always the same, If the relationship ends then you could not be in my life.  You are such a good person, I always would like to have you around.  After hearing that again recently, I vowed to get out and meet more women.  Upon trying I realized one sad true fact.  My daily routine does not involve dealing with or seeing women of quality to date.  I live in a predominately white community where people of my color my age are rare.  I take the most indirect route to work to avoid traffic and people, so no women there.  I work in an office full of men and only 5 women, of which 2 are of color and are over the age of 40.  When running errands around town, I only encounter old jewish people.  When I do go out to the club or happy hours, all I meet are married women.  Where is my outlet?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This blog is longer than expected and I haven't even scratched the surface, I will continue it another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-112882832668606532?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112882832668606532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=112882832668606532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/112882832668606532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/112882832668606532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-fell-victim-to-silent-killer-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-112060900671285042</id><published>2005-07-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:16:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Back!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has changed since the last time I blogged.  I did quit the teaching profession on a high note.  I was offered another teaching position in PG County and another possibility in Baltimore County.  I decided to take an engineering job with Eastern States Engineering/Toll Brothers Inc.  I am a designer there working with road alignments and grading for the new communities.  Is it my dream job, NO.  It's a start along the long road of climbing the corporate ladder.  I'll do whatever it takes within reason to make it in the career.  I haven't forgot about teaching all together, I will still be running &lt;a href="http://www.ezaspitutors.com"&gt;www.ezaspitutors.com&lt;/a&gt; so please continue to support the tutoring business.  The school year will be fast approaching so be sure to refer my company to your school aged family members.  That's it for now, as time permits I will keep you all updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-112060900671285042?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112060900671285042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=112060900671285042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/112060900671285042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/112060900671285042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-alot-has-changed-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-111317867244771049</id><published>2005-04-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:17:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a year older and supposedly a year wiser.  This year I celebrated my birthday down in the ATL for the weekend.  Had a great time down there with the exception of my experiences with the members of the rainbow coalition.  I never knew that ATL was the headquarters for the black rainbow coalition of men!!!!  We went to the mall to buy some shirts to wear for club 112  that night, and I was looking at the polo shirts on the table.  Some dude approaches the table and begins to browse through the shirts on the table as well.  After a few minutes of browsing he stops and turns to me and says, "thats a tight shirt your looking at."  I stopped and turned with the confused look and said, "thanks."  He went back to browsing through the shirts as I did the same.  A few minutes later he stopped and turned again and said, Can I talk to you for a minute...I just wanted to say that you have alot of sex appeal."  At that moment I was in shock, I couldn't believe that a thuggish looking dude in a long white tee, baggy jeans, fresh timbs, fresh braids, doo-rag, fresh fitted, and gold fronts would actually step to me to holla at me!!!!!  One side of me was telling me to beat the hell out of him, and another side was in complete shock and prevented me from doing anything.  All I could do was say, "nah son you got the wrong one I don't get down like that."  I just walked away.  That incident forced me to leave the mall, as we were leaving it was if every guy tried to step to us on our way out.  My boy got approached by a guy wearing a white tee that said "I love D-CK!!!!"  Besides those traumatic experiences we had a great time down in the ATL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-111317867244771049?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111317867244771049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=111317867244771049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/111317867244771049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/111317867244771049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-year-older-and-supposedly-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110972167643843651</id><published>2005-03-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:04:51.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Path of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of life is based on choice and circumstance. When confronted with a fork in the road, you have a choice as to which direction to take and the journey is unknown. Other instances you know the journey is going to be rough or a cake walk. Last year I reached a fork in the road of life, where I had to make a decision to become a teacher or continue as an engineer. Unable to make a one-way decision I decided to go off road and create my own path straight down the middle and do both. That road got a little rough with all the bumps and potholes the teaching field introduced. Those bumps and potholes turned into valleys that I had to go through. It was filled with low and high points. Today, I just drove right off the damn cliff!!!!! As you all know, things got pretty ugly teaching. I had to have legal representation in order to speak with my boss. I had a hearing today to discuss all the charges I brought against the administration and all the charges they brought against me. The results of the charges are I have two choices either to quit or get fired. They know and agree that what the principal did was wrong, but she has clout and I don't therefore I will take the fall. She is high up on the todem pole, and I am at the very bottom. If I quit, I have until the end of the school year to work. Then I can re-apply next year. If I get fired, I can never re-apply. Now that I have crash landed at the bottom of the damn canyon, I have to figure a way to get out of this hole!!!!!!! Engineering is a possibility, or maybe I should just stay in this hole and not do anything..........&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of fighting, being frustrated, planning, and redirecting!! I just want to be happy and financially stable; is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just some thoughts of the times for the days ahead and the road less traveled......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110972167643843651?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110972167643843651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110972167643843651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110972167643843651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110972167643843651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/path-of-life-path-of-life-is-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110860803011983993</id><published>2005-02-16T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:40:30.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowledge is power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to become a teacher was founded in the phrase, "Reach one Teach One." As I look back over my formal education, I realized that I was not the best student.  I was fortunate to have quality teachers, family, and role models push me in the right direction.  Even when told by my middle school principle that I would not amount to anything in life, I managed to graduate from college with a technical degree.  When given an opportunity to help another, I jumped at the opportunity.  I must say it is extremely dishearting to discover that you are penalized when trying to teach.  I have been told by administration that I should not teach these kids in a manner that is in preparation for college.  I should just show them the things they need to get by because they have no future in college anyway.  I have been shunned for reporting cases of academic dishonesty, disrespect, and misconduct.  Since accepting this job I have comprimised my dignity and self-respect for this job by accepting disrespect from students.   I have learned to tolerate students calling me by my first name, cursing at me, and even things being thrown at me.  All because the administration refuses to enforce the discipline policies that are in place.  There comes a point in time where enough is enough.  I have reached my breaking point and something has to give.  I put my heart, soul, and sweat for these kids into this job and have received nothing but stress, heartache, criticism, and ridicule in return.  Due to my high expectations for student achievement my job is now in jeopardy.  I am going to be fired all because I tried to make a difference in the lives of a few students.  I have made the decision to return to the engineering field and to continue to try and reach students through my tutoring business and other programs I may volunteer my time for.  I just pray that my students learn to appreciate what they before its too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110860803011983993?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110860803011983993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110860803011983993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110860803011983993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110860803011983993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/knowledge-is-power-my-decision-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110791304260662744</id><published>2005-02-08T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:37:22.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last blogged.....alot of crazy shit has been happening.  Chances are I am getting fired at the end of the school year or my contract will not be renewed.  So  I'm back on the job hunt in both the education and engineering fields.   I have an interview next week with an engineering firm, so lets see how things go.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you all posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110791304260662744?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110791304260662744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110791304260662744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110791304260662744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110791304260662744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110488394639725516</id><published>2005-01-04T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:12:26.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You never know how your actions will affect another person.  One of my young male students came up to me in tears almost and told me that he did not know who else to turn to and that he confided in me.  He knew that he could trust me, and would give him sound advice about his situation.  Since his father was never around, he looks to me for advice.  I felt honored and proud to know that I am really getting through to some of these kids.  Kinda made me feel all warm and tingly inside.  I would go into detail about his situation but I rather not to protect those involved in the drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110488394639725516?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110488394639725516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110488394639725516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110488394639725516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110488394639725516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-never-know-how-your-actions-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110451272580837185</id><published>2004-12-31T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T09:05:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Apologies in Advance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make those New Year's resolutions come true, it requires much sacrifice on my part.  Apart of those sacrifices entail me giving up some of my personal indulgences temporarily.  I will not be able to go out nearly as much as I used to.  Going out includes, clubbin, bar hopping, out to eat, virtually anything that requires spending money.  The goal is to save as much as possible and eliminate as much debt as possible.  Please do not feel slighted if I do not come out to events like I used to for a little while.  I'm not sure how long this will last, but it won't be forever.  These are changes i'm not happy with, but are obligated to fullfill.  I love all of you and thankful that I have you all in my life!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone's holiday season was enjoyable, and I trust we all keep it safe for any New Year's Eve festivities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110451272580837185?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110451272580837185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110451272580837185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110451272580837185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110451272580837185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-apologies-in-advance-in-order-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110377401274888414</id><published>2004-12-22T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:53:32.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need your opinion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know, I am currently employed with Baltimore County Public School's teaching math at New Town High School.  I am currently facing a serious dilemna.  I was hired as a provisional teacher because I did not have a degree in teaching.  My engineering degree was sufficient to teach math, but I would have to get certified in order to keep my job.  In order for me to be certified, I need to pass the Praxis I and II exams as well as obtain 22 credits in education courses such as: classroom management, teaching children with learning disabilities, inclusion in the classroom, teaching methodology, etc.  I just found out Monday that in order to keep my job I have to be enrolled in school by the end of the summer 2005!!!  After some research I found that I can obtain a Master's degree in anything for 30 credits, so I might as well take 8 more credits and be certified as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have a passion for teaching, but the politics associated with it makes teaching impossible.  I do not feel that I am reaching my students due to politics.  I feel like I reach my students more when I tutor them through my tutoring business Ez as Pi LLC.  I also have a passion for engineering hence the degree I slaved for at the ILLUSTRIOUS MORGAN STATE UNIVERSITY SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING.  I felt the need to take a break from engineering for a few years and come back to it.  Being forced to go back to school, limits the type of degree I can get to keep my teaching position for the interim.  I am left with two choices, a Masters of Teaching, or a Masters of Mathematics.  You know as well as I do that working full-time and going to school part-time majoring in Math could be considered academic suicide!!!  The Masters of Teaching would be a breeze, in fact I could do it online.  The Masters of Teaching would not be helpful to me when I return to the engineering game.  What degree should I choose?  No matter what happens I do plan to grow my tutoring business as big as possible.  I gotta stop this email here because my head is starting to hurt with the decision making process lol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110377401274888414?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110377401274888414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110377401274888414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110377401274888414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110377401274888414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-need-your-opinion.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110368559622583055</id><published>2004-12-21T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:09:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can honestly say, Dickey's blog was truly inspirational. It was exactly what I needed to hear after such a trying day at work. I would like to add one thing to his blog, you must take time to reflect over the past year(s) or else you are destined to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004's Resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To get my six pack back&lt;/span&gt; - I joined Bally's in January and began working out, but my accident prevented me from working out for the past 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To grow my tutoring business&lt;/span&gt; - Established April 1, 2004 as a Limited Liability Corporation. I then established a business checking account to handle the financial aspects for the company. I hired Aquacept Technologies &lt;a href="http://www.aquacept.com/"&gt;http://www.aquacept.com/&lt;/a&gt;to develop my webpage and they produced &lt;a href="http://www.ezaspitutors.com"&gt;www.ezaspitutors.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a government contract to become a supplemental service provider for the State of Maryland school system. I was unable to meet all the deadlines to finish the application process. I hired four new tutors, and have actively recruited more clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To start investing in real estate&lt;/span&gt;- I began to network to explore all the possiblities to invest in real estate. I gathered 8 individuals with similar interests have determined we are not ready to invest as a group. I have mapped out a plan to purchase my first investment property in late 2005 or early 2006. I am now in the process of purchasing my first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid the aversity I faced in 2004, I am very pleased with my accomplishements. There is much room for growth in all aspects of my life ranging from professionally to personally. For 2005 I want to focus on all those areas in general and work towards fine tuning everything over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 New Year's Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Personally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trust in the Lord and place my battles in his hands. Too often, I try to tackle all my problems on my own as if I have any control over my life or my destiny. I just need to put all my faith in God and trust in him. All things will work out in accordance to his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop being so "Active-Content" in my approach and execution of dealing with the opposite sex. Now is the time when I would like to have a significant other to grow with. Someone I can rely on to help me accomplish my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the best Godfather I can possibly be and to serve as a positive role model to Aiden as he develops into a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get my six-pack back by heading back to the gym on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grow closer to all my friends and foster healthy relationships that benefit all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember that no matter how busy my schedule gets to always schedule time to relax and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Professionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grow Ez as Pi LLC by obtaining a government or private agency contract. To be able to hire full-time personnel to manage the daily operations of the business. To be able to pay myself a salary for my hard work and diligence to this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enroll in grad school to start the process of becomming a highly qualified certified teacher. Have the ability to make a difference in at least one child's life through my teachings. Serve as a positive role model for my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become a certified engineer through passing the Engineer's in Training (EIT) exam. To help grow RPP Residential Consultants by becomming more active in the decision making and implementation process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become a homeowner in 2005, and earnestly strive to build equity as fast as possible in my home. To begin the process of purchasing my first investment property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110368559622583055?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110368559622583055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110368559622583055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110368559622583055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110368559622583055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-can-honestly-say-dickeys-blog-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110316468192886243</id><published>2004-12-15T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:38:01.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems like everyone I encounter these days are down on their luck, overworked or under worked, under-paid, and unhappy.  Just when I thought all was hopeless, there came one success story.  Gotta give props to Rodney for doing it up big in 04!!!!  That man is 23 years old and has a political science degree, a succesfull career in the military, a recent home owner constructed in 04, and a girl which he managed to lock up by putting dat ice on her finger!!!!!  Can we say he is balling out of control and leaving us behind!!!!! I guess we gotta MAN UP just to keep up lol...Congratulations Rod I'm proud of you mayun!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110316468192886243?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110316468192886243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110316468192886243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110316468192886243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110316468192886243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-times-it-seems-like-everyone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110298891463806631</id><published>2004-12-13T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:48:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to create a hostile work environment&lt;br /&gt;Just look how I managed to turn my dream job into one living hell in a matter of four short months. Step one, disagree with your boss. When I say disagree, I really mean disagree. State that you will put your job on the line before you succumb to doing whatever it is they want you to do. As a result, they will turn the matter over to their boss. They will ask you why you are sacrificing your job over such an issue, and you respond because of moral beliefs. They will be forced to leave you alone in this day and age of frivolous law suits. Just beware that you have just been flagged with the militant black guy role in the work place.  Step Two, lay low for a while and perform all of your duties.  Once things have quieted down, disagree with your boss again.   Step three entails you disagreeing with your bosses boss.  Be civil and try to work out some sort of comprimise.  If one can not be reached, tell them you are forced to go above them to seek a solution.  They will scare them shitless!!!!!!!  If your boss was in the wrong in the first place, they will be forced to scramble and cover their asses.  In that process, everything about you and your job will be attacked and scrutinized down to the "T."  Hey take it from me, I am seeking out the services of the teachers union and possibly a lawyer in preparation to sue Baltimore County Public School System if a solution cannot be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110298891463806631?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110298891463806631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110298891463806631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110298891463806631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110298891463806631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-to-create-hostile-work-environment.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110264699959596201</id><published>2004-12-09T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:49:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been gone for a minute, but I'm back!!!!!!  Much has happened on the job since the last time I blogged; to much to actually put on paper.  When things smooth over, I'll be happy to blog about it then.  More recently then that, I met this woman who has alot going for her.  She is 25, has an excellent career in the medicial research field, has her own car and house, and is currently in grad school!!  The only downfall, depending on how you view it is that she is involved in the adult entertainment world.  That topic serves as the people pole question of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you date someone who is involved in the adult entertainment world, why or why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She hosts adult toy parties, initially I thought what harm can be done there.  Then my imagination took over and well.......you get the picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me know your thoughts on this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110264699959596201?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110264699959596201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110264699959596201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110264699959596201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110264699959596201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/been-gone-for-minute-but-im-back-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110193156688436478</id><published>2004-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:06:06.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!!!! 2:00 PM  and I'm home!!!!!!  School's closed one hour early today due to high winds which posed a threat of knocking out power!!!!   All of you corporate America employees enjoy your day at work and remember to put cover sheets on those TPS REPORTS  mmmkay!!!!  Meanwhile, I will kick back and relax and take a nap for a few hours!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time bloggers.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110193156688436478?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110193156688436478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110193156688436478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110193156688436478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110193156688436478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhhh-200-pm-and-im-home-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110177792725513890</id><published>2004-11-29T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:25:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated Thanksgiving to all you bloggers out there!!!! I had a great thanksgiving weekend, full of good food, family, and some much needed R&amp;R. I needed that recharge to face the upcoming weeks up until the next vacation. You would never guess who I ran into at White Marsh Mall? None other than the lost blogger himself Kellasheed!!!!! We call him that because now a day you don't see Rasheed without his girlfriend Kelly. Believe it or not, John and I actually got a chance to get up with Sheed at the Bayou Cafe with Joel, Dante, and Streat. As usual, Sheed goes into this long monologue apologizing for being so "distant." "You know its not me, it's the powers that be forcing me blah blah blah." What he needs to do is just put his foot down one good time and lay down the law. He has put in enough quality time so that she wouldn't dare leave if he attempted to lay down the law.  Now it just appears as if he is pussy whipped, even though I'd hate to say it!!!!  All her jealousy, lack of trust, and insecurities are getting old, when will she concur those flaws? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had a very interesting day.......&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I blogged about a co-worker who invited me over for thanksgiving dinner.  Well today, she pulled out her "A" game!!  She managed to trap me in a conversation about what guys want in a girl.  Then she flipped it and asked, "what do guys think about women who approach guys?  Would you think they are a freak?"  I said no, I would be head over heels if a woman was to approach me.   As soon as those words rolled off my lips It hit me.  Damn......she is about to ask me out.  Her very next words, "well I guess you figured it out by now, would you join me for dinner at my place one evening?"  All at once I froze up, a million and one thoughts flooded my brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never date co-workers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This woman is not your type&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is big!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is taller than you!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if the principal finds out, i'm already on her shit list anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner at her house...leads to hot but naked sex EWWWWWW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would crush me if she were on top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if my students found out about this, they already are speculating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could always go along to just beat it up and be shady&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's much older!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A free meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's only dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;While I was processing all these thoughts, I remembered she was waiting for a response lol!!!  Sensing my diffulculty to respond, she asked was I single.  I wanted to lie and say no i'm not single, but I know how small baltimore is, and that would come back to haunt me.  So I just told a little white lie, I said i'm sort of talking to someone.  I figured its easy to pull that lie off if called on it.  She then asked my age, I told her 23 and her jaw dropped.  Her friend/co-worker just started busting out laughing.  She said awww you gonna rob the cradle!!!!!  She revealed she is 30, but is still interested in dinner with me.  My dumb azz agrees to dinner, so she is supposed to be getting back to me with a date.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110177792725513890?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110177792725513890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110177792725513890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110177792725513890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110177792725513890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-belated-thanksgiving-to-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110117344013707963</id><published>2004-11-22T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T17:30:40.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Weekend!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started Friday night @ Ruth Chris Steak House shooting some pool and sipping on some Wild Turkey for a spell.  The night continued onto the One for Dickey's Bday.  Earl and I got there before anyone else so we decided to have some more drinks while we waited.  I continued to sip on that Wild Turkey Straight!!!!!  After about three drinks in addittion to the three I had @ Ruth Chris, I was nice for the evening.  John finally shows up, and finally Dickey arrives.  I spoke, but by that time I was good and drunk and never spoke to anyone else.  Feeling pretty shitty, I decided to go back to the first floor to sit down for a minute, and stumbled down the last step right in front of the bouncer.  He kindly walked over to me and said follow me......So I followed him outside and he told me to sit here and get some air.  I look up and notice a cop comming straight to me.  At that point I was like oh shit.....this could be a bad night!!!!!  Realizing there was no way to avoid the police, I decided to walk over to him and start some random conversation.  In my drunken state, I figured I could convince him, I wasn't that drunk lol!!!  We started talking about his job, and his frustration with his job and his life.  I asked him about his wife and kids, and he went into a long monologue about them.  He then asked me what I did for a living, so I told him.  He started laughing and said, well I understand your condition completely!!!  I just happened to look up towards the door and I see Reggie talking to the bouncers at the door.  I spoke to him to say wsup, since I hadn't seen him all night.  The officer asked if I knew him, and I said yeah.  He asked was I driving, and I said I didn't want to in my condition.  I told him I had a few friends inside as well, so he asked me to give Reggie my keys.  I gave them to him, and Reggie went back in the club.  The officer then walked away, and I ran into Jordan outside the club passing out flyers.  He had nothing but jokes for me outside.   By this time its like 1:45am and I asked if I can go back in and look for Reggie, John, and Earl, so I could go home.  They let me back in and I found John, and told him the story.  I asked had he seen Earl, and Reggie, and he said they both left!!!!!!  I'm looking at John, he is looking at me, and we are both drunk...trying  to figure out how are we going to get home considering both of us drove!!!!  The club lets and we both realize how fucked we are!!!!  I asked John where did he park, and he told me he couldn't remember!!!!!  After about 15 minutes, Reggie just appears out of no where with my keys.  I asked Reggie if he could drive me and my car home., but he was already the designated driver for 4 others so that was a no go.  I called Earl, but he wasn't picking up.  Our plan was to drive to 83 and pull over on the shoulder and sleep this off for an hour or two.  By some divine intervention, we were both able to drive home safely!!!!  I finally got home around and was up at 7:00am getting ready to head to Atlantic City for the weekend!!!  Had a great time there, stayed at the Borgata Hotel for the first time.  Needles to say, I didn't win much money, I only broke even.  I lost all my money on the craps and roulette table, and won my money back on the poker and blackjack tables!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reggie.....GOOD LOOKING OUT!!!!!!!  I owe you big!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110117344013707963?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110117344013707963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110117344013707963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110117344013707963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110117344013707963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-weekend-it-all-started-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110066039938032216</id><published>2004-11-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:59:59.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love being black.....but there are days when y'all just embarass me.   Let the video clip speak for itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww2.abc7.com/global/video/po...eAdTag=homepage"&gt;http://ww2.abc7.com/global/video/po...eAdTag=homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotghettomess.com"&gt;www.hotghettomess.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We gotta do betta y'all!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was pretty interesting at work.  One of my co-workers was practically throwing themselves at me today.  It all started when she strolled over to my room in her 5 inch heels.  So you know I heard her comming from way down the hall.  She comes in talking with her New York accent, "hay Mista. Will-iams......don't you want to me a big big favor?"  You know I just moved down here from New Yourk and all, and I need a real "handy mann" to help me put my furniture togetha.  I really need help with the bed.....You look like the type who is good with his hands...  I just smirked and tried to change the subject.  If she wasn't 5'11 and 250 lbs, I would have jumped at the opportunity to come over and work things out in her bedroom.  After she sensed I was trying to change the subject she switched it for me and asked if I had plans for the holidays.  I told her how I never make any because I always get together with my family.  I asked her if she had plans, she said yeah.  Her mother is comming down from New York with her cousin and friend and she is cooking for all of them.  Then she popped the question I felt was comming, "You know you are welcome to join us for thanksgiving dinner."  I said thanks, but no thanks, I will have my hands full with my family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only the cute ones were so proactive with what they want!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110066039938032216?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110066039938032216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110066039938032216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110066039938032216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110066039938032216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-being-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110056948369358337</id><published>2004-11-15T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:44:43.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holiday Season&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy for us to become absorbed in ourselves.  We become obsessed with our goals and ambitions, depressed by our shortcommings, and become heartless to the outside world.  The holiday season always manages to pull me back to reality when I go wind surfing on that cloud of self-righteousness.  The holiday season is more than just the commercialized meaning of good food and expensive gift-giving.  It's a time to reflect upon your religious beliefts and a time to spend with loved ones and a season to extend a helping hand to those incapable of helping themselves.  I challenge all that read this blog to go out of your way this holiday season and do something nice for a complete stranger in need.  For those of you still riding the wave of self-righteousness, here are some suggestions.   Volunteer a few hours one saturday at a homeless shelter or soup kitchen.  Spend some time with the elderly in a nursing home for a few hours.  Give some money or food to the homeless guy on the street who you ignore everyday!!!   Mentor a child in need of a good role model.  Purchase gifts from the heart instead of gifts driven by materialistic wants and desires.  Try buying gifts that people actually need.  Underwear is a great gift, cause I know some of y'all got some drawls that date back to freshman year in college or older!!!  Maybe I'm just speaking for myself lol!!!! I still have a pair boxers from the store Britches!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110056948369358337?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110056948369358337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110056948369358337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110056948369358337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110056948369358337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/holiday-season-it-is-so-easy-for-us-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110013271687745662</id><published>2004-11-10T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:25:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents Just Don't Understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called to the office by the principal today.  Apparantly a parent called and was irrate because her child earned an "E" in my class for first quarter.  Unlike most parents I deal with, she sent me an email at the begining of October stating that she wanted me to email her all the homework assignments and test/quiz dates.  I told her I could not make that promise, she would have to email me every time she wanted to know and I would try my best to respond.  She accepted my offer and whenever she emailed me asking what the homework was, I replied with it.  She told the principal today that I only replied to four emails and she has emailed me over thirty times and that I never informed her that her son was not completing the assignments.  Check out a portion of her email to me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do understand that my son  is 14 years old and should be more responsible for his school work.  Unfortunately, he isn't  therefore, Imust check his assignments daily and make sure he prepares for his tests/quizzes so that he is academically successful.  I depend greatly on his instructors keeping me informed of his progress.  Since I have intervene, Stephan has gone from a "D/F" (in all of his classes) to a"B" (except for your class).  As I stated in the initial email (and to the vice principal, any grade short of a "B" is unacceptable.  Moving forward, what does Stephan need to do/complete to obtain a "B"in your class?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I commend your efforts on staying abreast of your sons'  academic progress.  I agree at the beginning of October you did email me requesting that I keep you informed with assigned homework and upcoming exams.  I also stated that I would try my best to keep you updated on what assignments are assigned.  As a teacher, we are required to  wear many "hats" and our responsibilities extend far beyond tracking student's progress on a daily basis; thus requiring us to have a very ambitious schedule to keep in school and in our personal lives.  Your request did not entail that you wanted to be updated on what assignments Stephan did or did not complete.  Your email outlined that you wanted to know what assignments were given.  Upon review of Stephan's quarter one grade, the majority of his missing assignments were class work.  That is work that Stephan chose not to do or not turn in inside the classroom.  I always announce when I am going to collect a class work assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is missing 14 class work assignments and 6 homework assignments.  That translates into 20 zeros in my grade book.  When class work counts as 50% of the total grade, well things are not looking to bright for him.  The bulk of his missing work is class work, she requested that I email her homework and test/quiz dates.  So she needs to stop bitching and moaning and put the responsibility on her son where it belongs in the first place.  Now I have to be burdend with attedning a conference on this issue Friday morning at 7:15 am with him, his mother, the principal, vice-principal, and math department head!!!  Not to mention I had to pull out the archives and print out every email she has ever sent me and every email I have replied to!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110013271687745662?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110013271687745662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110013271687745662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110013271687745662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110013271687745662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/parents-just-dont-understand-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-110005375424576765</id><published>2004-11-09T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:30:32.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend I had alot of time to reflect over my life because I couldn't afford to go anywhere!!!! Most of my conscious efforts were focused on analyzing myself and what are the reasons as to why i'm still single. Yes, I have some short commings, but who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My schedule is horrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zero tolerance for bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am "highly selective" when it comes to women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too sarcastic at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Often times kill women with kindness&lt;/div&gt;I concluded that those downfalls, are not enough to justify my recent relationship track record. Let's take a minute to list a few disasters I have experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most recently....the Liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two week relastionship with a stalker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman with whom I wasn't physically attracted to, but everything else is on point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three month relationship with a girl just for the sake of being in a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless women who told me I am too good for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless women that preferred to be good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless basket cases I have met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless women who lack indiscretion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless women who lacked goals and ambition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countless women who lacked a personality or possessed a dry personality&lt;/div&gt;Of all the girls I have ever talked to in my twenty three years of existence on this planet I have been in a total of four relationships of which none lasted more than 3 months!!!! Now that is pretty sad!!! I've reached the point in my life where I no longer desire the "playboy" lifestyle. I've been there, done that, and enjoyed it. Now it is time to try my hand at the relationship thing. Afterall, I don't have much experience in that department. From what I'm told, I would make a great boyfriend. How good could I possibly be a good boyfriend if I never get an opportunity to be one? If Mrs. Right were to walk in my life today, would I be ready to receive her? Probably not, because I'm bitter right now towards women. That's right I'm a lil salty!!!!! Don't I have the right to be?!??!?!?! I recognize the problem, but what is the solution? They say time heals all wounds, but I've had 23 years of that so far. You be the judge, I'm open for suggestions........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-110005375424576765?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110005375424576765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=110005375424576765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110005375424576765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/110005375424576765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-past-weekend-i-had-alot-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109970969341719141</id><published>2004-11-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:54:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a small world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met this girl this past summer at XS Sushi Bar who really gave me hope to my sad relationship track record.  She was everything I was looking for: provided stimulating conversation, outgoing personality, educated, nice personality, cultured, goal oriented, and was very attractive with the right blend of sex appeal.  The next few weeks were followed by the "GET TO KNOW YOU" period, the period we all wish to skip.  Due to our hectic schedules, and the fact that she lived over 45 minutes away, it was very difficult to actually go out.  To my surprise she was very cooperative and willing to work around my schedule.  I thought, this could be potential!!  One night I invited her over, and cooked dinner for her and we had a nice 3 hour chat just talking about life and our goals.  She revealed her plans of moving back to Baltimore because she was in the process of buying a house.  She then revealed a skeleton she was holding in her closet.  She told me that she was not completely over her ex-boyfriend.  He did her so dirty, that she said she would never consider getting back with him.  She just needed time to get over him.  I was grateful that she had the balls to be honest.  I thanked her for it, and I said take all the time you need.  As time went on, she told me that she lost her house at settlement due to some legal obligations and was trying negotiate a better selling price for her current home.  A week later she revealed that she had to go out of town for her job.  I told her just give me a call when you get back into town.  The day she was supposed to come into town, she didn't call.  I called her the next day to find out that her cell phone was turned off.  I then called her house, and that number was disconnected.  So call her friend, to see what is going on.  She said oh, you haven't heard.....I said no, she said you know she is engaged!!!!  I said no, I didn't know, to who?  She said her ex-boyfriend.  I then found out through the grapevine that she never stopped dating her ex-boyfriend, he was always in the picture.  I then found out she never had a house to sell, let alone buy.  I also found out she was living in baltimore with one of her friends.  I didn't want to believe any of this, because I hadn't heard from her.  Then again, I haven't heard from her since she left for her job.  Months went by, and I have yet to hear from her until last weekend.  One of my college friends called and invited me out to a get-together out in DC.  When I arrived, guess who was there toting that engagement ring!!!!!  She was so shocked to see me, she was at a loss for words.  Well you know I had a million one things to say, she just found every excuse not to talk to me, because she didn't want to face what I had to say.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Boys and Girls....what did we learn from all of this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER DO DIRT.....IT WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109970969341719141?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109970969341719141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109970969341719141' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109970969341719141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109970969341719141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-small-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109962235903880596</id><published>2004-11-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T18:39:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;People Pole Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all of you male or female who follow my blogs, this question goes out to you:  Would you ever date someone who you were not physically attracted to?  HOL UP WAIT A MINUTE, Before the yellow flag of questions is tossed let me clarify this situation.  The individual has a great heart, stellar personality, is goal oriented,  and is actively pursuing those goals.  On the dime scale, they are barely tipping the scales rating a two, but can dress up to a 4 or 5.  Beauty is only skin deep and fades away in time, so would you pursue this individual in hopes that they could be your soul mate?  Would you just turn the other cheek and play the dating game and battle the odds of finding a model type person?  If you did start a relationship with that individual, would it be doomed before it starts because you will always be filled with regret?  What if I hadn't started this relationship would I have found some equal but more attractive, or is this as good as it gets?  That type of regret could drive a (wo)man to cheat out of curiosity.....Let me know your thoughts on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109962235903880596?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109962235903880596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109962235903880596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109962235903880596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109962235903880596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/11/people-pole-question-for-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109883743368100192</id><published>2004-10-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T17:37:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny Incident.....&lt;br /&gt;I was grading papers this evening and ran across an interesting paper.  The question read graph the two equations and explain whether or not the two lines are parallel, perpendicular, or neither.  I was reading one student's response and it was obviously wrong because he wrote two sentences.  It read, " I added two to both sides dawg.  Then thats howI got my answer ya feel me."  I didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him, you be the judge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109883743368100192?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109883743368100192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109883743368100192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109883743368100192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109883743368100192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/funny-incident.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109875679141110248</id><published>2004-10-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T19:13:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Cell Phone Industry&lt;br /&gt;The biggest rip off next to insurance there is!!!!!  I used to be a faithful subscriber to nextel for about 3 years.  I must say they were the worst three of years of my celluar carrying days.  Nextel has managed to do the following things in the last three years to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send me someone else's bill on more than one occasion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charge for me night and weekend use when I had unlimited usage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charged me for long distance calls that I did not make&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eroneous charges that totaled over $1000&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taxes that exceeded $20 per month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I paid $10/month for internet use, I still g0t charged $.10 per text message sent or received&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The numerous dropped calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paid $4 every month for insurance, as soon as the phone breaks for whatever reason, its not covered under the insurance you are paying for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All those reasons prompted me to change providers and switch back to AT&amp;T Wireless.  I never had a problem with them before I switched to Nextel.  I switched to AT&amp;T and purchased the "free" phone and had my Nextel phone number imported to my AT&amp;amp;T phone.  I figured how could they possibly screw that up!?!?!  Well they did.........Low and behold I get my first bill in the mail and what do I notice?  The bill totaled $110.16, and keep in my mind my monthly plan is $49.99 per month.  I read over the bill in detail and discovered these bastards charged me for my nextel phone and my AT&amp;T phone!!!!  I had to call them and lay them out, and get thangs skrait!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109875679141110248?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109875679141110248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109875679141110248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109875679141110248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109875679141110248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/cell-phone-industry-biggest-rip-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109823574422542830</id><published>2004-10-19T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:29:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reggie...I wanted to kick her out but I ain't have the balls too!!!  I know what you gonna say, "MAN UP NI*%A!!!!"  You need to rent &lt;em&gt;Office Space&lt;/em&gt; on DVD, your job sounds an awful lot like that movie.  That movie was my inspiration to quit my job and corporate America, and to start working for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email to my Boss at work about an incident that occured at work today and over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalk Throwing Incident&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think a graded writing assignment would be a sufficient consequence for the actions of an individual throwing chalk at me.  The only people who would do the assignment would be those who were not involved in the incident and are passing my class with flying colors.  The people/person involved most likely is one of my problem students who does not care about their grade in my class.  Another graded assignment means nothing to them, adding another zero to my grade book would be letting them of the hook.  The intent was to harm me whether it be physically, mentally, or verbally.  What would happen if they threw a pencil at me and it managed to stab me?  Would they still be assigned a writing assignment on making positive choices?  It's bad enough the students do not respect me, and they are well aware of the consequences of all of their actions.  They know they can get away with anything they want.  Let's take that class for example:&lt;br /&gt;Student #1 threw two desks and two chairs in my room&lt;br /&gt;Student #1 cursed me out&lt;br /&gt;Student #2 has cursed me out on several occasions&lt;br /&gt;Student #2 has come to my class on time twice in the past 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Student #3 continually curses me out and disrespects me and my authority&lt;br /&gt;Student #3 walks in and out of my room as she sees fit&lt;br /&gt;Student #4 has physicallythreatened me, disrespected me, and cursed me out&lt;br /&gt;Student #5has missed at least 12 days of school most of which were consecutive&lt;br /&gt;Student #6 has stated that she is playing the system for a fool and she does what she pleases at&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;Yet all of these students are currently still in my class despite suspension, MIR's, office referals and parent conferences.  Yet none of their behavior or actions have changed.  In response to their actions excuses are made for them by guidance counselors, administration, parents, and even the state.  In the student's perspective, why not do what you please in the course of a day.  You won't be held accountable for your actions anyway.  I've had countless students tell me, that they are not concerned with any of the school's policy on reprimanding them.  They are not strict enough.  MIR's work on students who have respect for authority and consequences.  It does not work on students who do not care.  More strict rules need to be established.  I suggest expulsion, failing students, sending them to alternative high schools, and even juvenile hall/jail time for some of their actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I do apologize for the tone of this email, but I am one to speak my mind when something bothers me.  I don't mean to sound like the, "militant black guy," nor am I trying to undermind anything you say or do.  Please do not take this personal, but this is just my frustration with the school system as a whole.  I will stop by your room or catch you in the office tomorrow morning to discuss some alternatives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109823574422542830?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109823574422542830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109823574422542830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109823574422542830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109823574422542830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/reggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109814705044828229</id><published>2004-10-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:50:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past weekend was pretty suspect.  Call me a dumb azz, but I never knew the 1 had free drinks from 6-8pm!!!!!  I knew it was free to get in, but free drinks too...dats wsup!!!!  Had a great time at the one chillin with the fellaz.  Glad to see Reggie out and about as well as Dick, Dizz, and Zane.  Got faked on 4 times in the club before I had one successfull hit, but its all good...I just kept reminding myself I was getting some on Sunday.  Saturday was a blur for some reason, and then Sunday came along.  I got faked on AGAIN, and was left with a mean case of blue balls!!!!!  What a weekend......hopefully some of y'all had a better weekend.  Maybe my luck will turn around over the next two weekends.  Those mighty Morgan Bears will be at it for their homecomming this weekend, followed by the Howard's the following weekend.  Friday night is up in the air so far.  Saturday day i'm checking out the game, and night I am hittin Gardel's up for the afterparty (across the street from Port Discovery).  Sunday I am contemplating the late night party at the Belevedere (from 2-5am).  I just might have to call out from work on that one!!!!  Anybody trying to roll, let me know.  If anybody heard of any halloween parties hit me up.  Plans for the following weekend....stay tuned for more details.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109814705044828229?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109814705044828229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109814705044828229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109814705044828229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109814705044828229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-past-weekend-was-pretty-suspect.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109761946513691476</id><published>2004-10-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T15:17:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have nothing orginal to say.  I guess I will just comment on Dick's thought of the day.  He spoke about the mid-twenties crisis and how we are affected by it.  I do no think that any of us are where we envisioned ourselves to be by now.  In some respects we are far behind our vision, and in some regard we are light years ahead.  The key thing to remember is to always have a goal and work towards acheiving it.  Life is short, work hard but play harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay tuned for clips for the next entry on PROVERBIAL BULLISH!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109761946513691476?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109761946513691476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109761946513691476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109761946513691476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109761946513691476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-nothing-orginal-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109746450451811522</id><published>2004-10-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:15:04.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I've done everything possible to sell tihs damn truck but to no avail, I still have it.  It's been on Ebay, Autotrader maganzine and dot com, and tried to sell it companies, and tried to sell it to Carmax, and nothing, notta, zip, shit!!!!!!  It's absolutely ridiculous that I am spending $600 per month on a truck that I don't want nor do I drive!  I even considered letting a friend of mine make the truck "dissapear."  This weekend I went out and investigated the unthinkable.  I went out shopping for a new car.  The plan was to sell the truck to Carmax and to trade in the green bomb shell to cover the negative equity on the truck, and attempt to try to buy a new car on good faith of credit with no money down.  Needless to say I can't afford a thing out there on the market.  There is nothing I like that costs under $25,000.  A car in the $20,000 - $30,000 range will deliver $300 - $800 monthly payments...YIKES!!!!!!  Keep in mind you have to add insurance on top of that cost!!  I've decided to sell the truck back to Carmax and to take out a loan from the bank to cover the negative equity on the truck.  Life sucks sometimes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109746450451811522?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109746450451811522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109746450451811522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109746450451811522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109746450451811522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-ive-done-everything-possible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109694247219989279</id><published>2004-10-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T19:16:44.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelin good, feeling great......had a great weekend!!!!! Gotta say thanx to Shaun, Tasha, Van, and John for such a funny weekend!! Gotta thank all those who were able to come out to the fight party at the last minute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh by the way, Lakia had her baby today, India Janae' Leonard, at 2:28 pm today 7lbs. 14 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109694247219989279?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109694247219989279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109694247219989279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109694247219989279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109694247219989279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/feelin-good-feeling-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109667835617501646</id><published>2004-10-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:52:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking my life back!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What consumes my time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full time job - Teaching at New Town High School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Part time job - Renovation Planning and Preparation (RPP) LLC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My business - Ez as Pi tutors &lt;a href="http://www.ezaspitutors.com"&gt;www.ezaspitutors.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Godson - Aiden Joshua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the process of buying my first home!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dating trying to find Mrs. Right!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tending to that list is finally starting to take its toll on me.  In an attempt to put 100% effort in all of those things, my personal life is suffering immensely!!!!  Laundry is piling up, dishes are sky high in the sink, the house is a mess, my car needs attention, My stress level is through the roof, I go days at a time without eating due to lack of time to prepare a meal, I average 4.5 hours of sleep per night, I get sick often now, and I've even been forced to step out of the dating circle!!  Something has got to give!!!!  I can't keep this up, but I can't let anything go.  All those things listed are necessary to accomplish my goals I set.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have spent many sleepless nights defining my life.  Deciding what I want to do with it, how I should spend it, with whom I should spend it with, and how I should set goals to achieve this.  I have worked hard to align myself to these goals.   Some days I feel like all my hard work is in vain.  What I have accomplished so far in life I am extremely proud of, but is it a gift as well as a curse?  I have learned to set high expectations of myself and of those who I call my friends, but have I set myself up for failure in the relationship department?  All the girls I meet are just not on my level.  I know that sounds conceited as hell, but thats how I feel.  I want a relationship where we grow together and help each other accomplish our individual and collective goals.  The talent pool is not diverse enough to acheive this, based on what I have met.  Just when I had given up hope that a girl on my level exists, I met three.  Instead of embracing and taking advantage of such a rare opportunity, I managed to screw that all up not once but three times!!!!  I got so wrapped up in my daily responsibilities that I did not take the time to keep in touch with them and tend to their needs.  Now I fear that I may have lost their interests due to me not being persistent in tending to their needs.  Should I place the blame all on myself?  If they were interested as much as I was interested, they could have taken over and tried t pursue me!!  I think I'm gonna place the blame on all four parties!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry about blogging twice today and the length of this blog, but I had alot to vent about.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109667835617501646?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109667835617501646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109667835617501646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109667835617501646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109667835617501646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/taking-my-life-back-what-consumes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109667558510455995</id><published>2004-10-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:06:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby, u know how much I love you gurl.  There ain't nuffin I won't do for you gurl you are my heart and my air dat I breave.  When shit go left in my life you make me go right, you complete me gurl.  I know you trying to keep what we got between us on da hush, but shit gettin serious and erybody gonna find out.  Since dats da case we need to take shit to the next level.  You know I been suckin, lickin, fingerpoppin, and slurpin dat pu*sy right, but its about time u let me nut baby.  I know you scared of gettin pregnant, but I'm a use protection.  You ain't got nuffin to worry bout, let me do that.  I'm a take care of you, i'm ready to settle down and start a family wit u gurl.  Dats how I feel about you.  You could be my wifey baby.  You know I lays it down any time u ain't  complain not even once bout da way I make you cum.  I'm da best their is at f*ckin, licking, sucking, slurppin, and laying da pipe.  I'm down wit all da freaky ish except for that gay shit.  It's about time you let me cum gurl.  Get at me when you read this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a letter from a 9th grade student to his girlfriend at my school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109667558510455995?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109667558510455995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109667558510455995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109667558510455995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109667558510455995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-u-know-how-much-i-love-you-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109595511115294307</id><published>2004-09-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T08:58:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in awhile, not because I didn't want to, I just didn't have time to!!!  This new teaching gig is really more work then previously thought.  It takes alot of time out of my day.  I have very little free time throughout the day.  The web filter here is no joke, I can't check comcast, yahoo, or hotmail mail!!!!!  Most websites are banned except &lt;a href="http://www.bcps.org"&gt;www.bcps.org&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog a lil later when I have some more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109595511115294307?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109595511115294307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109595511115294307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109595511115294307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109595511115294307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-awhile-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109510269194221837</id><published>2004-09-13T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:11:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess What!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time Wednesday, I will be a God-Daddy to a bouncing baby boy!!!!!!  Under Doctors orders Stacie's labor will be induced at 8pm tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's How I feel about the situation right now.  Until next time Bloggers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109510269194221837?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109510269194221837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109510269194221837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109510269194221837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109510269194221837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/guess-what-by-this-time-wednesday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109482426059472121</id><published>2004-09-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T06:54:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night as I took my daily trip to the park to drop some kids off at the pool, I noticed that I'm getting fat!!!!! As I looked down I noticed I couln't see all of my manhood because my stomach was in the way. I tried to play myself and suck it in, but what's the use; it ain't like I'm a walk around all day with my stomach sucked in. I guess I just to have face the music...I'm a fat boy!!! I know it can't be because I eat too much, because I dont' eat that much because I can't afford it!!! Dayum Dayum Dayum!!!!!!!!! It's gotta be da BEER!!! Can I sue Corona for this travesty? I'm glad that the summer is almost over then and it will start to get cool out. With the cool weather I won't feel compelled to walk around in wife beaters with my gut hanging out!!! I know some of y'all feel me on this, and I know I ain't the only one. So if y'all in denial about yo ish...I will glady pull your cards and lay them on the table!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's Commin With Me!?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;marquee?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Open call for Gym partners when I ever finish physical therapy!!!!! On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday, the weather is nice, and the weekend is here, and everybody had a long week. I ain't got no big plans for the weekend. If anyone has worthwhile plans hit me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109482426059472121?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109482426059472121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109482426059472121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109482426059472121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109482426059472121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-night-as-i-took-my-daily-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109473858934845063</id><published>2004-09-09T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T07:03:09.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;olitude A word that truley describes me.  I'm not one of those people you see on MTV Made who wants to have alot of friends and be the round the way ladiez man!!  I have lots of friends, and a loving family.  Out of all of those people, none of them truely understand me or my vision.  When I tell people I plan to retire by the age of 35, they laugh or put me down.  When they see my expression, they realize how serious I am.  Despite me telling people that is my goal, they still don't understand why I work so hard!!  I know it sounds crazy to be retired by 35, but in order to do that I have to bust my azz and grind it out now.  I can't get mad at my parents, for they do not understand or agree with my vision.  They didn't have the opportunities I have, therefore it would be a diservice to them if I didn't take advantage of the opportunities availabel to me.  They took advantage of the opportunities they had and made the best of it.  Why is it so hard for them to recognize the same fact about me?  I understand the sacrifices they made for me, to provide everything I needed and most of the things I wanted.  They believe in job stability and sticking with it until you retire.  I can't do that, its not in me.  Working is not in me.  I need to have my money work for me, not me work for it!!  Why can' t my friends understand this fact!! Why can't they understand that I do not want to make this journey alone?  I want them to come with me, get this paper with me!!  I guess its true what they say, "&lt;em&gt;you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink&lt;/em&gt;."  My success will mean nothing if I have no one to share in it with.  I know my actions are risky, but now is the best time to make them because nothing is dependent on me.  Only people that seem to understand my vision are the ones I thought never could!!  My boss here at Pulte, understood completely.  Leonard, a potential business partner understands it and is interested in helping me pursue it!!  Maybe after reading this, a few of you might understand where I comming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109473858934845063?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109473858934845063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109473858934845063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109473858934845063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109473858934845063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/solitude-word-that-truley-describes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109458168166367617</id><published>2004-09-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:28:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Henry:&lt;br /&gt;17" Elite Scorpions Rims with Brand new Tires for sale $800 combined price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Blogging...&lt;br /&gt;I'm here at work with a smile on my face believe it or not.  I'm just so happy that my last day is next week, I just don't give a fuck anymore.  I've been pushing the limits all day.  I came in late this morning and made my lateness known and didn't speak to anyone.  I think I'm going to call out tomorrow, I think I might want to sleep in.  I haven't done any work today at all.  In fact I have been using company resources all day to promote Ez as Pi and to get the necessary materials together for the teaching job.  I even have been taking personal phone calls in front of co-workers!!!!!  Now let me tell all you bloggers about my weekend!!  Friday was Baye's surprise 25th Bday at The Belevedere Hotel.  John, Van, and I got there the same time as Baye did.  To our surprise we were greeted by Baltimore City Police stating that the party had been raided.  We later uncovered that the party was shut down because they did not have proper liquor and food licences.   That was a blow, so everyone just took the party upstairs to the 13th floor.  Unfortuanately, there I met this stalker type chick.  She walks up to me and is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"HEYYYY....I know you don't remember me because you would've spoke by now, but I&lt;br /&gt;remember you.  I have seen you so many places and wanted to speak but I&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't.  I see you at the mall occasionally, and I saw you at the&lt;br /&gt;cookout, and I saw you at a few parties.  I know your whole crew, thats&lt;br /&gt;John, John, Dontae, Van, Purvis, Dale, Ramah, and that guy looks familiar but I&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;him."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that was running through my mind was this b*tch is on some mya &lt;em&gt;fallen&lt;/em&gt; stalker type shit.   All this time she been rambling on, she still ain't said her name or where she knows me from.  After I interrupted her monologue, I asked her name and where she knew me from.  She said that I ran track for Woodlawn High and she ran for Western.  I'm thinking to myself, you remember me off the cuff from some bullshit like dat!!!!!!  I was really worried then.  The talent was slim in the room so I had no choice but to dance with her that night.  Got the number and kept it moving to the "let out" for Club 1 and the Jacks.  Low and behold who do I run into but none other than Dickey and Henry.  My comment, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRUGS ARE VERY VERY BAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Thats all I have to say about that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning with a 102° fever, sore throat, and no energy at all.  by Midnight I manage to get myself to the emergency room to find out that I had contracted Strep Throat.  John called me that day and I told him I was sick.  He started laughing, because he said guess who you got it from!!!!!!  None other than Mya fallen stalker azz chic!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AIN'T DAT BOUT A BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109458168166367617?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109458168166367617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109458168166367617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109458168166367617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109458168166367617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/for-henry-17-elite-scorpions-rims-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109414005740069156</id><published>2004-09-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:59:49.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all the bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for being MIA for a while, but I'm back BI*CHES!!! I have been going through some ups and downs lately. On the up side, I got a new job. I will be teaching 9th grade math at New Town High School, so wish me luck!! I received two partnership offers for Ez as Pi, one with Hoops after school program, and the other with the Community Development Corp. I'm excited about determining the feasibility of those two ventures. On the down side, well have you ever told a tiny white lie, and repeated it so many times that it became your reality? When you discover the truth, you feel as if you betrayed yourself. Well folks don't try to get me to tell you what the lie was but lets just say I ain't too proud of it. Its a deep rooted one with roots digging back to 2000!!!!! Its definitely a hard thing to cope with, but I'm trying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another realization:&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have seen my car recently you would have noticed the one donut amid the other 17in tires on my car.  I had the lovely satisfaction monday of getting yet another flat tire on my way to work.  Keep in mind my spare is flat, and I already had a donut on the car.   So I called out from work happily, and spent the day finding another tire from somewhere.  Now the right side of my car has two donuts and the left side has 2 17in tires.  With this said and done, I have determined that I am a grown ass man and I no longer need rims or Tv's in my car.  So if anyone is interested in purchasing my rims with brand new tires please contact me ASAP.  For I am not a baller, and can longer be a fake azz ni**a and pretend to be one.  Back to da Honda caps for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109414005740069156?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109414005740069156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109414005740069156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109414005740069156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109414005740069156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-all-bloggers-i-apologize-for-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109292768487662614</id><published>2004-08-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:34:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ShEeD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HeNrY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big 25 (Sheed) and 24 (Henry). Y'all are both grown ass men now!!! Definitely pushing the big 3-0!!!!!! Have fun, and hopefully I will be able join in the festivities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career Path - Access Denied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well folks, I'm not sure if I want to be a teacher anymore so it's a wrap!!  Back to the drawing board for the umteenth time of how I will layout my career path.  I'm open to suggestions, despite the suggestions I have already received:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open a day care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sell drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109292768487662614?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109292768487662614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109292768487662614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109292768487662614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109292768487662614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birfday-to-sheed-and-henry-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109270360729850863</id><published>2004-08-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:47:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is all about ass;&lt;br /&gt;you're either covering it, laughing&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;off,kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it,or&lt;br /&gt;behaving like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As crude as that may seem, it actually holds some validity.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109270360729850863?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109270360729850863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109270360729850863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109270360729850863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109270360729850863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-is-all-about-ass-youre-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109225193429981077</id><published>2004-08-11T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:18:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HATRED.  I'm not sure if that word is strong enough to describe how I feel about this job.  I've blogged about this issue several times before, but issues arise that I just need an avenue to vent.  Since the last blog at this sad excuse for a job, I have let serveral things go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My office was taken away from me, divided and given to two interns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working without a desk, a computer, or phone for three days short of three months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of getting an office as promised, given a cubicle in the intern wing, where I am the only full-time employee in this wing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a workaholic mentality forced on me my boss and upper management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a degree in civil engineering, and currently doing data entry full-time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being severely underpaid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OK scratch the last one because I just found that a co-worker of mine has put in his two week's notice saying he is going to work for our competitor making $80,000 per year for the same job.  If other companies are paying eighty grand for what I do, why is Pulte not doing the same.  It's funny because of all the highest ranked executives in corporate America, 20% of them are Pulte employees.  Maybe that's where my money goes!!!  This cubicle they have placed me in feels like prison.  I am surrounded by three grayish blue walls with my back towards the door.  I hate sitting with my back towards the door.  I attempted to move the desk so that my back would be towards the cubicle wall, but the desk is attached to the cubicle wall, which is bolted to the floor.  So now I have to listen out for footsteps when doing things i'm not supposed to be like blogging right now.  Everyday I think about just quitting, only to realize the reasons why I can't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of Benefits - who will pay my physical therapy bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no job lined up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need time off to apply for jobs and go on interviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no clue what I would do besides teaching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I also just overheard that my boss was working until 11pm Monday night.  I find that pretty sad when you have a wife and two kids.  This is not unusual for him, he works 12-16 hours per day  here at Pulte and only gets paid for 40 hours per week.  What is so screwed up at home that you won't go home and face it?  He has admitted that he only spends 1 hour per day with his kids per day if he is lucky!!  What kind of father are you?  The worst part about it, many co-workers said they are in similar situations!!  These are department heads we are talking about.   I dont' understand!!!!  They claim they have so much work to do, yet their employees are begging other departments for work to do to fill their time during the day.  Why don't you just delegate some of that work to your employees, and make life easier on you.  When I suggested this, I was given the cold shoulder as if to say, your not a manager, who are you to be calling the shots.  I can't wait until the day I submit my two week's notice!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109225193429981077?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109225193429981077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109225193429981077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109225193429981077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109225193429981077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/hatred.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109216297996245227</id><published>2004-08-10T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:36:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is anything worth having, a struggle to achieve?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is financial freedom so hard to obtain?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do you have to be broke for three years when you start a business?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't people keep their word, when they say "my word is my bond yo?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do the most meaningful jobs pay the least in salary?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I try to be such a nice person and constantly get taken advantage of?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't I sell my truck?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't people rank their priorities properly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do the dumbest mistakes come with the longest lasting consequences?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't I have a desk yet?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109216297996245227?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109216297996245227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109216297996245227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109216297996245227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109216297996245227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-why-is-anything-worth-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109182569280953983</id><published>2004-08-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:55:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I found out that Rick James died, and instead of being mournful, I could not stop laughing. I just keep imagining Dave Chappelle doing a skit about his death or just the parody of him saying I'm Rick James BITCH!!! On another note, I found myself suffering from a case of the itis. I was fighting sleep some kind of hard, but I was defeated as I was typing an email to Lakia. She forwarded the email back to me and all it said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tmo I should,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What that meant, I have no clue; what I was trying to say, you figure it out!! I tried my best to stay awake but I just couldn't. I just hope no one saw me, since I am sitting in an common area where any and everyone can see me. Well it's almost quitting time for the day, and I must rush to Babies R US, to grab a gift for Stacie's Baby Shower tomorrow. I don't know if I'm ready to be a God Father, what do y'all think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109182569280953983?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109182569280953983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109182569280953983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109182569280953983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109182569280953983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-fridaytoday-i-found-out-that-rick.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109154698640161171</id><published>2004-08-03T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T08:29:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning at 7:45am knowing I belong to work by 8:30am.  Needless to say I was a little late getting to work this morning.  To my surprise, I had a very productive morning up until now.  From here my productivity goes down hill, because I have lost that inspiration to do this monotamous, tedious, and frustrating work.   It's kinda lonely here today because no one is here!!! Lakia hasn't come yet, all the interns left for the Orioles Game, so I have no one to email or talk to while I'm stuck here in this office space.  Maybe this blog will help kill some time.  Maybe not, because I have just run out of things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109154698640161171?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109154698640161171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109154698640161171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109154698640161171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109154698640161171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/08/woke-up-this-morning-at-745am-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109111018326562219</id><published>2004-07-29T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:33:02.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professionalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or the lack thereof&amp;nbsp;when dealing with Pulte Homes.&amp;nbsp; I definitely got the &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;dukey face&lt;/span&gt; this morning, upon arrival to work.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I returned to work, June 15, &amp;nbsp;off of injury I have not had a desk or a computer in which to work from.&amp;nbsp; All my work is computer based, so I am forced to do all work on paper, and input that data&amp;nbsp;into a computer at a later date when someone allows me to use their computer.&amp;nbsp; As of recently, I have been using whoever's desk that is on vacation and or sick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was told from&amp;nbsp;the day that I returned that I would get an office over on the new wing of the office building that was under renovation.&amp;nbsp; I was told it would take no longer than two weeks before I&amp;nbsp;receive my office.&amp;nbsp; Well here it is July 29, and I&amp;nbsp;haven't received anything.&amp;nbsp; Today the new wing opened up, and naturally I thought my office would be ready.&amp;nbsp; As I was packing up my files that I have to carry home everyday due to the lack of an office to store them,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;found&amp;nbsp;out that were no more offices&amp;nbsp;left!!!!&amp;nbsp; There were only cubicles and&amp;nbsp;there were no provisions for me to move over to the new side.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I decided to see if I was the only one who was left out of the "loop."&amp;nbsp; Come to find out, that I am the only one.&amp;nbsp; Even the interns were given space over on the new side.&amp;nbsp; In fact the office I was supposed to get originally but was given to the interns, I can't even move into that now, because they are converting that into a conference room.&amp;nbsp; The interens desks and&amp;nbsp;computers were packed and all the 45 blueprints I use on a daily basis were packed up and moved to the new space.&amp;nbsp; So now I am forced to once again have no desk or office, but also commute back and forth to use the plans that are now housed on the other wing.&amp;nbsp; Since I have come back to work, I have not worked a full week due to tri-weekly physical therapy appointments during the workday and interviews for other jobs.&amp;nbsp; I used to feel bad about that, but now I don't.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I got here 5 mins late and I am going to leave 2 hours early, and I dare anyone to say a mumbling word to me about it.&amp;nbsp; I gotta thank y'all for taking the time to listen to my frustrations, I greatly appreciate it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Dickey...Please come up with another nick name for Reggie other than your sperm colored friend&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109111018326562219?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109111018326562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109111018326562219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109111018326562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109111018326562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/professionalism-or-lack-thereof-dickey.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109103101053387890</id><published>2004-07-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T09:10:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamaze Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I went with Stacie to her first Lamaze class.&amp;nbsp; I went out of pity because her triffling baby's father would not go with her.&amp;nbsp; I felt awfully sorry for her because everyone there was married, and had their husband's with them.&amp;nbsp; There she was out of wedlock, and with a triffling baby's father who wasn't there.&amp;nbsp; Everyone assumed I was the father until I had to foil that misconception during introductions.&amp;nbsp; I had to make it very clear that I was only the Godfather!!!&amp;nbsp; Nonetheless, I was glad I attended because I actually learned alot and have a new appreciation for women and the whole birthing process.&amp;nbsp; One of the images that stuck, was that the uterus is normally the size of a pear, but during pregnancy it swells to the size of a watermelon or larger.&amp;nbsp; Can you imaging something that big inside of you?&amp;nbsp; Since it swells so large, it pushes the intestines out of the way, compresses the stomach and bladder.&amp;nbsp; That explains why pregnant women have to urinate all the time.&amp;nbsp; Back and hip pain are usually a side effect to pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; It was just amazing how much I learned, when I thought I learned everything there was to know in sex ed and personal experiences.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The cervix only&amp;nbsp;dialates 10 cm, and&amp;nbsp;the average baby's head is twice that dimension in circumference!!!!!&amp;nbsp; That has&amp;nbsp;got to be painful to&amp;nbsp;push something out of a hole that is&amp;nbsp;at leas two times too small!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; For that ladiez....you get much respect.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109103101053387890?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109103101053387890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109103101053387890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109103101053387890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109103101053387890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/lamaze-class-last-night-i-went-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109041607936186415</id><published>2004-07-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T06:22:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XS Sushi Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayun.....I felt like the star in a movie last night at XS.&amp;nbsp; I must say that is the place to get your grown and sexy on.&amp;nbsp; I have never been in a social scene with distinguished people our age, networking and socializing freely without hangups.&amp;nbsp; I noticed a fine young woman from the corner of my eye strolling in the building.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, she actually knew one of the girl's at our table and joined our party.&amp;nbsp; I decided to test my game and spit a few lines.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise we sparked up stimulating conversation.&amp;nbsp; I found myself at odds with myself; I have never hollaered at a girl and she respond with stimulating conversation.&amp;nbsp; I found myself entering new territory, and I felt like a lil boy nervous of what to do next.&amp;nbsp; She went into her political interests, her personal hobbies, and her view on social issues.&amp;nbsp; I was literally in awe....I had to regroup and MAN-UP, because I was at a lost for words.&amp;nbsp; I was so impressed with her demeanor, her sex appeal, her ambition, and charisma, I didn't know how to react to these feelings I never felt before on meeting someone for the first time.&amp;nbsp; I finally got myself together and began to feed off of her conversation and eventually spark up my own conversations with her.&amp;nbsp; She told me she is a business owner and offered to do a joint venture with my business and hers.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the night, I walked her to her car, got the number, and made sure she got home safely.&amp;nbsp; I must say, it was a good night!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Red Maple Sunday Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109041607936186415?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109041607936186415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109041607936186415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109041607936186415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109041607936186415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/xs-sushi-bar-mayun.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109032927283212946</id><published>2004-07-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T06:14:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sleeping Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night it came to my attention, that we all have&amp;nbsp;major hidden potential.&amp;nbsp; Most of us are and the remainder are on the way to become college graduates.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our degrees span from engineering to business to teaching, covering all technical fields in between.&amp;nbsp; There is no reason why we can't all network with each other to achieve our goals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By doing that not only are you doing what you have to do to get paid, but you are also sharing that wealth with&amp;nbsp;your friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Instead of waking up the sleeping giant inside of all of us, we waste our lives away at our dead end jobs with decent to excellent pay with benefits.&amp;nbsp; Last night I had a business meeting with Ramah, who is the&amp;nbsp;president of Aquacept an IT company.&amp;nbsp; Our meeting concluded with us closing a deal for him to create my webpage and identity for Ez as Pi LLC.&amp;nbsp; I could have easily gone to another company and solicited their business, but instead I chose a fellow alumni of the Illustrious Morgan State University, who also shares a common goal.&amp;nbsp; We are both emerging businesses in two different fields, trying to expand our company.&amp;nbsp; After the meeting we shared ideas on future investments that we both plan to make, and we are considering a possible joint venture on some of those ideas in the future.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My company is in need of a good tax attorney to provide&amp;nbsp;tax advice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will be in the market shopping for a few things&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;near future such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tax Attorney&lt;br /&gt;Clients&lt;br /&gt;Qualified Tutors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe some of you could adivse me on these topics or refer someone who could.&amp;nbsp; Imagine what we all could accomplish if we all just worked together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109032927283212946?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109032927283212946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109032927283212946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109032927283212946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109032927283212946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/sleeping-giantslast-night-it-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-109024814521827922</id><published>2004-07-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T07:43:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last Weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a wonderful weekend!!!!&amp;nbsp;Dream really lived up to its name, because it was so &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dreamy&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; OK maybe that was a little over the top, but I had a really good time.&amp;nbsp; I could of done without Wyclef Jean's Performance, but I must say he did bring the ladies out to da club for some reason. Saturday was kicked off by Angel's Housewarming.&amp;nbsp; Congrats on the new home, its really nice.&amp;nbsp; That was followed up by the Alpha Phi Alphia Mid-Summer Boat Cruise.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is the entire boat was tipsy before we even left the harbor at mid-night.&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect till 1am, and the laidez were single and ready to mingle.&amp;nbsp; I thought the rain would of dampened the mood, but people just kept partying anyway.&amp;nbsp; I actually came home a winner at the end, you can never complain with those odds!!!!&amp;nbsp; Dizz, I really wanted to try Charisma Sunday, but I just didn't have the energy, keep in mind I had a 7:30am physical therapy appointment.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next weekend, if it is a weekly thing.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow night &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;XS Sushi Bar&lt;/span&gt; for all those interested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-109024814521827922?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/109024814521827922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=109024814521827922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109024814521827922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/109024814521827922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108997902158335629</id><published>2004-07-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T05:14:11.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta give a special shout to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; for taking that leap and deciding to tutor.&amp;nbsp; Not only are you making yourself a better person, but you are also helping somebody else accomplish their goals; Reach 1 Teach 1.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, helping me make money on the side too.....but I'm not the issue!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Dizz.....will I host a foam party or female jello wrestling at my house....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Upcomming Events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Dream Nightclub - Wyclef Jean Performance &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Alpha Phi Alpha Mid-Summer Boat Cruise aboard the Bay Lady &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 20 at XS Sushi Bar &lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&amp;nbsp;July 25 at the Red Maple - Soul Candy Theme&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody please tell me what Charisma is all about on Pier 4!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108997902158335629?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108997902158335629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108997902158335629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108997902158335629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108997902158335629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-gotta-give-special-shout-to-dizz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108963707220764097</id><published>2004-07-12T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T05:57:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Case of the Mondays...&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, it's 8:31 in the morning and I already have something to say.  I could really go on and on about my genuine hatred towards this job and the people associated with it, but I refuse to go there this morning.  Especially, after watching Office Space for the first time last night.  I can really relate to that guy that just mumbled the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mmmmeeigh nfhtne hegthen I HAVE NO DESK hehtndkc kehtndndk ahtekn dhtehadf mmmmmm THATS THE LAST STRAW akdhte ahtekndhf.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their is a conspiracy out against me, and meeting women this summer.  This past spring, I decided to clear out the ole black book, and start fresh.  I had so many plans for the summer to get out and meet new faces, maybe find a summer crush that could possibly blossom into a relationship for the fall.  All those plans were put on hold due to the accident.  Since I have been able to get out, it seems like everytime I go somewhere to meet people, it turns out to be a sword fight or just full of the wrong type of girls.  This past weekend was a good example.  Me and John had plans of going to DC Saturday night with the sole purpose of meeting new girls. But the plan was changed when Phil calls and tells about a pool party in Upper Marlboro where the girls were gonna be off da hook, and there would be a jello wrestling contest.  Naturally, being males we changed our plans to go see some T&amp;A shaking around.  Only to our dismay, it turned out to be a high school high pool party, and very few people of color in attendance, AKA a waste of time.  So yet another foiled attempt to update the black book.  The Alpha Boat Cruise this comming Saturday seems to be very promising.  If not, at least I will attempt to "step in the name of love" under the stars on da boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108963707220764097?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108963707220764097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108963707220764097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108963707220764097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108963707220764097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/case-of-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108929257502698170</id><published>2004-07-08T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:16:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baggage..Issues...Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you call it, its all the same.  Have you ever wondered why your relationships don't seem to last.  Have you ever once considered the problem may have been you?  I was listening to some of my older CD's yesterday and came across the following song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bag lady you gone hurt your back&lt;br /&gt;Dragging all them bags like that&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody ever told you&lt;br /&gt;All you must hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Is you, is you, is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day all them bags gone get in your way&lt;br /&gt;So pack light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bag lady you gone miss your bus&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry up &lt;br /&gt;Cause you got too much stuff&lt;br /&gt;When they see you comin&lt;br /&gt;Niggas take off runnin&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From you it's true oh yes they do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl I know sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;And we can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Oh when someone hurts you oh so bad inside&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it you can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;So oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;If you start breathin&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't believe it&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;(So much better baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scnenario fits so many people.  How can you possibly enter into a relationship and hope for it to work, when you haven't gotten over your ex completely.  It takes time to heal from a relationship.  Healing requires time, time meaning time away from relationships and the dating scene.  Many of you need to find yourselves before you enter in a relationship.  A relationship is about being friends first and foremost.  Secondly, it's about growing together with your partner, helping each other to accomplish your goals.  So many of you have issues in one/many/or all of the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;trust - without trust there is no relationship&lt;br /&gt;self-confidence - w/out it who will be interested in you?&lt;br /&gt;dependency - You can't be completely dependent, you have to rely on people&lt;br /&gt;independency - You can't depend completely on someone, you have to take responsibility for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Love - Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Goals - What do you want to achieve in life?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have found yourself, and are comfortable with you as a person, then will you be ready to enter into a relationship.  I gurantee, your relationships will be alot easier, if they aren't at least you know the problem isn't you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108929257502698170?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108929257502698170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108929257502698170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108929257502698170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108929257502698170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/baggage.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108912118205645852</id><published>2004-07-06T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T06:39:42.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;4th of July Weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta give a special shout out to Feaster for a job well done this past weekend.  This man spent an obscene amount of money on his 4th of July/Bday cookout and it was off da hook.  Not to mention he smashed yet another Galant the day before.  If it was me, I don't know if I would have the strength or resources to continue pushing on!!!!  John you are definitely an inspiration to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also gotta give a special shout out to Stacie for having a nice cookout as well Sunday.  The food was on point, and I loved putting all y'all off the poker table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times...&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I am actually energetic this morning and happy to be at work.  Well maybe thats because i'm using this time to find another job, but none the matter glad to be here.  I'm not going to let the little things get to me like this being week 4, and I still don't have a desk, computer, or phone!!!!  It's going to be a good week.  I'm only working today and Thursday!!!!  I took off tomorrow for traffic court and Friday is our company picnic, so I will stop by there and be out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108912118205645852?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108912118205645852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108912118205645852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108912118205645852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108912118205645852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/07/4th-of-july-weekend-gotta-give-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108859950532850527</id><published>2004-06-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T06:28:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;elpless&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;rustrationof&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;istant&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ager&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;mbitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helpless...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to live your life how you see fit.  I'm grown acustomed to living a life dependent on myself.  With a broken ankle, I find myself forced to depend on other to some of the most simplistic things such as take out my trash, picking up my clothes from the cleaners, teaching me to walk again, and to carry things around the office for me.  I can't even promote my tutoring business like originally planned due to the inconvience of travel on crutches, and the time constraints of a dead end job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frustration...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I knew exactly what I wanted to be in life, and what I needed to do to achieve those goals.  The past five years have been the best and worst years of my life.  I can't even count how many times I have mapped out a path to accomplish my goals and have come to a dead end.  I have reached yet another dead end to a path I have set for myself.  I have decided that engineering is a dead end street, that I must veer off course from.  I'm looking into teaching math full-time, but will that force me to go back to school?  Will that mean that all my hard work in college was in vain because I will no longer be using it?  Am I ready to take a pay cut to teach?  More frustrating questions that will force me to map out yet another course to achive my goal of happiness.  I've been back at work at this dead end job for approximately 3 weeks, and I still don't have a place to sit, a computer to work from, or a phone to use.  I think my necessity to this company couldn't be any clearer.  4.5 years of a college education, and graduated with an engineering degree.  Only to find myself at what I thought was my dream job, just turned out to be a data entry position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distant...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more and more I work towards bettering myself, I feel as though I am distancing myself further from the opposite sex.  I can't seem to find someone who is on my level.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I want someone who is trying to grow with me.  Together we should help and support each other accomplish our goals.  All I seem to meet is either women in their early through mid-twenties who are still playing high school games, or women who are established and either looking for someone even more established or are just simply self sufficient and aren't looking to grow with any man.  Sometimes I just want to simply compromise for the sake of at least having a girl, but why compromise what I want on something that I know is not right.  I guess in this situation there is no happy medium, there is me and the extremely distant Mrs. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eager...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to start a new career, eager to start investing to reach financial freedom, eager to have a girlfriend, eager to buy a house, eager to get a better car, eager to grow closer to my friends, family, and God, and finally eager to be happy!!!  Why are those things so hard to attain?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambitions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start a new career is to start a new beginning.  A chance to give back to my community, a chance to make myself happy, and a chance to lead a healthier lifestyle.  Financial freedom, very important, if things go my way I will be retired by the age of 35.  A very ambitious goal considered by most, but very much attainable with hard work, sacrifice, and dedication.  The question is at what cost?  Am I experiencing the cost now or am I just experiencing hardship?  You be the judge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108859950532850527?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108859950532850527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108859950532850527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108859950532850527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108859950532850527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/helplessfrustrationofdistanteagerambit.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108819461483453522</id><published>2004-06-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:16:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored...Bored...Bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job so much!!!! It is the most tedious and meaningless job I ever had.  Let me break it down for y'all how meaningless it is.  In order for a house to be built, all the materials have to be pre-oredered.  Before they can be pre-ordered they have to be accounted for and priced.  So it's my job to look at a set of blueprints and count how much of all material is needed to build that house. When I say everything, I mean everything from wood studs, down to door handles!!!!  It is so boring, all I do is count all DAY LONG!!!!  Today, I went on strike and did no work.  I spent all day looking for another job online.  Only to realize there is nothing I want to do besides tutor...keep in mind I didn't say teach.  There are no decent paying full-time tutoring positions, so I would have to teach.  I even called the State Dept. asking about teaching certification.  I have to take a few classes and the Praxis certification exam.  I can't believe i'm seriously considering this option!!!!!!!  That just goes to show you how much my job sucks!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108819461483453522?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108819461483453522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108819461483453522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108819461483453522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108819461483453522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108811969793864150</id><published>2004-06-24T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T16:28:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corporate America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I always dreamed of becomming an architect and climbing up the corporate ladder within whatever company I was working for at the time.  I understood that climbing that ladder would be full of obstacles such as racism, classism, sexism, and any other ism you can think of.  Hard work and determination, the phrase that was drilled into my head over the years, was supposedly all you needed to get ahead.  Your deeds would not be in vain, instead you will be rewarded financially through your salary and perks, and also promotionally.  Contrary to this belief, Corporate America is not how I envisioned it to be.  All the things I envisioned were true, but there is more!!!!  I never knew how awkward it can be to work for a company that only has 5 black people in the entire Maryland division including myself.  I feel like I don't fit in.  None of our interests, hobbies, eating habits, style of dress, work ethic, conversation, professionalism, and sense of humor seem to be in common.  Once again, I sat at the lunch table with all the other employees, and I found myself sitting there not saying anything.  Not because I didn't want to, only because I couldn't relate to what they were talking about.  I don't play golf, I don't eat organic food, I'm not a vegetarian, I don't have rich parents, I don't go to keg parties let alone in the middle of the week, and I don't find their jokes funny.  I forced myself to make a comment on whatever they were talking about and realized I was conforming to what I always refused to.  Never conform to engage in small talk as a means to "fit-in."  After I caught myself, I realized what I had done, and what I was becomming.  I was becomming the person I vowed not to be, someone who lives a methodical life centered around work.  My boss is a workaholic, and work is therapy for him, so he forces us to share the philosophy and work late.  No one on my job has a life outside of work, therefore comming to work is not just work, but a source of entertainment for 10-12 hours out of their day.  I refuse to fall victim, and conform to this lifestyle.  There is so much life has to offer, why stay couped up in a office and waste your life away.  Work less, but more efficient, and play harder and longer; That's my motto.  I sware, I need to work for myself.  In my company as with all corporate companies, the only way to get ahead is to kiss the boss's azz!!!!  My department does a great job at that.  Our boss requires us to be to work at 8:30am.  I arrived today at 8:20 am and felt like I was late because my entire department had been there since 7:30 am working!!!!  They all asked me why I was so late!!!!  That pissed me off so much, I didn't bother to answer any one of them.  Monday, I have a doctor's appointment at 4pm, but I'm not scheduled to leave work until 5pm, so I asked my boss three days ago if I can just come in an hour early Monday and work from 7-3pm.  He hold me no, fill out a leave request form and take a day off to deal with personal matters!!!  I was furious....and for that, I won't do any  work today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108811969793864150?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108811969793864150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108811969793864150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108811969793864150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108811969793864150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/corporate-america-all-my-life-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108800622160010828</id><published>2004-06-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T10:25:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Get Crunk...Get Crunk&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This mornings mix on 92Q really got me pumped considering I was late as hell getting up.  That dirty south mix got me pumped.  Ain't nothing like a lil "&lt;em&gt;put ya hood up&lt;/em&gt;" early in the morning.  When I got to work, I found it hard to maintain a professional demeanor.  I really wanted to act a fool and yell out all of Lil John's patented phrases like...&lt;strong&gt;Ye--ah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;O--Kay&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Wh--at&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's really bad because its three of us in one office, and there is 0 privacy in here.  I know these people don't identify with urban culture let alone music.  I gotta find a way to calm down....I'm way too pumped....I'm ova here trying to do the atlanta stomp on crutches y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just getting back from lunch...and I was straight trippin!!!!  Before I get into this story, you have to keep in mind that since Pulte Homes is a homebuilder, our office is setup like a house.  The lunchroom is a huge full functional kitchen.  Everybody was seated around the table like we were back in middle school in the caferteria.   Everyone was comparing what they brought and purchased for lunch and were trading items.  It was so sick lol!!!!!!!  No one felt like going back to work, so we all just sat there.  Knowing we dont' get paid for lunch breaks, and we have to stay later for every minute we take.  No one cared, we will all still be leaving at 5pm as if we didn't take a break.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108800622160010828?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108800622160010828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108800622160010828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108800622160010828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108800622160010828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/get-crunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108792417723591160</id><published>2004-06-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:09:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How well do we know people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can we say actually know the &lt;strong&gt;real you&lt;/strong&gt;?  I often times wonder if there is really any one person who knows me completely.  I've come to the conclusion that we allow people to know what we want to reveal about ourselves to certain people; thus explaining the concept of a bestfriend or a life partner.  Do those who really know us best, really know us?  I've reached a point in my life where I will not assume that certain actions are beneath or above someone who I consider I know very well or barely at all.  After talking to a close friend, I've realized that there is a whole other side to their personality that I never knew existed.  Why after all these years, is it finally revealing itself?  Or, have I just been blinded by my own miscontrued premature judgements on who they are?  Why do I/we hide certain aspects of ourselves from others?  What are we afraid of?  My first lesson came back in high school where a good friend of mine was sentenced to life in prison because he strangled his girlfriend to death.  Little did I know, a guy who I hung out frequently with was capable of committing such a haneous crime.  I really can't get mad when I find out things about my friends that I never knew, especially when I have my own skeletons.  My most recent lesson, will lead to further discussions with that indivdual to further understand their mentality.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108792417723591160?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108792417723591160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108792417723591160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108792417723591160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108792417723591160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-well-do-we-know-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108784232803097216</id><published>2004-06-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:48:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I arrive to work to yet another day with no office, no desk, or computer.  They finally squeeze me in a temporary location which is a shared area with temp employees.  Then we have a boring azz departmental meeting which everyone slept through until the projector bulb exploded inside the projector and woke everyone up.  Now I am sitting here writing this attempting not to fall asleep doing this monotanous task they have me doing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The time is now 2:35 pm and I really have to drop some kids off at the pool.  I refuse to go to the park here in this building.  Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that tuna fish sandwhich....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was very chill...went to the movies Friday night to see Dodgeball...very funny movie a must see.  Saturday I went to my boy's Eddie graduation cook-out and then followed that up with Laini's surprise Bday party.  That made for an exciting Saturday.  Sunday was followed up by me attempting to go to Afram, but it was a foiled attempt.  Instead I ended up going downtown and just chillin at the harbor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108784232803097216?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108784232803097216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108784232803097216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108784232803097216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108784232803097216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-morning-i-arrive-to-work-to-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108743951658458831</id><published>2004-06-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:31:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Dickey....I ain't know u had a new blogspot!!!! U aint' tell me, so I ain't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As you all know by now, "Pele" has gone back to work.  This week they has been devoted to training.  Four long boring azz days of listening to someone talk for 8 hours straight.  Today's training was about Pulte Culture and how everyone is a team player, as if I gave a fuck about how I fit into this company.  Each department that we have gave a powerpoint presentation detailing what they do and how it affects me.  As I sat there and listened, I realized that I do not want to work for this company anymore.  In fact there is no company that I want to work for period.  I do not want to work PERIOD!!!!  I'd rather sit home and just collect checks somehow.  The I can't stands:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. people telling me when I can come to work&lt;br /&gt;2. people telling me what to do when I get there&lt;br /&gt;3. people telling me when I can or can't take a break&lt;br /&gt;4. asking for permission to take a day off&lt;br /&gt;5. people telling me how much I am worth and me not having control over how much I get paid for my time, my service, and my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;6. people telling me when I can get promoted&lt;br /&gt;7. people telling me when I can go home.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Instead of listening to the boring ass presentations, I spent 8 hours figuring out how to do nothing for the rest of my life and get paid for it.  To my surprise, I actually came up with something.  I can't reveal my secret cause I ain't tryin to have e'rybody up on my ish!!!  If things work themselves out....well then my 4 and a half of years of college was a waste, because I have no intention of using that engineering degree.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108743951658458831?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108743951658458831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108743951658458831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108743951658458831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108743951658458831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/hey-dickey.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-10872642863690391</id><published>2004-06-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:51:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a really need Dickey and Sheed to start updating their blogs!!!!  Before I begin with today's thoughts, I'd like to thank Henry for inviting me out this weekend.  I had a good time despite my condition, and I got to see Soul Plane for free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day that I really was not looking forward to at all.  It marked my first day back to work since that dreaded day April 16, 2004.  As expected my job was not prepared for me when I arrived at the office.  They told me to get there at 8am sharp, only for my new boss not to be there.  Not only that, I had no desk to sit at, no office like they promised, and no computer!!!!!  I had to sit in one of the intern's office for three hours waiting for my new boss to arrive.  He arrives around 11am and talks to me for 5 minutes giving me busy work to do.  Then he pulled the okie doke on me, he said well do what you can, if you have any questions wait till tomorrow, I'm going to go play golf!!!!  I found myself asking an intern for help, isn't that some ish!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-10872642863690391?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/10872642863690391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=10872642863690391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/10872642863690391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/10872642863690391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-really-need-dickey-and-sheed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108688837993772220</id><published>2004-06-10T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:26:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some shit straight out of a cartoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off like no other...got up, got dressed, started making something to eat.  In the process of making something to eat, I knocked over my glass of iced tea.  I attempted to catch the glass, but the glass was sweating from the ice inside and it slipped out of my hand because it was so slippery.  The glass bounced off the chair and crashed on the floor.  Glass was everywhere, and all I kept thinking was I have on socks and a medical boot!!!!!  I tried my best to pick up all the big pieces of glass and ice, and tried to sweep up all the little pieces to the best of my ability.  I didn't thnk I did too much of a good job of sweeping the floor since it's kinda hard to sweep and use crutches at the same time.  I decided to go back to my room and put some shoes on and try to get the rest of the glass up.  I took two steps and then I felt this pain radiate up through my good foot!!!!  Reflexes told me to put all my weight on the other foot, and thats what I did.  Only for my body not to allow all my weight to be supported by my bad ankle, and all my weight went back down on my good foot, and the piece of glass went further up in my foot!!!  This process went back and forth, until I was able to get to the chair where I was able to pull the glass out, and try to stop the bleeding.  After making my way to the bathroom and getting all bandaged up, I did go put some shoes on, and just gave up with the lunch idea.  So now i'm hungry, and dont' feel like being in the kitchen!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108688837993772220?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108688837993772220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108688837993772220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108688837993772220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108688837993772220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-shit-straight-out-of-cartoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108672424916671645</id><published>2004-06-08T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T12:50:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today I am really depressed over the fact that I start work on Monday.  This morning I actually tried getting up early just to get back into the swing of things.  Lets just say, getting up at 11am just won't cut it for work.  I started cheering myself up today by planning out my weekend and upcomming weekends.  Js is talking about going to Six Flags soon.  Thats kool with me, I just would like to be walking whenever I go.  I just got an email today about an Alpha Boat Cruise....sounds hot.  Once again I hope I'm walking by July 17, so I can thoroughly enjoy myself there and step in the name of love there!!!!  Henry keeps talking bout his tip drill party...I'm not too sure what that is because I haven't seen the video.  But since its comes from the head of Henry..I have a pretty good idea of whats gonna go down.  That sexsational party sounds pretty promising to depending on who shows.  I just hope I won't have to bring out my fencing armor in preparation for the sword fight!!!  My job is actually having an happy hour that I am considering going to next friday since I'll be working.  Hopefully I will get a lil buzz and be able to go out afterwards somewhere and get nice!!!!!!  As far now thats all the plans I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108672424916671645?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108672424916671645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108672424916671645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108672424916671645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108672424916671645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-today-i-am-really-depressed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108666142307822474</id><published>2004-06-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T19:23:43.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Thoughts and Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic #1: My ankle&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a trip to the doctor's office for a check up on my ankle.  To my surprise he told me I have to go back to work Monday!!!  Keep in mind i'm on crutches and still wearing a cast, so I don't see myself doing much work at all. Secondly, he told me I may not need physical therapy and that I won't regain 100% flexibility in my leg again.  I should regain about 90% in "time."  Without physical therapy, I'll be lucky to gain 50% back the way things are going now in my opinion at least.  Today's health care is some bullish......My insurance converage is some bullish.....and now my job will probably be some bullish as well to add icing to the cake.  I just try to remember that things could be worse.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic #2: Relationships &lt;br /&gt;Recently two close friends of mine joined and entered into a "relationship" at a very alarming rate.  As a friend to both parties, how do you tell them they are headed for disaster, knowing both of their track records.  At the same time remaining impartial to their opinions as well as feel and appear happy for them for even taking the big plunge in the first place.  Dont' get me wrong, I am happy that they decided to take the plunge but at the same time, I think the timing is all wrong.  It's kind of hard conveying this when you know they will be blinded to what they "want the relationship to blossom to be."  Sometimes I feel like i'm the third party to the relationship, because they both confide in me, and tell me their true feelings which they may or may not convey to the other!!!  In a sense, at times I know more about whats going on in the relationship than either one of them.  It's getting hard being impartial and not letting the other what I know so to keep the promise I made not to tell.  So far I just made the decision to just say nothing and let nature take its course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic #3: My relationships&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say the lack thereof....My relationships are pretty much doomed from the start because I have been blessed with a gift and a curse to see through people's facade they display upon initial meetings.  For most people it takes months for people to see someone's true colors through their actions.  But for me, all it takes is a few probing questions the first time I meet someone.  Through my questions I can tell: what you want vs. the type of person you need to be looking for, your personality, goals and priorities, and relationship longevity.  Out of the people i've dated very few have passed with flying colors earning them the badge as having their head on straight.  As I get older, the candidate pool grows smaller and smaller.  Surprisingly, the dating game has forever changed!!!! You know times are hard anytime Coons are playing games when it comes to relationships!!!!  Who gave them permission to even play the field in the first place!!!  Secondly, the card carrying members of the rainbow coalition have also entered the game, with their many titles of gay, lesbian, dl, bi, etc. In my opinion...its time to just grab someone and settle down with them and work with what you got.  As crude as they may sound, its alot safer than playing the field in todays nasty dating circle.  I just wish someone would come around so that I can settle down with that person!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108666142307822474?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108666142307822474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108666142307822474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108666142307822474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108666142307822474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/06/todays-thoughts-and-comments-where-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108559172356614194</id><published>2004-05-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:15:23.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought of the Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with an unusual strong urge to urinate.  As I was waking up, I was wondering if I would even make it to the bathroom, because I have to not only wake myself up, but my ankle as well, through a long drawn out exercise routine. Nature was calling, and I didn't have time to wake my ankle up, so I just hopped along on the crutches to the bathroom.  As I was relieving myself, I started thinking it's hard to believe that I take so much for granted.  Just the ability to get up and walk to the bathroom is a mere blessing.  As I was making my way back to bed, I started to remember that everyday is better than the last when it comes to my ankle healing.  I started my exercise routine for my ankle and realized that moving it backwards and forwards didn't feel like I was gonna split my stitches and incision open as much.  Just a few weeks ago, I felt like Uma Thurman from Kill Bill, saying "Flex your calf muscle."  After about 20 minutes, I was able to flex my calf muscle. One day soon, hopefully, I will be walking again and back out on the scene partying and living life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108559172356614194?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108559172356614194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108559172356614194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108559172356614194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108559172356614194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/05/thought-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108551441680336595</id><published>2004-05-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:46:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today's thought is inspired by the actions of people you think you know.  A friend of mine for seven and a half years suddenly made a life changing decision yesterday, that completely through me for a loop.  The friends' name and decision I'll keep confidential, but it lead me to thinking.  Just when you think you know someone, they do something that just fucks up your whole perception of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108551441680336595?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108551441680336595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108551441680336595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108551441680336595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108551441680336595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-todays-thought-is-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-108542779049439439</id><published>2004-05-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:43:10.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life up to April 16, 2004 was a pretty accomplished, goal oreiented, unhappy, and non-fulfilling existence.  Some may argue that I had everything anyone can ask for; a career, my own business, a degree, two cars to drive, my own place, plenty of friends, and a loving family.  Despite all I had, I still was very unhappy.  My therapy was staying busy, that way I wouldn't have time to focus on how unhappy I really was.  I stayed busy during the week by working 12 hour days, utilizing my gym membership, and working/running my business on my "free" time.  Weekends I kept busy by partying friday nights and saturday nights, working with kids saturday mornings and afternoons, and church/family time on Sundays.  After about 5 months of living this routine, something had to give.  I knew had to change my ways and face what I was running from, but I didn't want to because it was to hard.  So I chose not to.  Instead I found other things to consume even more time I didn't have.  I started to apply to Grad School, and I started the process to buy a house.  Then on April 16, 2004 the best and worst thing that could happen to me did.  4:45 AM, I woke up and started to get dressed for work.  The entire time, I was planning out my weekend.  I was trying to see how I could party friday and saturday night as well as fit going to go see Kill Bill Vol 2 in the weekend.  By 8:15 AM, I had it all worked out, I knew exactly how it was gonna go down.  By 8:30 AM, I was laying in a pile of mud flat on my back with a dislocated and broken ankle, staring at the sky wondering why this happened to me.  In the following weeks of complete bed rest, I had much time to reflect over my life.  I was forced to face, what I was running from all this time.  As I become more mobile with this Air Cast, I find myself reverting back to my old routine of life.  Everyday is a struggle to not only move about, but to change the way I live.  I have to take time out to just sit back and relax.  Enjoy what I have, friends I've made, and learn patience.  I am slowly learning to pace my goals and aspirations, so that I can lead a happier life.  If it weren't for the accident, I don't know if I would have ever come to my senses.  Maybe it would of taken something much worse to learn what I know now.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-108542779049439439?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/108542779049439439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=108542779049439439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108542779049439439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/108542779049439439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-life-up-to-april-16-2004-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536178.post-107776054757980362</id><published>2004-02-25T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T17:58:37.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Real World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always told me that the real world is tough, "Momma neva said things would be this rough!!!!"  As you all know I just finished school in december and was fortuanate to have a full-time job in my field the same month.  I thought I was on top of the world; sounded like it was a decent salary, many benefits, vacation time, and a vehicle allowance.  I thought life didn't get any better.  Once that first paycheck rolled in, the real world swung at me with two blows!!! A left handed TAXES gut punch followed up by a right handed insurance upper cut!!!!  All of a sudden that salary isn't so decent anymore, and my insurance is sky high.  Then I realize that people who never even went to school are making more money than me!!!!!!!  As I sit down to do my monthly bills, I realize I break even every month!!!!!  I can't save, nor can I spend much!!!!!!  What kind of BS is this!!!!!  Hey, I did what I was supposed to do in life, now I should be rewarded right?!?!?!  Seems like the only thing I learned in college was how to be a better employee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been working this grave shift, and I ain't made sh*t, I'm gonna be me a spaceship and fly away!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536178-107776054757980362?l=proverbialbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/feeds/107776054757980362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6536178&amp;postID=107776054757980362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/107776054757980362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536178/posts/default/107776054757980362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialbs.blogspot.com/2004/02/real-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066102558409539615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
