<?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-6673550107103952184</id><updated>2012-01-29T22:22:12.830-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Back in the Day'/><category term='Remarkable'/><category term='Board Games'/><category term='Saturday mornings'/><category term='really'/><category term='sex'/><category term='3G iPhone'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Food'/><category term='protect ya neck'/><category term='pets'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='RnB'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='X-Men'/><category term='Style'/><category term='poems'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Adobe'/><category term='Age'/><category term='Tattoos'/><category term='hello kitty'/><category term='Triple Letter Score'/><category term='Saving money'/><category term='Fuckery'/><category term='Jamie Foxx'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Fresh'/><category term='Phones'/><category term='my girls'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='L.A.'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='networks'/><category term='Music Videos'/><category term='wth'/><category term='Fun Times'/><category term='Interests'/><category term='m.a.c'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Knowledge'/><category term='smh'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='tragic'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Wallets'/><category term='Josephine Baker'/><title type='text'>The Marvelous Times of Nina Gobstopper</title><subtitle type='html'>Wherever I want it to go, I'll take it there...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5286142292387392768</id><published>2012-01-15T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:11:45.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A letter to my wonderful blessing...</title><content type='html'>01/15/2012:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even met you, but I already love you so much. Who knew I could feel this way? I promise to always take care of you, let you explore the beauty of the world, and help you understand the magnificent power you possess inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/18/2012:&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to hear your heartbeat, but then I found out you were already in heaven. I miss you terribly, but God above missed you most my darling. I will forever call you my angel and will always love you!!!!!! Just know we BOTH loved you from the moment we knew you were inside me. Words cannot express the joy we felt. I know you will watch over us from above *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Mommy&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pkqvRof3SA4/Tx-AhGZnYPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i9AF7ikOVX4/s640/blogger-image-1058002822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pkqvRof3SA4/Tx-AhGZnYPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i9AF7ikOVX4/s640/blogger-image-1058002822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5286142292387392768?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5286142292387392768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5286142292387392768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5286142292387392768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5286142292387392768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2012/01/letter-to-my-wonderful-blessing.html' title='A letter to my wonderful blessing...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pkqvRof3SA4/Tx-AhGZnYPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i9AF7ikOVX4/s72-c/blogger-image-1058002822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-717356287578612910</id><published>2011-11-29T02:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:09:36.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>"I&amp;apos;m glad your mother likes me..."</title><content type='html'>You know what, I'm glad she likes you too my love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-717356287578612910?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/717356287578612910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=717356287578612910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/717356287578612910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/717356287578612910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/11/glad-your-mother-likes-me.html' title='&amp;quot;I&amp;amp;apos;m glad your mother likes me...&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6453238284927523719</id><published>2011-11-22T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:25:49.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sings* "I'm so excited...."</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say how happy I am that I get to see my mother face to face for Thanksgiving! We haven't seen each other since December 2009...the longest time we've ever gone without being around each other. I'm not used to such things!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9m0Xwyyoa7c/TssyFCdZXTI/AAAAAAAAANA/uw3naVqQPWM/s1600/DSCN0364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9m0Xwyyoa7c/TssyFCdZXTI/AAAAAAAAANA/uw3naVqQPWM/s320/DSCN0364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6453238284927523719?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6453238284927523719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6453238284927523719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6453238284927523719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6453238284927523719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/11/sings-im-so-excited.html' title='*Sings* &quot;I&apos;m so excited....&quot;'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9m0Xwyyoa7c/TssyFCdZXTI/AAAAAAAAANA/uw3naVqQPWM/s72-c/DSCN0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-41352340636412633</id><published>2011-11-17T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:08:08.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progess...</title><content type='html'>I recently did something out of my normal routine: I went back to my college alma mater. Now let me explain: Upon completing my B.S. in Biological Sciences in 2005, I had no desire to return back to the place I called home for four years of my life. Sounds harsh, but it's the truth. Flash forward to the present:The reason I stepped foot on campus again was to speak at a seminar educating young college women on the importance of knowing their correct bra size. The organizers of the event had called my store (Victoria's Secret) to see if we wanted to participate. My other managers said no, but I agreed to attend. I'm so glad that I did. It wasn't just me as a guest speaker, but also a representative of the Susan G. Komen Foundation spoke on the importance of self-breast exams, types of breast cancers, and the different stages of breast cancers. During her segment, I was reminded of how fortunate I was to have a family who openly talked of different medical scenarios. Had it not been for that conversation, I probably would have ignored the pain in my own breast. Fortunately, I didn't have breast cancer, but a fibroadenoma...nonetheless, it was scary enough.After the representative spoke, I thought my presentation was minute. To my suprise, the ladies took great interest in the information that I shared. I went over how to determine the correct bra size (even though I forgot my measuring tape at the store), how to convert to your "sister" or alternate size, and of course washing and caring for your bras. I educated the girls on different fit issues they could be experiencing and a lot of them had that "a-ha" moment. I felt good on the inside. After all questions had been answered, the organizers gave us (the presenters) thank you gifts. My gift contained two mugs with the phrases "the boss" and "the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; boss". I think I'll take one to work today.Best part of the whole event? They asked me to come back to speak in January :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-41352340636412633?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/41352340636412633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=41352340636412633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/41352340636412633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/41352340636412633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/11/progess.html' title='Progess...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5455698526710909163</id><published>2011-05-17T00:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:03:46.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>Playing with Purples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUnxZzafpbc/TdIBXtVA4LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JmwdHCmNxT8/s1600/DSCN0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUnxZzafpbc/TdIBXtVA4LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JmwdHCmNxT8/s200/DSCN0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607545992846041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA861odFP0Q/TdIBXcPhKgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dNO6bHRYVqU/s1600/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA861odFP0Q/TdIBXcPhKgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dNO6bHRYVqU/s200/DSCN0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607545988259588610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my eyes in purples today to go with my new Fanta Grape shirt from Target :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5455698526710909163?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5455698526710909163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5455698526710909163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5455698526710909163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5455698526710909163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing-with-purples.html' title='Playing with Purples...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUnxZzafpbc/TdIBXtVA4LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JmwdHCmNxT8/s72-c/DSCN0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-3661689511295091833</id><published>2011-04-11T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:48:06.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Looking Inside Myself...truth hurts</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that I contain a tragic flaw: my independent mindset. There's nothing wrong with being independent, &amp; quite frankly it's the only mindset that I've been taught ever since I could remember. For some reason I feel less capable or sure of myself if I had to depend on someone else. I've been raised to be so independent that I shouldn't have to look to anyone for anything. I see my grandmother do it, as well as my mother - the two &lt;strong&gt;most influential &lt;/strong&gt;women (and people) of my life. My grandmother constantly apologizes for even asking for a ride to the store. She has always felt that if she had to ask someone to do something for her that she was bothering that person. Not the case at all of course. I guess my innate drive to remain independent comes from a previous experience I've had where I depended on someone, who consistently let me down. It almost - and that's a &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; - broke me emotionally &amp; psychologically. Pretty intense right? So as a result, I built a mental wall of defense that allowed me to solely focus on me &amp; regain my independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a wonderful, fulfilling relationship with my fiancee who makes my life so much brighter each day that passes. As of late, I can feel the struggle of dependency between us. By this I mean, she feels that I don't allow her to "be there for me" or that I don't let her "take care of me".  Emotionally she does this, but I realize what she's looking for. She's looking for me to be able to trust that she will be able to care of me. I trust her with this already....&lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; for my desire to remain independent. It becomes more and more apparent to me that if I don't get my shit together, this one tiny thing could be the rock that starts a downward spiral leading to a path that finds me alone.  I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!! So what do I do?  Close my eyes, fall backward into her arms, &amp; in doing so find a balance that allows me to be independently dependent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independently dependent...yes, it's an oxymoron, but hear me out on this. My definition of this concept is I choose to become more dependent. Not an extreme situation, but just enough that there's a nice balance. This is the best way that I trick my mind into thinking the best resolution has been put in place. Call me crazy if you want to, but I believe that in doing this I will maintain the happiness I have with the misses. LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-3661689511295091833?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/3661689511295091833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=3661689511295091833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3661689511295091833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3661689511295091833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-inside-myselftruth-hurts.html' title='Looking Inside Myself...truth hurts'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-159778027139999396</id><published>2011-03-16T15:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:42:51.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>#teamnatural</title><content type='html'>Though I haven't chronicled my loc journey in any posts (gives me an idea), &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY HAIR&lt;/span&gt; :). I recently have become nostalgic for my hair to be short again, but I don't have the heart to cut them. You may be thinking, &lt;blockquote&gt;"it's just hair....it grows back"&lt;/blockquote&gt; Sure I had the same mindset &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I thought about how many years I've had my locs: 5 &amp; counting. When my hair was short I couldn't wait for it to be long, &amp; now that it's long I desire for it to be short? Talk about irony. For many weeks I struggled with the thought of cutting my hair. I finally decided that there had to be some existing loc style that would give me the satisfaction of short hair. Thank goodness, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/fauryn78?blend=1&amp;ob=4"&gt;fauryn78&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube. I watched her coils video &amp; immediate found rekindled hope for my locs. This is how things turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCi10w6e0aU/TYEPlLsB_cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LdLaIQMx4v0/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCi10w6e0aU/TYEPlLsB_cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LdLaIQMx4v0/s200/photo%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584762144383172034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the facial expression. Lol. I was goofing off at work. I love my new look &amp; I was surprised at how many people thought I cut my hair. Fauryn78 also has excellent makeup tutorials that I'm a huge fan of....I'm such a girl. Lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-159778027139999396?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/159778027139999396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=159778027139999396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/159778027139999396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/159778027139999396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/03/teamnatural.html' title='#teamnatural'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCi10w6e0aU/TYEPlLsB_cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LdLaIQMx4v0/s72-c/photo%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-734762594405623012</id><published>2011-02-24T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:04:35.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPOuJ8goEiw/TXzcFWJv0SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sO0oKtbddjQ/s1600/tuberose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPOuJ8goEiw/TXzcFWJv0SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sO0oKtbddjQ/s320/tuberose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583579622436491554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day filled of pampering &amp; well-needed relaxation. Best part of it was spending it with my wonderful fiance &amp; friends. Not to mention I received my new laptop (I'm a Mac now!!!!). Another year has come &amp; gone, yet I'm still standing :). Thank you Jesus! That is all....LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-734762594405623012?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/734762594405623012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=734762594405623012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/734762594405623012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/734762594405623012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!!!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPOuJ8goEiw/TXzcFWJv0SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sO0oKtbddjQ/s72-c/tuberose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8336266800047434663</id><published>2011-02-06T13:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:47:22.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TU7sMxNVM7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vmph2lPo9a0/s1600/amini%2Btat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TU7sMxNVM7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vmph2lPo9a0/s320/amini%2Btat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570649493215720370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest addition of ink to my body, and I couldn't be happier. I'm at an even number of 10 now, which makes me happy because I don't like odd numbers (in regards to tattoos) much. My goal originally &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; 12. Things have changed, &amp; I haven't put a limit on how many I may get. If I feel the need to get another, I will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SN: this latest tat is on my left side, on my ribs pretty much. &lt;blockquote&gt;Did it hurt?&lt;/blockquote&gt; Yeah, but I hid the pain well ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8336266800047434663?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8336266800047434663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8336266800047434663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8336266800047434663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8336266800047434663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TU7sMxNVM7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vmph2lPo9a0/s72-c/amini%2Btat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2938001176524619428</id><published>2011-02-01T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:51:20.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Hello, My Name Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TUhU1qEV8bI/AAAAAAAAAII/CdAZGm_zDEM/s1600/chevy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TUhU1qEV8bI/AAAAAAAAAII/CdAZGm_zDEM/s320/chevy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568794220045922738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEVY :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last Thursday I became the proud owner of a 10 month old Chihuahua. I thought to rename him &amp; train him to recognize himself as Riley (I own a hamster who I named Huey. I enjoy the Boondocks.) Chevy recognizes him name already &amp; was housebroken when I acquired him so I guess it all worked out. I wanted to post something earlier about him, but he almost was sold because he chewed up the blinds in my bedroom....BADLY. My fiancee immediately posted an ad on eBay classifieds to get rid of him. I was heartbroken at first, but with convincing she decided to let him have another chance &amp; so far he's been doing fantastic. Leverage was to re-train him to not have this bad habit instead of replacing him with a dog that would probably do the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2938001176524619428?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2938001176524619428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2938001176524619428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2938001176524619428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2938001176524619428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-my-name-is.html' title='Hello, My Name Is....'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TUhU1qEV8bI/AAAAAAAAAII/CdAZGm_zDEM/s72-c/chevy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6219536994061375475</id><published>2011-01-04T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:19:02.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>WTH?????!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I just finish helping an elderly lady locate her son's phone number by looking up her billing history and seeing repeating numbers that called her frequently. I pull up the number &amp; call him to inform him that his mother has been trying to call him, but she lost the paper with his information on it. She has been stranded at the mall for &lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;, and she was worried that her son was worried about her. Do you know what he says to me? "how did you get my number?".  As if I was bothering him! Sorry, I could have told your mother that she was shit outta luck, and we couldn't do anything for her. Could have left her stranded in the mall &amp; had the police call you with the same information. Don't get an attitude with me when I'm just trying to make your mom happy?! I swear, I try to do a good deed, and get no respect....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6219536994061375475?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6219536994061375475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6219536994061375475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6219536994061375475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6219536994061375475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2011/01/wth.html' title='WTH?????!!!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-3819521749910739033</id><published>2010-12-23T11:37:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:19:14.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts on Deep Throat.....the film :)</title><content type='html'>**BE WARNED THIS ENTRY CONTATINS DISCUSSION THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THE CONSERVATIVE AT HEART. READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK** As of late, I've been all into my new found favorite passtime: Netflix. I know I'm late in jumping on the bandwagon, but I'm glad that I did. With my constant need for material to stimulate my creative mental motivations, I find Netflix to be the perfect way to accomplish this. Perfect transition into the true topic of dicussion: Deep Throat. Yep, I just typed what you thought I typed. No typos. No misspelled words. Just simply Deep Throat. I've discussed this briefly in an entry before, but never really got into the topic. I'm not going to get into the actions of &lt;em&gt;dynamic&lt;/em&gt; fellatio-giving either, I'm going to remain focused on the film Deep Throat. Of course this film entered theaters before my time; before I was even thought to be conceived, but it was a pivotal film that changed society's view of sex as a whole. Some people may be laughing to themselves, seeing how I write about a piece of pornography so lovingly. Actually, I look at it with an educational eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people that know me know that I am very much in sync with my sexuality. Always have been really, but recently I was told by one of my friends that I was the "biggest freak" she knows. I sat back and thought about her statement in relation to how society views sex. Though I see myself very educated on the topic of sex, I don't consider myself a "freak". Freak having the connotative meaning of something abnormal, unique, and frowned upon by the majority of society. If I seemed more conservative in my lifestyle &amp; didn't feel as open to speak on sex as freely as I do, I'm sure I would assimilate better....I for one, have never been a fan of direct assimilation. I prefer to express my individuality instead of becoming a mindless drone to the whims of what someone else feels I should do with my life :) *gets off soapbox* I find it funny how double standards still exist in my generation of forward thinking people (I solely am referring to my friends I've made over the years - WE ARE VERY FORWARD THINKING). In conversations with my male friends, some of them consider themselves to at one time or another a "ho". "I used to run through women like socks and drawers". Really?! Glad that you've come to this revelation and evolved as a result. In the same thought, if a woman said the same thing automatically she is considered "loose", "ho-like", or even "promiscuous". Is she not exercising her freedoms to choose how many people she wants to sleep with just as a man would? Sure she's exposing herself &amp; increasing her risks to contract some sexual transmitted infection, but so would a man in the same situation. I'm sure people would give the word "promiscuous" a different view if they understood that medically speaking, more than one sexual partner per year makes an individual promiscuous. See, even got you thinking ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film Deep Throat simply opened up a venue for dialogue so that people could actually discuss the thoughts that were running through their minds. I find it very interesting how controversial it was to depict a woman obtaining sexual pleasure through sexual intercourse or sexual acts. I mean, anyone who has seen even excerps of the flick can say that Linda Lovelace displayed sheer talent when she performed oral sex. It also showed that she &lt;strong&gt;ENJOYED&lt;/strong&gt; what she was doing as much as the guy receiving such oral services. On the flip side, there isn't that much glory surrounding cunnilingus (or the act of &lt;em&gt;tactfully titilating the clitoris&lt;/em&gt;). I've had one of my co-workers state that she commends men and women who can do it, because all sorts of secretions &lt;strong&gt;REGULARY&lt;/strong&gt; occur in a woman's "pleasure palace" or "lovely place". This is very correct. Biological processes such as urination, menstruation, and defecation all occur in close proximity of one another. Nonetheless, when none of the aforementioned things are going on, getting up-close &amp; personal with a woman's erogenous gateway to her orgasmic volcanic eruption is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing. Most women will tell you that if you can't perform it right, there's no need to waste the time in trying. I feel that some individuals can be shown tips for improvement, and then there are others who are pretty much benchwarmers when it comes to pleasuring the pussy. The carpet-munching community has pity on you, and hopes that one day you too can develop the talent for orally satisfying those vaginal sugar walls. My theory as to why "going downtown" stands in the shadow of fellatio is because you can't really see an individual's tongue work its magic. Fellatio on the other hand, is like watching someone act like the human version of a trombone. There's no way to "deep throat" a clitoris, and if there was...that's not a clitoris, it's a penis &amp; you've been fooled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-3819521749910739033?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/3819521749910739033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=3819521749910739033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3819521749910739033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3819521749910739033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/12/deep-thoughts-on-deep-throatthe-film.html' title='Deep Thoughts on Deep Throat.....the film :)'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5759026181067752561</id><published>2010-11-25T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:52:28.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TPRKw7eW-NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MIKrtwxDuQM/s1600/thanksgiving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TPRKw7eW-NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MIKrtwxDuQM/s320/thanksgiving.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545139245659125970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'd like to give thanks to health, love, life, family, friends, and the ability to show my love for those around through food. :). Let the calorie counting begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5759026181067752561?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5759026181067752561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5759026181067752561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5759026181067752561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5759026181067752561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/TPRKw7eW-NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MIKrtwxDuQM/s72-c/thanksgiving.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6291841135397364548</id><published>2010-09-28T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:09:21.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://moblog.net/media/s/p/i/spiderbaby/rainy-day-play-bw-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 516px; height: 303px;" src="http://moblog.net/media/s/p/i/spiderbaby/rainy-day-play-bw-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to water droplets tap on my window&lt;br /&gt;I have flashback of our encounters&lt;br /&gt;The soft caress of your skin next to mine, sends tingles down my spine&lt;br /&gt;I'm engrossed with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you whisper "I love you" in my ear, my body surrenders to your touch&lt;br /&gt;You know just the right way to fulfill my every wish and desire&lt;br /&gt;You play the melody of my emotions along my body with the utmost care&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you mastered the language of my love so effortlessly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now as I look at your side of the bed, I try to keep the memories of this morning alive&lt;br /&gt;You've only been gone for a few minutes, but it feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;"I hate leaving you in the morning", you said, followed by a kiss to the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you only knew how much I hate your departures too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I lay, in this bed of ours...&lt;br /&gt;Allowing the beat of the rain on my window pane to sing the sorrow of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me soon, and erase these rainy day blues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6291841135397364548?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6291841135397364548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6291841135397364548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6291841135397364548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6291841135397364548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-day-blues.html' title='Rainy Day Blues'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8250832728745310097</id><published>2010-07-27T10:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:53:12.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Seafood Adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flightcrewcentral.com/img-listing/2790/captgfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://flightcrewcentral.com/img-listing/2790/captgfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided that I needed a seafood fix so I took myself to Capt. George's. The last time I went there was with some friends last summer. We stayed there for 3 hours. LOL. At first I felt strange for wanting to go to a buffet by myself, but then I thought why pay $28 for a portion of food that will only leave me hungry afterwards? I love seafood so much, so I definitely wanted to get my money's worth. I got myself together and drove 15 minutes down the road to my destination. I wanted to go on my seafood adventure earlier in the day, but the restaurant didn't open up until 4 pm. I could understand this because the variety and quantity of food it serves is an immense amount. I was geeked when I found a parking space near the front door. Last time, I made the walk from the back of the lot. The hostess asked how many in my party and I calmly answered, "just me". My worst fear is that she would look at me in disdain, but she didn't. She actually said "ok" with a big smile :). Ironically, my waiter yesterday was the same exact waiter I had last year. Good to know that Capt. George's has a great retention with their employees. Lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8250832728745310097?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8250832728745310097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8250832728745310097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8250832728745310097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8250832728745310097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/07/seafood-adventures.html' title='Seafood Adventures!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2808380982867307200</id><published>2010-04-16T15:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:43:04.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Don't clip my wings once I've spread them...</title><content type='html'>I'm at the point in my life where I feel that if I make a decision, but don't share my descision with the majority or any of my family members, that's okay as long as the decision doesn't have a great impact on anyone. For example, I recently moved into a 2 BR apartment with my fiancee. My family in unaware of my engagement, as well as the move. In essence, the move was very simplistic. I moved from one end of the street to the other end. I kept the same unit number, but just acquired a different building number. The person that I think would be alarmed the most is my mother. I think she'd be upset because I decided to move without telling her, and that I moved my partner in with me. More so the latter because then it would solidify her fear that I was gay in her mind. Though I'm in a homosexual relationship, I don't have a label for it. Outsiders looking in would describe me as gay, but I just see myself in a healthy, loving relationship. I didn't fall in love with my fiancee's gender. I fell in love with the person that she is, and how I feel when I'm with her. I know that we are an excellent team together, and that certainly counts for something in my eyes. I just hope that one day my mother can see my happiness for what it is. *back to the main topic of this blog* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age will my family realize that I'm an adult? I feel like I'm at that point where I'm expecting more from them. I guess that I have to consider my family really cares about my well-being &amp; what not, but damn, can I live?! Can I breathe?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2808380982867307200?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2808380982867307200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2808380982867307200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2808380982867307200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2808380982867307200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-clip-my-wings-once-ive-spread-them.html' title='Don&apos;t clip my wings once I&apos;ve spread them...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7215851378530767652</id><published>2010-03-26T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:21:40.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>New look for my nails...</title><content type='html'>My inspiration for my 8 + 2 look came from my girl Kris. She's doing 8 + 2 nail color combos all the time now, &amp; I heart them mucho! So Kris, if you're reading this post is for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/S60xHKVGEPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2WSNUTJx-L8/s1600/right+hand82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/S60xHKVGEPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2WSNUTJx-L8/s320/right+hand82.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453068722917216498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/S60xGd055CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CCBoLu22olM/s1600/left+hand82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/S60xGd055CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CCBoLu22olM/s320/left+hand82.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453068710971040802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my colors are Mango Madness (from Nicole by O.P.I) &amp; Lightning (from Sally Hansen's Insta Dry collection). I had a french manicure before, but decided to do something a little brighter for the spring/summer 2010. Next color combo: Hot Pink &amp; Black...pics to follow in a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7215851378530767652?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7215851378530767652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7215851378530767652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7215851378530767652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7215851378530767652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-look-for-my-nails.html' title='New look for my nails...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/S60xHKVGEPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2WSNUTJx-L8/s72-c/right+hand82.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2408209702609085853</id><published>2010-03-17T17:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:50:10.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Back on the Grind...</title><content type='html'>So my vacation was well-needed and WONDERFUL!!! I've made it a personal goal to make it back out to Vegas sometime this year. LA was great as always, but I need more of Vegas. I'm still feeling the time zone difference, but I'll be okay. Next stop....ATL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2408209702609085853?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2408209702609085853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2408209702609085853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2408209702609085853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2408209702609085853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-on-grind.html' title='Back on the Grind...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8453612578059801528</id><published>2010-02-24T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:53:24.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Yay! I'm another year older....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/sexy_happy_birthday_postage-p172654305610478989anr4u_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/sexy_happy_birthday_postage-p172654305610478989anr4u_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8453612578059801528?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8453612578059801528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8453612578059801528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8453612578059801528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8453612578059801528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-im-another-year-older.html' title='Yay! I&apos;m another year older....'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8761079895903261408</id><published>2010-02-14T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:42:31.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/wtf-stamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/wtf-stamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any black pin up models out there?!?! I mean, I know that they exist. I google search black pin up models and get few promising results. Whole reason I was doing this is to find inspiration for some photos that I want to take. I know someone who will take the photos,I just needed a theme to go with. If you know any links I can go to, I'd appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8761079895903261408?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8761079895903261408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8761079895903261408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8761079895903261408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8761079895903261408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5845596908511225544</id><published>2010-02-14T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:28:34.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>#Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080606/dresses/Jessica-Rabbit_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080606/dresses/Jessica-Rabbit_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit! You know, from "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?". She's my inspiration to continue being the sexy woman that I am (not tooting my own horn, but tooting my own horn). If she were a real person, she could get it! LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5845596908511225544?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5845596908511225544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5845596908511225544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5845596908511225544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5845596908511225544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='#Random'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7207795030083032907</id><published>2010-02-14T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:08:59.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/valentines_day/images/99998happy_valentines_day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 274px;" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/valentines_day/images/99998happy_valentines_day.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all....LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7207795030083032907?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7207795030083032907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7207795030083032907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7207795030083032907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7207795030083032907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5996880842786220632</id><published>2009-12-27T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:05:06.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>"So Mom, there's something I gotta tell you...."</title><content type='html'>So I sat down two weeks ago and told my mother about my relationship with my then gf, now fiancee. My mother has NEVER been aware of my bisexuality, so me telling her about my attractions to women AND my involvement with someone she's previously met was shocking. I knew that my mother wasn't going to disown me or anything, but my news wasn't necessarily going to lighten her emotional load. She's watching one of my uncles battle against leukemia through chemo. Her worst fear is to find this particular uncle of mine dead in his apartment, like she found my other uncle.  On top of that, my father and the word cooperation have a long standing feud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother &amp; I have always been very close and share almost everything. I know there's going to be things about my life that she will NEVER know, but me being bisexual isn't one of them. The deciding factor for telling my mother was that I'm committed to my relationship with my fiancee. I love her with all my heart, and I want to build a future with her (I mean, I did say yes right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my mother's heart has been broken, and I feel terrible about it. It pains me to the core. I feel as if I have let my mother down, but in the same thought, I feel that I have to live my own life. I have to keep happiness around me...and my Tracey makes me happy....&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5996880842786220632?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5996880842786220632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5996880842786220632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5996880842786220632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5996880842786220632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-mom-theres-something-i-gotta-tell.html' title='&quot;So Mom, there&apos;s something I gotta tell you....&quot;'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6897744432279901508</id><published>2009-12-22T09:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:33:16.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not...She Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sze04BFX6qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_VYUJdWFcDA/s1600-h/engagement+ring"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sze04BFX6qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_VYUJdWFcDA/s320/engagement+ring" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419999551020329634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last relationship, it was really hard for me to understand how I could be with someone for almost four years and suddenly have it all fall apart in one night. I know that life has its way of snapping you back into reality, and apparently me breaking up from with my ex was it. Even though I was hurt, I didn't let the experience scar and cripple me. I know that I'm an intelligent, beautiful, and determined woman who has a lot to bring to the table. I took a year to be selfish and focus solely on my needs and desires. As I've already posted, I'm bisexual (more about the family reveal in another post). In April of this year, I met a woman that at the time I didn't realize would have such an impact on my life. Quite frankly, I consider her "el amor de mi vida" (love of my life). After my last relationship, I had almost given up on love. I don't necessarily think it was me putting up a wall as much as me forgetting how to give love to anyone. It's known that if someone experiences a trauma, the mind represses the event as protection. When I became single again, my mind repressed love faster than my heart did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my year of singularity, I dated...I mean, why wouldn't I? Some of the individuals were nice for kicks &amp; giggles. One particular individual was really nice, but I felt as if I would corrupt him. Another one just wasn't working out &amp; no matter what I did, he just seemed to continue to see me through rose colored glasses. I mean, if you drove 100 miles to spend time with someone and that person made you sleep on the futon NEXT TO the bed in the room....WOULD YOU REALLY STAY THE NIGHT??? It just came down to me hurting his feelings. I'm normally a nice person, but he required much more severe tactics. All in all, I refused to settle for something that I didn't want. I was totally against relationships at this point, but I secretly wanted one. Ironic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aforementioned, in April I met a wonderful woman who I didn't realize would have such an impact on my life at the time. On December 17, 2009 she made me one of the happiest ladies on this planet :). Some ppl may say that it's awfully soon for someone to propose to me, but "when you know you know". I know that our relationship is viewed by most as "alternative" or me just being so "desperate" that I would take love from a man or a woman, but I see it as beautiful and amazing. I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. I look at her daily and see how much happier my life has become. She's made my grinch-like emotions melt into a heart of gold again. Cheesy I know, but it's true. I know that this time around I won't have to worry about whether my better half will be able to catch me if I fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6897744432279901508?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6897744432279901508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6897744432279901508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6897744432279901508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6897744432279901508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-loved-me-he-loved-me-notshe-loves-me.html' title='He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not...She Loves Me'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sze04BFX6qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_VYUJdWFcDA/s72-c/engagement+ring' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7400073807141286736</id><published>2009-12-01T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:50:20.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>Victory is MINE!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was challenged in a word game. My opponent mistakenly thought that she was a worthy adversary, and I decided to engage in this game to show her I'm a heavyweight when it comes to these matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxVYAwb8LFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9aX0gaa59CQ/s1600/victory"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxVYAwb8LFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9aX0gaa59CQ/s400/victory" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410327297380854866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My username is &lt;strong&gt;Uzuri224&lt;/strong&gt;, and as the score reflects I've got talent! LOL. So uh yeah, anyone up for a game of Words with Friends/Scrabble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Words with Friends is a wonderful game I found on the iPhone (can also be played on iPhod touches). It allows you to play against your friends or random opponents OTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7400073807141286736?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7400073807141286736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7400073807141286736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7400073807141286736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7400073807141286736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory-is-mine.html' title='Victory is MINE!!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxVYAwb8LFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9aX0gaa59CQ/s72-c/victory' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5713984241169959576</id><published>2009-11-28T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:58:23.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I Have a Confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxFWfUDOgCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHS_qzFmwOw/s1600/ww11-secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxFWfUDOgCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHS_qzFmwOw/s320/ww11-secret.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409199723406852130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I want to reveal to the cyberworld and real world simultaneously for those that don't know. For those of you who do, apologies for the repetitive notification of my announcement: I'm bisexual :). There I said it. LOL. Actually, I've been bisexual for quite some time, I just finally decided to face it. On top of me being bisexual, I've found a wonderful woman to have a relationship with. So in essence, my bisexuality has strong potential developing into homosexuality. Quite frankly, the way I feel is that as long as I'm in a happy, loving, healthy, forward-thinking relationship with someone I could care less which gender they are. Just so happens that my happiness is packaged in the form of woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that there are some ppl out there who might think that this is simply a phase, but this has actually been a mental &amp; emotionally evolutional journey I've been on since the age of 8. Yeah, you read it right, 8 YEARS OLD. And no, I wasn't confused at that age either...I knew exactly what the hell I was doing. LMAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one challenge that I face: telling my family. As of right now, my cousin (who is gay btw) Toya knows. "Coming out" to her was soooo hilarious. I really didn't have to say anything except for "hey I've got something to tell you that no one else in the family knows". Followed by her response. "you don't even have to say anything else...finally, I'm glad you realized it."  So to know that I have the support of one family member is tight. The person I'm most concerned about is my mother. I don't think she'll flip out or disown me, but I know she'll have disappointment and questions - lots of them. Advice given to me is that I shouldn't just tell her, I should wait until she asks questions. I don't know. I guess, we'll see...I'll keep ya USPS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5713984241169959576?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5713984241169959576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5713984241169959576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5713984241169959576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5713984241169959576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-confession.html' title='I Have a Confession...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SxFWfUDOgCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHS_qzFmwOw/s72-c/ww11-secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2144984617068767873</id><published>2009-11-10T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:05:32.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex: Why Foreplay Matters (Especially for Women)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/sex-relationships/features/sex-why-foreplay-matters-especially-for-women"&gt;Sex: Why Foreplay Matters (Especially for Women)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2144984617068767873?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2144984617068767873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2144984617068767873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2144984617068767873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2144984617068767873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-why-foreplay-matters-especially-for.html' title='Sex: Why Foreplay Matters (Especially for Women)'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-156636612787453105</id><published>2009-10-30T12:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:55:32.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As if 400 pairs isn't already enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pKHTPbXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKH73P17QeA/s1600-h/MF9-704-MULTzoom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pKHTPbXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKH73P17QeA/s200/MF9-704-MULTzoom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720469464051058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJoq5jII/AAAAAAAAAD8/oydL5igTTAk/s1600-h/MF9-704-MULTzoom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJoq5jII/AAAAAAAAAD8/oydL5igTTAk/s200/MF9-704-MULTzoom5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720461241781378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJX6wrFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JUdZSQTauDU/s1600-h/MF9-704-MULTzoom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJX6wrFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JUdZSQTauDU/s200/MF9-704-MULTzoom4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720456744905810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJEoe2kI/AAAAAAAAADs/3jY8mDsL5ak/s1600-h/MF9-704-MULTzoom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJEoe2kI/AAAAAAAAADs/3jY8mDsL5ak/s200/MF9-704-MULTzoom3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720451567966786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJDjm0YI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9-IbKTH9E8/s1600-h/MF9-704-MULTzoom6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pJDjm0YI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9-IbKTH9E8/s200/MF9-704-MULTzoom6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720451279081858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it my personal mission to get my hands on these! Hot on so many levels...&lt;br /&gt;Love them as much as I do? Find them &lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/products.aspx?ProductID=71650&amp;VendorCode=MOB&amp;mybuyscid=5952033709"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-156636612787453105?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/156636612787453105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=156636612787453105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/156636612787453105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/156636612787453105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-if-400-pairs-isnt-already-enough.html' title='As if 400 pairs isn&apos;t already enough...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Su-pKHTPbXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKH73P17QeA/s72-c/MF9-704-MULTzoom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-4786313739336919526</id><published>2009-10-20T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:21:38.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triple Letter Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Copped!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/St5T_JUnbSI/AAAAAAAAADc/qiYvRjVLhk8/s1600-h/trans2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/St5T_JUnbSI/AAAAAAAAADc/qiYvRjVLhk8/s320/trans2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394841747935685922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my possession! Gotta love it. Although I have a midterm @ 8 AM tomorrow...I will be watching this while eating my chicken chili :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-4786313739336919526?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/4786313739336919526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=4786313739336919526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/4786313739336919526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/4786313739336919526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/10/copped.html' title='Copped!!!!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/St5T_JUnbSI/AAAAAAAAADc/qiYvRjVLhk8/s72-c/trans2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6420613238368250485</id><published>2009-10-09T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:38:07.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic'/><title type='text'>Ummm yeah...</title><content type='html'>The other night while I was watching TV, one of those Metro Vibes commercials came on. I never pay attention to those things, but somehow this one caught my eye. The woman looked nice: hair flowin, make up on point, clothes painted on....but her teeth were YELLOW! Not yellow like, you-may-want-to-invest-in-some-whitening-strips-yellow, but the why-did-you-brush-your-teeth-with-sticks-of-butter-yellow?! The first time I saw the commercial, I thought it might've been a mistake on my part. After many times of seeing the commercial, I concluded that this chick's teeth needed an extreme makeover. SMH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6420613238368250485?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6420613238368250485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6420613238368250485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6420613238368250485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6420613238368250485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/10/ummm-yeah.html' title='Ummm yeah...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2698288241092313591</id><published>2009-10-09T16:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:36:11.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wish I had some of this right now..</title><content type='html'>When I last visited L.A., I was introduced to Pinkberry...a frozen yogurt place that offered different flavors of tart with fresh fruit toppings.  Last month when I went to D.C., I discovered Yoguen Fruz. Same concept as Pinkberry, but with a twist: they can take the frozen fruit and blend it into the yogurt to create a custom flavor. Fresh fruit and other toppings can still be added. Thanks to my wonderful sis, I have found a place nearby that fulfills my desire for Pinkberry and Yoguen Fruz: it's called Yo Mama. And I love it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Ss-eLfKgoII/AAAAAAAAADU/5MOG9i5S0PU/s1600-h/yo+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Ss-eLfKgoII/AAAAAAAAADU/5MOG9i5S0PU/s200/yo+mama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390701199167103106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who thinks that this doesn't look good has lost his/her mind. I'm just sayin. Hopefully soon (i.e. as soon as I get off from work), I can go get some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2698288241092313591?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2698288241092313591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2698288241092313591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2698288241092313591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2698288241092313591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-i-had-some-of-this-right-now.html' title='Wish I had some of this right now..'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Ss-eLfKgoII/AAAAAAAAADU/5MOG9i5S0PU/s72-c/yo+mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-710315598470456029</id><published>2009-08-09T12:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:33:42.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>So Blessed to Have my Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.losangelesinjurylawyerblog.com/Encino%20accident%20in%20rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.losangelesinjurylawyerblog.com/Encino%20accident%20in%20rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I'm driving home from work, and I'm oblivious to the tornado warning in effect. To me, it's just raining really bad outside. So given the present weather conditions, I do the speed limit making sure that I try to avoid all possible road hazards. Everything is going well until my vehicle decides to "&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hydroplane"&gt;hydroplane&lt;/a&gt;" and spin three times in the middle of the interstate. Once I finally get the car stopped, I'm facing oncoming traffic. I remember shrieking something, but my head didn't hit anything. My body jerked something serious. In the moments I saw headlights staring me in the face, I just thanked God that no one hit me &amp; that I didn't hit the guardrail or anyone on the road. The first thought I had was to contact 911; I'm sure I should've have called state police, but 911 seemed a good idea at the time. At first, the car stalled out and wouldn't start up again...but by the time I got connected to 911, the car started up and I was able to migrate to the emergency lane with the 911 rep on the phone who kept me calm. That experience really shook me up, but as the title states, I'm so blessed to have my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-710315598470456029?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/710315598470456029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=710315598470456029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/710315598470456029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/710315598470456029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-blessed-to-have-my-life.html' title='So Blessed to Have my Life...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1282823396779624516</id><published>2009-07-24T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:42:45.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>TOO funny NOT to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sent to me in an email by my chica, Simone:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30 year old blonde decides to try horseback riding for the&lt;br /&gt;first time. With no lessons, nor prior experience, she mounts the horse&lt;br /&gt;unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slide from the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot&lt;br /&gt;seem to get a firm grip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she&lt;br /&gt;slides down the horse's side anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts&lt;br /&gt;to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has&lt;br /&gt;become entangled in the stirrup; she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding&lt;br /&gt;hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere&lt;br /&gt;moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune.....&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Frank, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her dilemma and&lt;br /&gt;unplugs the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought all they did was say Hello.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for making me laugh :)        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1282823396779624516?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1282823396779624516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1282823396779624516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1282823396779624516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1282823396779624516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-funny-not-to-share.html' title='TOO funny NOT to share...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-3601982336667799175</id><published>2009-07-11T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:47:31.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>**Throws confetti &amp; blows horns**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gotomycodes.com/userpics/myspacegraphics/Happy-Birthday/Happy-Birthday-diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.gotomycodes.com/userpics/myspacegraphics/Happy-Birthday/Happy-Birthday-diamonds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is great because today my mother celebrates her birthday! I thank God everyday for such a phenomenal example of a strong, beautiful woman being in my life. I hope you have a wonderful day Mommy! I love you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-3601982336667799175?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/3601982336667799175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=3601982336667799175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3601982336667799175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/3601982336667799175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/07/throws-confetti-blows-horns.html' title='**Throws confetti &amp; blows horns**'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8499262801478950128</id><published>2009-07-06T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:10:44.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remarkable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Will be copped...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blackgaygossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/maxwell-blacksummersnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 437px; height: 500px;" src="http://blackgaygossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/maxwell-blacksummersnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell's new album &lt;em&gt;BLACKsummers'night&lt;/em&gt; will be released this Tuesday, and I'm so excited. I've been a Maxwell fan from day one; seeing him release another album after been out of the scene for a minute is very gratifying. His sound, which I absolutely love, envokes a sense of peace &amp; happiness for me. Especially when I can share my enjoyment of his music with someone I care for. After seeing his performance on the BET Awards, it made me want this upcoming album even more, secretly hoping for a tour date to pass through the 757 area.  Don't sleep on this album!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8499262801478950128?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8499262801478950128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8499262801478950128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8499262801478950128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8499262801478950128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-be-copped.html' title='Will be copped...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-9059468546215003562</id><published>2009-07-03T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:45:15.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you...</title><content type='html'>I really need to start writing more enteries on the regular. Being caught up with work, life, and dare I say &lt;em&gt;affections of the heart &lt;/em&gt;*gasp* keeps a woman like me away from qwerty keys of life. In my absence, I've learned some lessons &amp; had key take-aways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I REALLY am annoyed by petty bullshittery...yes, I know it's not a true word but damnit, it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It really is okay to let someone see you in the vulnerable state of shedding tears. It's a part of life, and to get to share it with someone that understands is rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"hot shit" has been integrated into my vocabulary and I'm not giving it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Catching someone off guard in a genuine gesture of kindness is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Damn, I really need to check my Facebook &amp; MySpace accounts more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I'll bring it back to regular scheduled programming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-9059468546215003562?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/9059468546215003562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=9059468546215003562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9059468546215003562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9059468546215003562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time-i-shouldnt-have-left.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time, I shouldn&apos;t have left you...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-394761572801076401</id><published>2009-06-09T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:01:51.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Board Games'/><title type='text'>For the Avid Scrabble Player within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mobilewhack.com/wp-content/images/2009/01/scrabble-keyboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.mobilewhack.com/wp-content/images/2009/01/scrabble-keyboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this custom made keyboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-394761572801076401?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/394761572801076401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=394761572801076401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/394761572801076401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/394761572801076401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-avid-scrabble-player-within.html' title='For the Avid Scrabble Player within...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1846720096457038754</id><published>2009-06-05T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:34:56.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adobe'/><title type='text'>Maybe it's the techy nerd in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gotabundance.co.nz/images/people_excited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 154px;" src="http://www.gotabundance.co.nz/images/people_excited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm super excited about &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124407409276583289.html"&gt;Adobe's development projects &lt;/a&gt;on flash player programs on smartphones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1846720096457038754?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1846720096457038754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1846720096457038754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1846720096457038754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1846720096457038754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-its-techy-nerd-in-me.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s the techy nerd in me...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1741753567574268693</id><published>2009-06-04T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:38:39.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect ya neck'/><title type='text'>Things that Irritate Me #1</title><content type='html'>The moment of truth has finally arrived. After long consideration, I have finally narrowed down the one thing that irritates me to no end. This is a great accomplishment, especially since many things were in contention for spot &lt;em&gt;el numero uno&lt;/em&gt;. This irritation &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; "Grinds my gears" *cue Family Guy music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETTY BULLSHITTERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind of stuff that makes you turn your head to side and go "Really?!". I really am to old for it, and frankly I feel that taking care of me is a full-time job. To even consider letting someone or something consume my daily thoughts so much to the point that I can't function properly, is absurd. Call it stuck up if you want to, but I feel that it's the truth. Plus, it's the petty bullshittery *clears throat* folks practice that cause my patience levels to deplete sharply into the negative. For most situations, I'm ever so glad that I have some training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1741753567574268693?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1741753567574268693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1741753567574268693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1741753567574268693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1741753567574268693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-irritate-me-1.html' title='Things that Irritate Me #1'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6502146795873685462</id><published>2009-06-04T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:04:21.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>My Boy Langston...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uagreeks.uark.edu/images/Langston_Hughes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 433px; height: 450px;" src="http://uagreeks.uark.edu/images/Langston_Hughes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a brief conversation at work, the talented works of Langston Hughes were brought up. It reminded me of one of my favorite poems by this talented man. I thought it would be beneficial to share rather than to keep such gems to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harlem Sweeties&lt;br /&gt;by Langston Hughes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you dug the spill &lt;br /&gt;Of Sugar Hill? &lt;br /&gt;Cast your gims &lt;br /&gt;On this sepia thrill: &lt;br /&gt;Brown sugar lassie, &lt;br /&gt;Caramel treat, &lt;br /&gt;Honey-gold baby &lt;br /&gt;Sweet enough to eat. &lt;br /&gt;Peach-skinned girlie, &lt;br /&gt;Coffee and cream, &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate darling &lt;br /&gt;Out of a dream. &lt;br /&gt;Walnut tinted &lt;br /&gt;Or cocoa brown, &lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate-lipped &lt;br /&gt;Pride of the town. &lt;br /&gt;Rich cream-colored &lt;br /&gt;To plum-tinted black, &lt;br /&gt;Feminine sweetness &lt;br /&gt;In Harlem’s no lack. &lt;br /&gt;Glow of the quince &lt;br /&gt;To blush of the rose. &lt;br /&gt;Persimmon bronze &lt;br /&gt;To cinnamon toes. &lt;br /&gt;Blackberry cordial, &lt;br /&gt;Virginia Dare wine— &lt;br /&gt;All those sweet colors &lt;br /&gt;Flavor Harlem of mine! &lt;br /&gt;Walnut or cocoa, &lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat: &lt;br /&gt;Caramel, brown sugar, &lt;br /&gt;A chocolate treat. &lt;br /&gt;Molasses taffy, &lt;br /&gt;Coffee and cream, &lt;br /&gt;Licorice, clove, cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;To a honey-brown dream. &lt;br /&gt;Ginger, wine-gold, &lt;br /&gt;Persimmon, blackberry, &lt;br /&gt;All through the spectrum &lt;br /&gt;Harlem girls vary— &lt;br /&gt;So if you want to know beauty’s &lt;br /&gt;Rainbow-sweet thrill, &lt;br /&gt;Stroll down luscious, &lt;br /&gt;Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*courtesy of www.poetryfoundation.org*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6502146795873685462?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6502146795873685462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6502146795873685462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6502146795873685462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6502146795873685462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-boy-langston.html' title='My Boy Langston...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-857895661475782785</id><published>2009-06-03T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:03:16.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cellfanatic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/rim-blackberry-bold-9000-series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 406px; height: 369px;" src="http://www.cellfanatic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/rim-blackberry-bold-9000-series.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and purchased a Blackberry Bold. I've had it for about three weeks now, and I have to say that I'm pretty damn satisfied. Now, I STILL will purchase an iPhone in the near future, but this Bold will curb my appetite for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-857895661475782785?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/857895661475782785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=857895661475782785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/857895661475782785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/857895661475782785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6194612129327592185</id><published>2009-05-10T13:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:08:32.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgcOEeLI51I/AAAAAAAAADM/Om--BjRJ_yc/s1600-h/mother%27s+day.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgcOEeLI51I/AAAAAAAAADM/Om--BjRJ_yc/s320/mother%27s+day.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247753625691986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no way I could pay you back, but the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated." - Tupac Shakur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6194612129327592185?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6194612129327592185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6194612129327592185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6194612129327592185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6194612129327592185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgcOEeLI51I/AAAAAAAAADM/Om--BjRJ_yc/s72-c/mother%27s+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-557626100289602859</id><published>2009-05-05T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:01:58.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really'/><title type='text'>Are YOU hungry?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBswgjcYdI/AAAAAAAAADE/tklr5tMHBB4/s1600-h/just+plain+hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBswgjcYdI/AAAAAAAAADE/tklr5tMHBB4/s320/just+plain+hungry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332381539434783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response: "B***h I might be!" The sign reads "just plain hungry" Do you see how large the canine is that's beside her?!  Who's hungry...her or the dog? I wonder. Nonetheless, seeing this pic makes me hungry. So yeah, I'm gonna commence with eating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-557626100289602859?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/557626100289602859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=557626100289602859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/557626100289602859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/557626100289602859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-hungry.html' title='Are YOU hungry?!?!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBswgjcYdI/AAAAAAAAADE/tklr5tMHBB4/s72-c/just+plain+hungry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-9122470329946586194</id><published>2009-05-05T11:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:20:07.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Jesus, take my wallet &amp; lock it up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBh-1xOyZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hsqc1P0Pjsc/s1600-h/TextuallyActive_F_Fullpic_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBh-1xOyZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hsqc1P0Pjsc/s320/TextuallyActive_F_Fullpic_24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332369691020020114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this like two weeks ago past &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*courtesy of www.snorgtees.com*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is officially my new spot for new graphic tees. Oh yeah, does anyone know where to get a periodic table of elements shirt? Las tetas *cough* have sorta outgrown mine &amp; I definitely need a larger size. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-9122470329946586194?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/9122470329946586194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=9122470329946586194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9122470329946586194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9122470329946586194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/05/jesus-take-my-wallet-lock-it-up.html' title='Jesus, take my wallet &amp; lock it up...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SgBh-1xOyZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hsqc1P0Pjsc/s72-c/TextuallyActive_F_Fullpic_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-9171988163922479737</id><published>2009-05-05T10:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:33:32.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect ya neck'/><title type='text'>Things that Irritate Me #2</title><content type='html'>Simple-minded folk. You know those ppl that no matter how many times you explain something to them, they just don't seem to get it? Even if you do a step-by-step process with them, it still doesn't work? Yeah, those ppl. I consider myself to have a lot of patience to deal with even the most irritating members of society; however when dealing with these ppl, I secretly want to backhand them across the face &lt;strong&gt;REAL &lt;/strong&gt;hard. Smdh. It's so sad that I feel this way, but at the same time when my patience is worn thin I have no sympathy for anyone.  The effect of being around simple-minded folk is only heightened during that beautiful time of the month where I'm reminded that &lt;em&gt;yes, I'm still fertile&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-9171988163922479737?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/9171988163922479737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=9171988163922479737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9171988163922479737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9171988163922479737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-irritate-me-2.html' title='Things that Irritate Me #2'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7048190284761116097</id><published>2009-04-21T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:43:23.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really'/><title type='text'>This is a Damn Shame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/13/shopping-cart-fail-2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-shopping-cart.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-shopping-cart" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-14473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no excuse not to have gotten a cart for this mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7048190284761116097?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7048190284761116097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7048190284761116097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7048190284761116097'/><link rel='self' 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term='wth'/><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/25/reason-for-the-season-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-15290" title="fail-owned-rizzle-sizzle-amen-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/12/fail-owned-rizzle-sizzle-amen-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-608761733678304691?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/608761733678304691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=608761733678304691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/608761733678304691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/608761733678304691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/04/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1330119108128509489</id><published>2009-04-16T16:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:11:50.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>I'm in love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://infinitetattoos.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/tattooing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://infinitetattoos.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/tattooing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with getting tattoos. When I first started out on my inking journey, I only thought that I would have one maybe two &amp; that's it. I got my most recent one two days ago. The one before that, two weeks ago. LOL. I have seven: 4 on my back, 2 on my hips, and 1 on my rib cage. My first one stung like a cat scratch while I was getting it, but after that I got used to the pain. I have a high tolerance level for pain anyway, so getting tatted up really isn't that painful for me. This is somewhat of a big accomplishment because when I was little, I was deathly afraid of needles (bad experience @ the pediatrician's office). Involuntarily pain, I'm not cool with at all; but the stuff I consent to, is a different story. My sister got really mad with me because I fussed her out for getting a tattoo just cuz "she didn't want to have an odd number on her body". What the hell to I do when I get back over the the East Coast? Get a tattoo on my left hip bone so that I wouldn't have an odd # of tats &amp; to even my hips out. LMAO. Needless to say she cussed me out quite nicely.  But as I was saying, I'm in love with getting tattoos...I plan on getting up to 12, so I just have five more to go. I think that I've reached my limit for right now though just cuz I find it pretty interesting to take care of two relatively new tattoos. In all actuality, now that I have seven I'm going to hold off on tattoos for a while. Seven is my favorite number, plus I can't think of anything else to get inked into my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my tattoos have significant meanings to them, and I don't believe in wearing something on your body permanently if there was no thought behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoo story:&lt;br /&gt;1)On my upper back right side. A purple long-stemmed rose curled in a circle with the words "Designed by God" inside&lt;br /&gt;2)A chinese symbol on the lower back that means sincerity&lt;br /&gt;3)Boxing gloves surrounging the chinese symbol on the lower back; Whatever life decides to dish my way I refuse to let it get me down &amp; if I have to fight for it, I will.&lt;br /&gt;4)The word "Uzuri" on my right hip bone that means beauty in swahili&lt;br /&gt;5)on the upper back left side. Profile of a lion's head. It's a memorial tattoo for one of my uncles&lt;br /&gt;6)The word "Naima" on my left hip bone that means joy or ecstacy in swahili. It also could be the name of a girl; which I noticed after it was inked in my skin, but I really enjoy its meaning so it's staying there for life&lt;br /&gt;7)A breast cancer awareness ribbon on my right side. Starts around the middle of the bra band line and extends down my ribcage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1330119108128509489?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1330119108128509489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1330119108128509489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1330119108128509489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1330119108128509489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love....'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-8820225242169077153</id><published>2009-03-27T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:04:31.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Things that Irritate Me #3</title><content type='html'>Bitchassness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bitchassness(adj.)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in this context, not the term that Diddy coined on MTB (making the band). Specifically describing a male that has punkish tendencies. Someone who took Ralph Tresvant's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AuslO9f2sE"&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/a&gt;" song a lil too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being considerate to my feelings, but please don't make me feel that I have more testosterone in my body than you do. If so, you will find your ringtone on my phone as this...&lt;style&gt;div#main{overflow:visible;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d53000; text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=8a25c39217d474560117d56061040018" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="id=8a25c39217d474560117d56061040018" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-8820225242169077153?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/8820225242169077153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=8820225242169077153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8820225242169077153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/8820225242169077153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-irritate-me-3.html' title='Things that Irritate Me #3'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5859665769334314798</id><published>2009-03-27T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:03:49.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remarkable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josephine Baker'/><title type='text'>Remarkable Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sc0F1AqMydI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pahkt0-KG-s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sc0F1AqMydI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pahkt0-KG-s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913143262628306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came from a hard life in St. Louis, Missouri to having an outstanding career worldwide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Wikipedia states, "Josephine Baker (June 3, 1906 – April 12, 1975) was an American expatriate entertainer and actress. She became a French citizen in 1937. Most noted as a singer, Baker also was a celebrated dancer in her early career. She was given the nicknames the "Bronze Venus" or the "Black Pearl", as well as the "Créole Goddess" in anglophone nations. In France, she has always been known as "La Baker".&lt;br /&gt;Baker was the first African American female to star in a major motion picture, to integrate an American concert hall, and to become a world-famous entertainer. She is also noted for her contributions to the Civil Rights Movement in the United States (she was offered the leadership of the movement by Coretta Scott King in 1968 following Martin Luther King, Jr.'s assassination, but turned it down), for assisting the French Resistance during the Second World War and being the first American-born woman to receive the highest French military honor, the Croix de Guerre, and for being an inspiration to generations of African American female entertainers and others." Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josephine_Baker"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen Lynn Whitfield's portrayal of her in "The Josephine Baker Story", you need to search for a copy &amp; watch it. Like I said she was a remarkable, beautiful woman. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across her pictures and videos while searching for Black Pin Up Modeling in Google. I'm thinking about doing some, so I wanted to find out how to get into it. Anyway, I came across this video &amp; was instantly reminded of how much I admire this woman.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AQYCSIns5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AQYCSIns5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5859665769334314798?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5859665769334314798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5859665769334314798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5859665769334314798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5859665769334314798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/remarkable-woman.html' title='Remarkable Woman...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sc0F1AqMydI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pahkt0-KG-s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6482202440668523883</id><published>2009-03-27T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:41:02.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupons'/><title type='text'>Clip a damn coupon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/ScztmVKco4I/AAAAAAAAACs/qEMSx0DUksM/s1600-h/coupons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/ScztmVKco4I/AAAAAAAAACs/qEMSx0DUksM/s320/coupons.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317886502789489538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these economic times, I’ve seen the influx of coupons go way up. There’s nothing wrong with that certainly because with people losing jobs left &amp; right, even the necessities are a little hard to come by. This week at work I found myself devoting 45 minutes searching for online printable coupons. I found ones for KFC, Dairy Queen, and Friday’s. When I came home, there was an entire coupon circular waiting for me in the mail. I have to admit, ya girl was a lil excited. I mean I still have my job, but the less money I have to spend to get what I need the better. I thought back to a time not too long ago where it seemed taboo to say that you clipped coupons. I guess people felt it told others visually that they didn’t have the money to buy things full retail price…how fucked up is that?!?!  From working in retail, I know firsthand that as soon as a sale sign goes up around some merchandise, the masses come flocking. I think that coupons are a way to give yourself a sale. They’ve been out for eons, so why not take advantage of them?  I recall a story I saw of a woman who can feed her family of five for &lt;a href="http://www.insideedition.com/storyprint.aspx?SpecialReportID=1887"&gt;$10.00/week on groceries&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, this woman does the most thorough job of coupon clipping I have ever seen in my life. But it pays off. I think that I’m going to start a project and use as many coupons as possible in the next six months. I’ll tally up how much money I save. I plan to put that money in one of my savings accounts, and see if I can save up enough to take a trip somewhere. In addition to clipping coupons, I’m gonna cook more too. I love Panera Bread, Chipotle, and Chik-fil-a as much as the next person; but, I can hear my wallet whimpering when I come out of these establishments. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE THE FOOD! Just right now with the horrendous commute I make to work (Thank you Jesus that’s changing in a few days), I find myself making the choice to get gas or to eat. FML. So yeah, I’m gonna start giving myself sales by using coupons. Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6482202440668523883?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6482202440668523883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6482202440668523883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6482202440668523883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6482202440668523883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/clip-damn-coupon.html' title='Clip a damn coupon!!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/ScztmVKco4I/AAAAAAAAACs/qEMSx0DUksM/s72-c/coupons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6988405197247822089</id><published>2009-03-24T18:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:15:07.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back in the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Throwback Vid of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkO87mkgcNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkO87mkgcNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Damn, I forgot how much I loved this song as a kid. Call me corny if you want, it was fun-filled education at its finest. What would I have done without Schoolhouse Rock on Saturday mornings??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6988405197247822089?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6988405197247822089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6988405197247822089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6988405197247822089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6988405197247822089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/throwback-vid-of-day.html' title='Throwback Vid of the Day...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-6150726876611455031</id><published>2009-03-24T17:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:41:22.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect ya neck'/><title type='text'>Things that Irritate Me #4</title><content type='html'>Anyone who calls me a "good girl". I can't &lt;strong&gt;STAND&lt;/strong&gt; that phrase. It was okay when I was &lt;em&gt;five&lt;/em&gt;, but definitely not as an adult. I feel that if I'm helping someone &amp; they want to show gratitude, a simple thank you will suffice.  Taking it upon yourself to shit on my age by saying “wow, you fixed the problems. Such a good girl”, will only cause my blood to boil. I may not show it on the outside, but on the inside I’m secretly plotting your demise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-6150726876611455031?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/6150726876611455031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=6150726876611455031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6150726876611455031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/6150726876611455031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-irritate-me-4.html' title='Things that Irritate Me #4'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1467498650981695639</id><published>2009-03-23T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:24:41.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><title type='text'>Spice it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SchVHJvGLNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3VmTVG85hL4/s1600-h/banana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SchVHJvGLNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3VmTVG85hL4/s320/banana.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316592941471771858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I were having a "text-versation" earlier today about how to spice up things in the bedroom. Blindfolds, handcuffs, deep-throating--yeah you read that correctly--all came into play. This topic interests me, so I decided to write about it.  Blindfolds and handcuffs can't be done with everybody, but when they can it's great. You definitely have to have some level of trust with your partner to know that when they blindfold/handcuff you, he or she isn't going to dip out &amp; leave your naked ass strapped to the bed.  As far as deep-throating, I don't know any guy that doesn't like that.  Fitting the entire shaft with the balls in your oral cavity without having the gag reflex kick in, takes skill. Especially keeping the teeth away from the penis at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL TIMES&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I've found that the sucking &amp; stroking combination works really well. For the most part, being responsive to your partner's reactions is a definite plus. That works with fellatio and cunnilingus. Speaking of oral stimulation, one thing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be performed by the person receiving such pleasurable services...grooming the hair down there...LOL. Down there, smh. I say 'should' because grooming essentially is a choice, not a requirement. Whether your choice is a good one that will result in "gettin that ass" is a different story. Anyway, no one wants to give any person oral pleasure and be left with a brillo pad in their throat. Not sexy? yes. Dealer breaker? yes. Guarantee of getting talked about to your face &amp; to others? Nig...YEAH!!! It's 2009, and there are enough products on the market that assist in hair removal. Don't be like this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT89qfDx3yM"&gt;chick&lt;/a&gt;. Be like Nike and just do it. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to regular scheduled programming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some input on spicing things up from my girl Rhee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"first off, i don't get the whole 'wow' factor behind swallowing, but &lt;br /&gt;if a bitch so much as has a cold and you swallow, your throat is &lt;br /&gt;WRECKED. if you can fit both balls in your mouth and wax it at the &lt;br /&gt;same time, that's a go. the underside of the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=peen"&gt;peen&lt;/a&gt; is more sensitive &lt;br /&gt;than the top. if he's uncut, it's best to stick to the head, because &lt;br /&gt;it's like a little turtle whose head only comes out occasionally, so &lt;br /&gt;it's more 'special'. lol. not everybody is gonna be cool with &lt;br /&gt;handcuffs, but it's hard to find a person that won't allow themselves &lt;br /&gt;to be blindfolded. if you blindfold him and lower your voice, it's &lt;br /&gt;like he's lost two senses, so his sense of touch is going to be on &lt;br /&gt;overload. something as simple as your hair across his face is going to &lt;br /&gt;make his toes curl. fingernail scratches, sweet nothings in the &lt;br /&gt;ear...YES! ever really simple things work. i've found that a favorite &lt;br /&gt;scent in an unexpected place, sex in high heels, boyshorts...they go a &lt;br /&gt;long way to heightening the experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! That's just what she had to say tonight, but I'll be getting updates throughout the week. Keep 'em coming Rhee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are/will be very necessary to spice it up in MY world:&lt;br /&gt;*Good music--I think those body &amp; soul CDs were made with me in mind. One excellent album of choice: Silk's "Tonight" album. &lt;br /&gt;*Candles--romantic and erotic.&lt;br /&gt;*Scented oils&lt;br /&gt;*Sex dice&lt;br /&gt;*Love Swing--haven't used one yet, but I'm sooo ready to try one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you can be your own stimulus of spicing things up in the bedroom. I've had dudes in the past that enjoyed it if I masturbated in front of them. I think it's the idea that I'm tasting myself &amp; offering my fingers for them to taste that turns them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, how could I forget roleplaying?! From the french maid to the naughty nurse, roleplaying is great. I remember one time my valentine's day gift was me coming over in a sexy get up with fishnet stockings and a stack of ones in a trench coat. I gave my boo of the time the stack of ones &amp; stripped for him. Needless to say, the night ended oh so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk of sex has made a sista ready to have some...sadly, I have to be at work mad early. I guess there won't be any sex in the champagne room tonight :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1467498650981695639?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1467498650981695639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1467498650981695639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1467498650981695639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1467498650981695639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/spice-it-up.html' title='Spice it up!'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SchVHJvGLNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3VmTVG85hL4/s72-c/banana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-570637781007290027</id><published>2009-03-19T17:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:56:57.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Things that Irritate Me #5</title><content type='html'>People not being upfront &amp; honest with me. If I ask you a question I expect an answer; not just an answer, but &lt;strong&gt;the honest &lt;/strong&gt;answer. Don't sit there and give me the bullshit line that "I'm not lying to you, I'm choosing to withold information". Smh. Why not just answer my question especially if you're the type of person that doesn't care about hurting people's feelings. I would much rather be hurt and know the truth than to continue believing something fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh yeah, telling me that you weren't going to bring up the topic because "you don't like having uncomfortable conversations" isn't cool either. It only makes me wonder how long were you going to act like everything was okay? How long were you going to lead me on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I didn't have emotions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-570637781007290027?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/570637781007290027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=570637781007290027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/570637781007290027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/570637781007290027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-irritate-me-5.html' title='Things that Irritate Me #5'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1974737485882963360</id><published>2009-03-16T18:19:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:00:16.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Los Angeles, CA: Part I</title><content type='html'>Back from the vacay, and it was well deserved, quite enjoyable, &amp; too short! Such is life. Feels like it's been such a long time since I've written something, but I guess that's how it goes sometimes. Here's my vacation wrap-up/highlight reel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things your ass should experience in L.A. before you leave this earth...&lt;br /&gt;*Roscoe's chicken &amp; waffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-yWVGje5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R1RfXAz0UKk/s1600-h/roscoesb4"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-yWVGje5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R1RfXAz0UKk/s320/roscoesb4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314162182011976594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles = bangin, Chicken = superb; I love it that I kept looking down wondering if the chicken fairy had placed additional pieces of chicken on my plate. No chicken fairy, just the magical chickens raised for Roscoe's patrons.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-yjLb0w4I/AAAAAAAAACE/gnonWSdqDiI/s1600-h/roscoesafter"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-yjLb0w4I/AAAAAAAAACE/gnonWSdqDiI/s320/roscoesafter" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314162402755134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(take notice of all the bare bones on the plate. I ate my breast and wing, plus 2 additional wings &amp; half a breast from other ppl at the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dino's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-slxbEMgI/AAAAAAAAABs/fiYi6c6H4tA/s1600-h/dinos+sign"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-slxbEMgI/AAAAAAAAABs/fiYi6c6H4tA/s320/dinos+sign" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314155850242470402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red chicken &amp; fries. Don't forget the horchata!!! 1/2 of a gorgeously seasoned chicken, fries, and wonderful tasty beverage under the price of $8.00? Why doesn't this exist on the East Coast? If it does, I need to know the location asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-tZVBY5fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ipg-3api6wk/s1600-h/dinos+food"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-tZVBY5fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ipg-3api6wk/s320/dinos+food" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314156735971780082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In &amp; Out Burger&lt;br /&gt;Best fast food fries I've ever tasted in life. The burgers are cool too. I think next time I'll eat Roscoe's and In &amp; Out on separate days. Eating anything after having Roscoe's just disappoints your tastes buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jack in the Box&lt;br /&gt;Best variety of food at a fast food joint. Added bonus: the food is made to order and they serve breakfast all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Diddy Riese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-6TTFfemI/AAAAAAAAACM/IYMGOMrftX4/s1600-h/diddy+riese"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-6TTFfemI/AAAAAAAAACM/IYMGOMrftX4/s320/diddy+riese" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170926024063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any combination of two freshly baked cookies &amp; any choice of ice cream flavor made into the best ice cream sandwich ever created for $1.50! A line is ALWAYS IN EFFECT, but it's well worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1974737485882963360?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1974737485882963360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1974737485882963360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1974737485882963360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1974737485882963360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-angeles-ca-part-i.html' title='Los Angeles, CA: Part I'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sb-yWVGje5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R1RfXAz0UKk/s72-c/roscoesb4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5689976543036663837</id><published>2009-03-07T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:35:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom...</title><content type='html'>I pull up my email to see this in my inbox from my mother. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAYA ANGELOU'S" &lt;br /&gt;BEST POEM EVER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out &lt;br /&gt;and rent a place of her own, &lt;br /&gt;even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, &lt;br /&gt;or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to &lt;br /&gt;retelling it in her old age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, &lt;br /&gt;and a recipe for a meal, &lt;br /&gt;that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, &lt;br /&gt;break up with a lover, &lt;br /&gt;and confront a friend without; &lt;br /&gt;ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves,&lt;br /&gt;the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust,&lt;br /&gt;whom she can't,&lt;br /&gt;and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to go...&lt;br /&gt;be it to her best friend's kitchen table...&lt;br /&gt;or a charming inn in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day...&lt;br /&gt;a month...and a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5689976543036663837?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5689976543036663837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5689976543036663837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5689976543036663837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5689976543036663837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks Mom...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7429525708875790956</id><published>2009-03-06T12:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:10:33.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3G iPhone'/><title type='text'>3G Iphone Fuckery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mp4converter.net/images/upload/3g-iphone-news-iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 539px;" src="http://www.mp4converter.net/images/upload/3g-iphone-news-iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I get a text from my wonderful store stating that I won the January contest for the 3G iPhone. &lt;em&gt;Background info: Even though I sell the iPhone 3G on a daily basis, as an employee I can't buy one yet! Why?! I don't know. Call it another formidable plot from "The Man"...lol. &lt;/em&gt; So you can just imagine my excitement as I did the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNLLySoSHlE"&gt;booty dance &lt;/a&gt;to rejoice in my winnings. Here's where fuckery sets in. Suddenly told I can't use the 3G iPhone as my work phone because I'm transferring to a different market in the company soon. And the inventory aka &lt;strong&gt;MY IPHONE &lt;/strong&gt;has to stay within the market. WTF?!?! I will admit, I wasn't the #1 or #2 rep in the store, but I was third. The other two reps already have their iPhones. I am constantly reminded by my LACK of one on a consistent basis. SMFH. Anyway, since I can't get the phone, they won't even give a sista a gift card. Nothing but a pat on the back saying &lt;strong&gt;"Great Job?"&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks. The way I look at it, I'll just buy the phone for myself with some of my tax return money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7429525708875790956?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7429525708875790956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7429525708875790956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7429525708875790956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7429525708875790956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/3g-iphone-fuckery.html' title='3G Iphone Fuckery...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2460494776170955003</id><published>2009-03-03T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:24:49.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wallets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresh'/><title type='text'>Needed in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sa2DHvO3UbI/AAAAAAAAABk/y36fhtHYOQg/s1600-h/cassettewalletbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sa2DHvO3UbI/AAAAAAAAABk/y36fhtHYOQg/s320/cassettewalletbig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043704700817842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on Kanye's blog, and just had to create a post for it in my blog. Cassette wallets? I love it! One of these will definitely be purchased once I get back from my vacay to L dot A dot.  For purchase info and more design photos click &lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/shop/cassettewallet.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2460494776170955003?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2460494776170955003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2460494776170955003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2460494776170955003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2460494776170955003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/needed-in-my-life.html' title='Needed in my life...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Sa2DHvO3UbI/AAAAAAAAABk/y36fhtHYOQg/s72-c/cassettewalletbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-2178890290046923667</id><published>2009-03-02T23:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:32:42.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons I'm Single...</title><content type='html'>1. I refuse to be in a relationship with someone just for the sake of that person calling me their boo, girl, woman, shortie (fyi, I'm 6'1". Nothing on me is SHORT!)...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm enjoying being single after being in a very serious three year relationship/engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bitchass-ness is not acceptable in my life! I know that there are some people out there that love to have some all up under them. I am not the one. Don't get me wrong, I'm an affectionate person. It just irritates me when someone wants to act like a puppy dog around me when they're grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dating intrigues me right now. It's like a box of chocolates...I never know what I'm gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Deep down inside, I'm scared of getting my heart broken like before. Although I will say that if someone tries to hurt me like that again, they better have connections with NASA. That's the only way, I won't be able to get to them...lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-2178890290046923667?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/2178890290046923667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=2178890290046923667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2178890290046923667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/2178890290046923667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-five-reasons-im-single.html' title='Top Five Reasons I&apos;m Single...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-9048059443703698643</id><published>2009-02-28T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:38:19.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Age'/><title type='text'>Who knew 26 could look so good?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Saml6xkURvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YlsnvPaVuu0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Saml6xkURvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YlsnvPaVuu0/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307956064989497074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I already knew I would look good (lol)...just fortunate that the family genes have kept up this long. I do know I look younger than 26, but I don't look 19 or 20. When I look back on pictures from those days, I think I look at different. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Bday to ME!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;(sidenote: February 24th &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; the best day of the year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-9048059443703698643?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/9048059443703698643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=9048059443703698643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9048059443703698643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/9048059443703698643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-knew-26-could-look-so-good.html' title='Who knew 26 could look so good?!?'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/Saml6xkURvI/AAAAAAAAABU/YlsnvPaVuu0/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1681749524736814262</id><published>2009-02-28T15:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:29:40.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Foxx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RnB'/><title type='text'>This is why I love Jamie Foxx...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpbSC0DgIks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpbSC0DgIks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me just say that Jamie Foxx could definitely get the business. Second, who gets Ron Howard, Samuel L. Jackson, Forest Whitaker, and Jake Gyllenhaal in their music vid? Jamie Foxx does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1681749524736814262?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1681749524736814262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1681749524736814262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1681749524736814262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1681749524736814262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-why-i-love-jamie-foxx.html' title='This is why I love Jamie Foxx...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-1813427886220285759</id><published>2009-02-17T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:27:16.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>May 1st, 2009 just may find me in a movie theater...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ramasscreen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/wolverine2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.ramasscreen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/wolverine2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I'm an avid X-Men fan, I'm on the fence about a new X-Men Origins: Wolverine trailer that I just saw a few days ago. However I just saw this new trailer, and it peaked my interest in the movie more. To view it, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OX6H7t1wXZI"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if a series of movies will come out for some of the other characters like Storm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-1813427886220285759?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/1813427886220285759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=1813427886220285759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1813427886220285759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/1813427886220285759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-even-though-im-avid-x-men-fan-im-on.html' title='May 1st, 2009 just may find me in a movie theater...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-5126966986487512285</id><published>2009-02-17T11:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:31:28.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goenglish.com/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.goenglish.com/GoEnglish_com_1WhenItRainsItPours.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my day couldn't get any worse, the network goes out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-5126966986487512285?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/5126966986487512285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=5126966986487512285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5126966986487512285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/5126966986487512285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='When it rains, it pours...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-4281141253891839995</id><published>2009-02-17T01:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:21:47.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m.a.c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>This is oh so necessary in my life right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lunarsoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/mac-hello-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 348px;" src="http://lunarsoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/mac-hello-kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as the paycheck hits the acct, I'm on it. Hello Kitty &amp; M.A.C.; life just got a smidge &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-4281141253891839995?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/4281141253891839995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=4281141253891839995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/4281141253891839995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/4281141253891839995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-oh-so-necessary-in-my-life.html' title='This is oh so necessary in my life right now...'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673550107103952184.post-7120849999117406857</id><published>2009-02-16T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:27:47.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SZpJwBkcOdI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hvpe12B8S_4/s1600-h/169292849_88e009527c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SZpJwBkcOdI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hvpe12B8S_4/s320/169292849_88e009527c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303632600586009042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my universe to talk about anything that comes across my mind. Sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself as I bring you along on the journey. Today's topic: S-E-X. Yeah, I took it there. And I'm not going to apologize for it. I'm a grown ass woman who's completely comfortable with my thoughts, feelings, and actions as they pertain to sex. Quite honestly I think that women think about sex, just as much if not more, than men do. And despite what has been beaten into our heads by society, there's nothing wrong with that. In the book I'm currently reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Girls-Guide-Girl-Indispensable/dp/0871319349"&gt;A Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, it shows women how to re-program their minds so that they see their sexual, sensual appetites as beautiful. So far I've learned that I discovered the &lt;em&gt;bad girl within&lt;/em&gt; a loooong time ago, but it doesn't hurt to have a refresher course. As Dr. Barbara Keesling so delicately puts it, we don't starve our physical appetites, so why do we starve our sexual ones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673550107103952184-7120849999117406857?l=themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/feeds/7120849999117406857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6673550107103952184&amp;postID=7120849999117406857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7120849999117406857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673550107103952184/posts/default/7120849999117406857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarveloustimesofninag.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>Uzuri_Amini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10222367737096275824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0PAP20XFcU/TtREd-vUA0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPgE3HdM4GU/s220/IMG_0334.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7MnDPdvKc4/SZpJwBkcOdI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hvpe12B8S_4/s72-c/169292849_88e009527c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
