<?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-9086868</id><updated>2011-08-04T10:00:47.642-07:00</updated><category term='Auburn'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='sports'/><category term='concert'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='Colts'/><category term='football'/><category term='CCHS'/><category term='Grandmother'/><category term='Rev. Run'/><category term='neo-soul'/><category term='Chrisette Michelle'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Life of the StoneColdFoxx</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of my everyday life, personality, fashion &amp; feelings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-1478953847719185415</id><published>2009-09-02T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:35:25.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I’m finally embarking on my New Year’s resolution to be “Fine in 09”.  I decided last week that I would make up in my mind to start working out and eating better.  Last night, I made that step and attended a kickboxing class with one of my new friends.  She like me cares about her appearance in every way so for me that’s very encouraging for what I’m trying to get back to in my life.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was talking to a dear friend and photographer who I hung with heavily during my period of modeling.  I mentioned to him that I was thinking about making a come back.  Needless to say he just laughed.  Of course I was offended and I asked, “You don’t think I can make a come back?"  His reply, “The question is not can you make a come back, it’s will you?”  So for me that was a challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The following day I decided to read my horoscope, which isn’t a normal part of my day.  I think I did it because someone around me just so happened to mention hers so I decided to see what mind would say.  After reading the paragraph, that was it.  I knew what I needed to do and it was time. It said something like this:  Contrary to what you think of yourself, you are a very special and unique person and there is no one else like you.  *I agreed with that.* Then it went on to say….Go ahead and do that thing that your friend said that you wouldn’t do.  Take this time to prove them wrong.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All I could say was WOW….I have to do it.  So I started it last night with kickboxing class and here I am a day later sore and can’t even walk UP the stairs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its okay, after a night of soaking in Epsom salt, I’ll be ready to go again tomorrow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jassy B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-1478953847719185415?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1478953847719185415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=1478953847719185415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1478953847719185415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1478953847719185415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-finally-embarking-on-my-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-2244568754130465679</id><published>2009-09-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:18:42.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Maternal Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Being a mother is such a wonderful thing!!!!  Everything you do is centered on this one way of life. No matter, what you do, what you say or how you feel, you will always and forever are a mother.  With that in mind, I was having what I thought was a non maternal moment, yes a moment where I thought for the next 2 hours I am not a mother.  Not because I dislike being a mother but because I just don’t have the times like I had last Thursday night.  Me and a few of my fellow co-workers decided we would head out for a night on the town at a local bar that is known to be quite the place to hang out on Thursday nights.  I was just saying how good the drink special of the night, the $5 margarita was on point and how I was about to indulge in a second drink when my phone begins to vibrate my hind parts.  While, I could have had my phone in my purse, I had it in my back pocket because in the back of my mind I was having maternal thoughts and I also knew that my children were only a phone call away in my hind pocket.  At first, I thought it was my imagination that I felt the vibration but then I felt it again.  Lo and behold the caller id says, “Hubby”.  Now if I’m out with the girls my husband is very good about not calling me unless there is what he calls an emergency.  In this case, it was.  In a loud bar of music, I can only hear blah, blah, blah, wah, wah, as I say HUH, I CAN’T HEAR YOU, WAIT A MINUTE, LET ME WALK OUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the conversation when I get outside to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:                  “Ok, what’s up?”  My thoughts, “This better be good.” &lt;br /&gt;Hubby:             “Can you stop by the store and get some tape on the way home? &lt;br /&gt;Me:                  “We have tape.  Didn’t you just tell me the other day there was some packing tape there?  Can’t that work?”&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: “No, not for this.”  Avoiding right out telling me what’s going on. &lt;br /&gt;Me:                  “Well, what do you need the tape for? &lt;br /&gt;Hubby: “For our eldest child.”&lt;br /&gt;Me:                  “Okay, what is she doing that she needs tape?” &lt;br /&gt;Hubby: “It’s not what she’s doing; it’s what she’s done.”&lt;br /&gt;Me:                  “Ok, again what is it.”&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:             “Well, she had a little accident.  She was running in the house, when I told her to stop and then she comes in the kitchen, not saying a word only to lift her foot up and there is blood and no toenail.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there went my night out with the girls without husbands or children.  Needless to say I had that second drink because he seemed to have everything under control and I didn’t know when this non-maternal moment would come again.  It really didn’t do any good because in the back of my mind all I could do was think of my baby and her toe, so I had to leave and get that tape.  LOL…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love husbands and children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jassy B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-2244568754130465679?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2244568754130465679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=2244568754130465679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/2244568754130465679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/2244568754130465679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-maternal-moment.html' title='Non-Maternal Moment'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-7856805298666979041</id><published>2009-08-28T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:29:30.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JB's Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;My Fellow Blogger/Readers,I know that it's been a while but sometimes some of my best posts are those where I've been away for awhile and had some experiences to write on.So recently, well a month a go, I had an epiphany about my life. Yes, a great manifestation not just about my life but the life of all mankind. I realized that going through a rough time in life didn't have to be as rough as I had allowed it to be. I began to think of people who take their entire lives and prepare for major storms that they know may possibly come their way. They build storm shelters that can turn into a living quarter for a temporary amount of time. They buy first aid kits and storm radios and enough food and water to feed the multitude. Others may think that these people go beyond the call of duty for being prepared and are crazy for getting all of these things in order for a major disaster and they think things won't ever get too bad for someone to create an entire house underground for them to live in if something happens. They prepare and they are ready. . . well about as ready as they can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Then you have those who will have a pantry full of food, water, a storm radio and will have and do just enough to get by if something does happen.Then you have those who really don't believe that anything is going to happen to them and they are in no way, form or fashion prepared for the disaster that is about to take place in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;Well guess what, for the past year of my life, I have been that person that believes nothing was going to happen to them and I was never prepared for what was about to come. If one could even think of their lives as the weather, you never know what the forecast is going to be for the day, week, month or the year. Anything can change from one minute to the next. While we have meteorologist who are supposed to keep us up to date with changes, they many times report what they "think" is going to happen but they may not necessarily be sure. My life recently has been full of storms that I was NOT prepared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Side note-I think the current economic situation can be an example of a major disaster for all struggling Americans.**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;While I may not know what major or minor storm is going to come my way, I do know that I can be prepared for it. God has he equipped us with resources to be prepared for things and I'm definitely using them next time. I'm going to take a new approach and make a better life for myself and those around me. As for now, I hope that my forecast is clear until I get past my first phase of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;Jassy B.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-7856805298666979041?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7856805298666979041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=7856805298666979041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7856805298666979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7856805298666979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2009/08/jbs-epiphany.html' title='JB&apos;s Epiphany'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-7694858806431597763</id><published>2007-09-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:04:21.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandmother'/><title type='text'>An Ending I’ll Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up as a young child I was always a favorite of my mother and her side of the family&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn’t have the likings of my father’s side I never really fit into their country, ghetto ways of which I didn’t really want to associate self with&lt;br /&gt;Which led self to the bottom of the grandchild totem pole to slave like Cinderella to get only a payment of a dollar in return&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had an evil step sister but a well liked blood sister who looked walked smelled and had my grandmother’s being&lt;br /&gt;Chick didn’t have to do a thang but eat sleep and be merry unlike I Cinderella who had to pray on the day my fairy godmother would come and save me from this favoritism madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t call to say hello, I was the evil stuck up grandchild who just didn’t have time for her grandmother&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t run to her rescue at the drop of a dime I was the lazy grandchild who didn’t do anything she was asked of&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night at her every beck and sick call I was the grandchild who was going miss her or better yet not care when the rolled her out of this world&lt;br /&gt;Years of unspoken relationship regretted by I wanting to be the better person I ended it after a new life was born into the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favoritism begins again&lt;br /&gt;To my advantage this time because I bore a beautiful high yellow fine baby that she adored&lt;br /&gt;A bond we then began to share all because of my seed, she loved her&lt;br /&gt;In her last days she continuously called for us to come and see her and spend time with her and with no hesitation did I think twice because all attention I once wanted from her was beginning to be surreal&lt;br /&gt;I took it as it came, whether she wanted me to be her slave or her roommate I did it all just to have her attention that I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear things up the moment she left I never thought she wouldn’t return&lt;br /&gt;Her home became the a room away from home and when everything began to look up is when it all began to turn for the worse&lt;br /&gt;Now the fine baby really never paid her any attention until her last days&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day that she sat in her arms without a fuss or moan but only in peace as a new born lamb laying under his mother&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment that I knew that I would be the one to miss her when they rolled her out of this world&lt;br /&gt;At that moment it began to hurt&lt;br /&gt;All the bonding we’d mended over the past 6 months was just getting to where I wanted it to be but all of a sudden it ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my early morning class I heard my inner voice say that it was nearing the end&lt;br /&gt;At that sound I knew that I couldn’t go on with my day without saying my own personal goodbyes because I knew that in my heart I didn’t have long&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stood in the final resting place and like a zombie she barely looked at me&lt;br /&gt;At some point she was trying to tell me something but it was at that moment I began to say it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;All is well, I’m sorry, it’s your time and whatever else that came to mind&lt;br /&gt;All of me wanted her there for me to see me finish and be the success that she always wanted me to be but for all the 17 years of my life I only knew the bed stricken grandmother and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I accepted it&lt;br /&gt;The end came to no surprise for me, the staff tried lying to me to get me home safely but on the way home I heard that inner voice again say&lt;br /&gt;It’s over&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the door I blacked out fainted lost consciousness hell an outer body experience because it was the confirmation from my mother that I wasn’t ready for&lt;br /&gt;But then again I thought the preparation of our final meeting had prepared me but yet I still have trouble 5 years later dealing with&lt;br /&gt;The ending I’ll never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-7694858806431597763?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7694858806431597763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=7694858806431597763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7694858806431597763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7694858806431597763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ending-ill-never-forget.html' title='An Ending I’ll Never Forget'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-8551266527489391242</id><published>2007-09-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:31:22.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nebraska State Senator Sues God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/C/cba382fd-93ef-43b6-ba47-ca45c36d137b-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/C/cba382fd-93ef-43b6-ba47-ca45c36d137b-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I thought things couldn't get any more crazier, I came across this. True evidence of us being in the last days........He apparently doesn't have enough to do in the Senate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By NATE JENKINS Associated Press Writer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINCOLN, Neb. (AP) -- The defendant in a state senator's lawsuit is accused of causing untold death and horror and threatening to cause more still. He can be sued in Douglas County, the legislator claims, because He's everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Sen. Ernie Chambers sued God last week. Angered by another lawsuit he considers frivolous, Chambers says he's trying to make the point that anybody can file a lawsuit against anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chambers says in his lawsuit that God has made terroristic threats against the senator and his constituents, inspired fear and caused "widespread death, destruction and terrorization of millions upon millions of the Earth's inhabitants."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Omaha senator, who skips morning prayers during the legislative session and often criticizes Christians, also says God has caused "fearsome floods ... horrendous hurricanes, terrifying tornadoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's seeking a permanent injunction against the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;Chambers said the lawsuit was triggered by a federal suit filed against a judge who recently barred words such as "rape" and "victim" from a sexual assault trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accuser in the criminal case, Tory Bowen, sued Lancaster District Judge Jeffre Cheuvront, claiming that he violated her free speech rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chambers said Bowen's lawsuit is inappropriate because the Nebraska Supreme Court has already considered the case and federal courts follow the decisions of state supreme courts on state matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This lawsuit having been filed and being of such questionable merit creates a circumstance where my lawsuit is appropriately filed," Chambers said. "People might call it frivolous but if they read it they'll see there are very serious issues I have raised."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. District Judge Richard Kopf, in an order last week, expressed doubts about whether Bowen's lawsuit "has any legal basis whatsoever" and said sanctions may be imposed against Bowen and her attorneys if they fail to show cause for the lawsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Associated Press usually does not identify accusers in sex-assault cases, but Bowen has allowed her name to be used publicly because of the issue over the judge's language restrictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheuvront declared a mistrial in the sexual assault trial in July, saying pretrial publicity made it impossible to gather enough impartial jurors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-8551266527489391242?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/O/ODD_SUING_GOD?SITE=CALAK&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT' title='Nebraska State Senator Sues God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8551266527489391242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=8551266527489391242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/8551266527489391242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/8551266527489391242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/nebraska-state-senator-sues-god.html' title='Nebraska State Senator Sues God'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-4189269157474052887</id><published>2007-09-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:24:15.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Way I feel about MY LiFe. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Cleansing Your Thoughts for posting this......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"I wouldn't change anything because everything that happened has happened for a reason and has helped me get to where I'm at now"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-4189269157474052887?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4189269157474052887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=4189269157474052887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4189269157474052887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4189269157474052887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-i-feel-about-my-life.html' title='The Way I feel about MY LiFe. . .'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-7281166488406771243</id><published>2007-09-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:06:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I have to go through....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the same situation to understand it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the past few years of my life, due to my teenage experiences and seeing the society that the young women of today are growing up in, I've developed this soft place in my heart for mentoring young girls who've grown up with various personal issues in their lives. Now, growing up as a teenage girl with low self-esteem and a need of attention I placed myself into some situations that could have been avoided. Now as I look back at them I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that I experienced certain things and made it through unharmed. I've learned that many young girls haven't been as fortunate as I have and a lot of them weren't put in those situations because they allowed themselves to but because they had no control of their lives or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have this little project....we'll call her Project C. I met Project C about 6 months ago and immediately took a liking to her and her sweet spirit. She took a liking to me as well and began to open up to me and let me know her inner most life secrets, fears, traumas and family situations. She comes from a situation where both parents have been of no benefit to her, ONLY HARM but she has the love and nurturing of a close family member who loves her and gives her he world. Now, if I were Project C I would be taking full advantage of that love, attention and lavish lifestyle that she's getting....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! She wants to go back to a lifestyle of harm and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel kind of bad because I haven't talked with her in about two months but the last time her loved one contacted me, she gave me rave reviews on Project C and said that things were going great with her at home. I was so proud and I continued to let her know that anytime she needed me, I would be there. Well this morning, I went to get me a Mt. Dew to get my swagger going and I saw the loved one in tears. I work at a place where at any given moment you can see anyone you know and theY could be around for any type of family situation you can think of. The loved one was distraught. She began to pour her heart out to me and let me know that things weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I guess I'll never understand because I haven't had any TRUE TRA&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RAMATIC&lt;/span&gt; experiences in my life. I've heard that Project C wants to go back to the horrific life that she had with her Father. Why? Obviously she's very unappreciative of the "new" life that she has and she doesn't like structure from the sounds of it.....Maybe I can listen to her and help her to reason with herself. I think I'm going to call her today and maybe take her to dinner tomorrow. Pick up where I left off........I don't want to preach to her but I want to listen and see what's going on with her brain......maybe with her listening to herself will show her that she doesn't need to open up old wounds only to let them get all infected and torn up again....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-7281166488406771243?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7281166488406771243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=7281166488406771243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7281166488406771243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/7281166488406771243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-i-have-to-go-through.html' title='Maybe I have to go through....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-1739451245297135446</id><published>2007-09-10T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:47:39.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auburn'/><title type='text'>Jas's Weekend Sports Review of My Fav Teams...</title><content type='html'>In my beginning years of life, the only things that were known to me were family, education and SPORTS!!!!  Growing up the daughter of a sports fanatic it became a huge part of my life.  There was never a dull weekend for me.  Each season of sports my Dad did something in relation to it.  Football season, he coached football; softball season, he played on a local softball team, basketball season, he referees so it just never ends with him.  Now the basis for this intro comes to my favorite sport being football.  I get very excited about football season as well as the other citizens and residents of the State of Alabama.  Whether it's little league, high school or college football.  On to my weekend sports review of my favorite teams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am still a huge fan of my high school football team and I tend to follow their football season pretty good and attend their games.  This year our rival team game came very early in the year.  It was the second game in the season.  We have transitioned once again to a new coach and apparently he hasn't realized how important winning the game against the school 5 minutes away from us is.  Not only is the school down the street and around the corner but their present football coach is our former football coach that led us to a State Championshop Victory.  For the past 4 years, we have won.  This year's t-shirt's slogan was, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fear the thumb."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Well apparently this year they had nothing to fear.  They beat us by two points.  Our defense was tired and the offense ran the same play throughout the entire game.  Enough of that, I'm getting mad all over again...ugh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.al.com/sports/birminghamnews/index.ssf?/base/sports/1189240774107990.xml&amp;coll=2"&gt;http://www.al.com/sports/birminghamnews/index.ssf?/base/sports/1189240774107990.xml&amp;amp;coll=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now for my favorite college football team.  Living in the state of Alabama you grow up being a fan of either Alabama or Auburn.  Well in my path of growing up my parents were Auburn fans and I also grew to be a fan as well.  Well here lately,they have been a disappointment as well.  We started off the season last week barely with a win.  This week we go into overtime against S. Florida and LOSE 26-23!!!!   Ughh.....MAD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.al.com/goldmine/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://blog.al.com/goldmine/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for the NFL season opener between the Colts and the Saints!!!  It's was a wonderful night.  The Colts did not disappoint me one bit.  I have to admit that the first quarter of the game I was a little worried but once we got in our groove, it didn't stop.  The opened the season with a 41-10 win over the Saints.  I don't think there is much more I can say about that.  The score speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colts.com/sub.cfm?page=article7&amp;news_id=5bbb9438-579e-4f47-a4e2-0ebd6f6adb7e"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.colts.com/sub.cfm?page=article7&amp;amp;news_id=5bbb9438-579e-4f47-a4e2-0ebd6f6adb7e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-1739451245297135446?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1739451245297135446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=1739451245297135446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1739451245297135446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1739451245297135446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/jass-weekend-sports-review-of-my-fav.html' title='Jas&apos;s Weekend Sports Review of My Fav Teams...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-2389411990019137244</id><published>2007-09-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:27:55.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo-soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrisette Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>In my CD Player...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51p0TIY1cqL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51p0TIY1cqL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; think this CD is a must have to your collection! Chrisette Michelle is an artist who makes me realize that there is still good music to be made. Her unique voice and eclectic sound makes you want more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other Familiar songs that she's been featured in include:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay Z's "Lost One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas's "Can't Forget About You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In addition to buying the CD you must see her in concert. This weekend I saw her open up for MusiqSoulchild and I really enjoyed her performance. As I've said before, her voice is amazing. The studio is doing NO work for her. It's all genuine. Her performance really put me in the mood for love. If she's coming your way be sure to check her out!!! If not, you'll miss a treat. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-2389411990019137244?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.chrisettemichele.com/' title='In my CD Player...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2389411990019137244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=2389411990019137244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/2389411990019137244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/2389411990019137244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-my-cd-player.html' title='In my CD Player...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-4429635602973886787</id><published>2007-09-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:23:38.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev. Run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Every now and again I may come across a quote that I would like to share; here is one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rev Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-4429635602973886787?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4429635602973886787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=4429635602973886787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4429635602973886787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4429635602973886787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/every-now-and-again-i-may-come-across.html' title='Quote....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-3051488599450408713</id><published>2007-09-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:20:30.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend has Read me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here lately I've been feeling a bit out of place in my life and in my relationships.  I've had friends that I've been around for a long time but I feel as if I don't fit in anymore.  One of my dear and close friends who I hang out with all the time has really paid attention to me and figured out my feelings. When I read this it was like reading what I would have written to a tee.  I was telling him about how much he's brought out of me in the past year and I was thanking him for helping me grow and these are his thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I continue to see even more in you.  It's funny too because it's almost like you are caught in between. And maybe I am biased or just am way off base and have no idea what I am talking about, but it's like in the past year you have outgrown your girls - who you normally kick it with and they are still in a mind set of where you were last year.  Not saying it is due to me - but I think because of a lot that we have done together in this past year - plus your already high level of maturity, you have just started to reach your true potentials.  And I think you know you are just at another level right now....and I think that confuses you too.  Dont want to leave the group behind - nor do you have a new group so to speak to run with - so you kinda stuck in the middle.  Doing things with the old just to maintain relationships (I am not saying at all that they are not good - just that the interests are so different) but still searching for newer things to accomodate your growth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He couldn't have said it any more perfectly than I could have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-3051488599450408713?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3051488599450408713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=3051488599450408713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/3051488599450408713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/3051488599450408713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-friend-has-read-me.html' title='My Friend has Read me...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-4144003607035623014</id><published>2007-09-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:31:10.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so far behind on my blogging more than I really want to be. I've been anxious to sit down and write but haven't had much time lately. After a long weekend, being tired and not having anything to do at work right now I figured I could conjure up one or two things to write about. In the past few weeks so many things have happened in my life. I've realized that every time I've tried to further myself and accomplish a goal that's when everything that could go wrong goes wrong. As my grandmother used to say, "If it ain't one thing it's two." I anxiously decided that I was going to get back in school to finish my undergraduate degree. I wanted to wait until January but I just couldn't help myself. In the midst of my decision, I knew that I would have to somehow come up with a few hundred dollars to pay my tuition and I was prepared for that. Right when that time came along, something else came up and I ended up having to come up with money for tuition &amp;amp; something that unexpectantly came up. Depressed I awas because my motivation was all gone but the inner man inside of me didn't let me give up and I'm glad that it didn't. After being dropped from the class for non-payment I went through tons of trouble to get added back to the class but my inner determination never let me give up. Now I'm another class toward a degree. . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-4144003607035623014?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4144003607035623014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=4144003607035623014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4144003607035623014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4144003607035623014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-behind.html' title='So behind...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-8619020186007270748</id><published>2007-08-30T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:54:15.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A must have for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qup2p3XcQQU/Rtcs0qu8TqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nhfsi-ZSpI0/s1600-h/shoes_iaec1051500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104597985983745698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qup2p3XcQQU/Rtcs0qu8TqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nhfsi-ZSpI0/s320/shoes_iaec1051500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently I said to myself that I would start making my post to fit more of my personality, style and every day life. One of my biggest fetishes is SHOES!!!! Yes, they say that's something all women love but I think I am an exception because it's I have a ridiculous fetish for them. Anyways...so I'm walking in Macy's today during my lunch time and I check out the new fall shoes they have on display. Over the past year I've become a huge fan of Jessica Simpson's shoes. So here is the new pair that I HAVE TO HAVE!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-8619020186007270748?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8619020186007270748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=8619020186007270748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/8619020186007270748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/8619020186007270748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/must-have-for-me.html' title='A must have for me....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qup2p3XcQQU/Rtcs0qu8TqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nhfsi-ZSpI0/s72-c/shoes_iaec1051500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-6025514762640619317</id><published>2007-08-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:32:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slides.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This weekend I had the most fun with some of my cousins and friends that I hadn't hung out with in months. It's something about being in relationships that hinder you from wanting or having time to spend time with those who came before them. Oh well...go figure on that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N T WAYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend started on Thursday with a Carl Thomas concert that was well worth the 10.00 I paid. I only wanted to hear my favorite songs from the Emotional CD and I got just that plus three other songs that I wasn't very interested in hearing. But through it all I had a wonderful time. Much love to Carl Thomas. Before Carl Thomas comes out for his performance the DJ hypes the crowd up by playing ol skool songs and then telling us that after CT's performance he would be playing all of the slide songs and he definitely did just that. Now I don't know about most people but outside of socializing going to the club the next thing we go for is to do the slides. You can always count on looking on the dance floor and seeing me there. One thing that irritates me with the slides are there is always one person in the bunch who doesn't seem to know it and always throws off someone else. It makes it even worse when they are standing next to me and bumping into me. That really gets my blood to boiling then. Oh well, I guess it's just one of those things I'll have to get used to. I guess my point is there are some who still can't do the electric slide and it's been out for decades.....get a grip people. Get on YOU TUBE and figure out the dance steps. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more on my weekend later....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-6025514762640619317?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6025514762640619317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=6025514762640619317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/6025514762640619317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/6025514762640619317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/slides.html' title='Slides.....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-4828521056336029879</id><published>2007-08-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:28:17.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending.....Now Beginning</title><content type='html'>After the week I had last week I really needed laughter in my life.  I can always count on my daughter to bring that to me.  It's a wonderful thing to have children around because they are so blunt and don't think twice about the things they are going to say.  Today before her godfather and I took her to the park, she preceeded to tell him that he needed to marry me because I really needed him in my life right now.  Ha ha ha ha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is a 6 yr old going to tell me that I need a man???  The interesting thing is that's not the first time she's mentioned him marrying me.  She previously made a comment when we were meeting the girl he was dating at the time about a year ago.  During our dinner conversations she told Rebekah that Uncle Shawn wasn't her boyfriend but Uncle Shawn was her mommy's man.  WOW....how embarrassed were me and Uncle Shawn for her to have said that during this first time we've met Rebekah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just await that third time when she makes another comment regarding the marriage to her Uncle Shawn.....then he'll be the infamous Uncle Daddy Shawn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids....gotta lov em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-4828521056336029879?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4828521056336029879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=4828521056336029879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4828521056336029879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/4828521056336029879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/endingnow-beginning.html' title='Ending.....Now Beginning'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-1936715514723002985</id><published>2007-08-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:04:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ok....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life for me right now is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  I never thought I would describe the past few days of my life as &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; and blue.  Those are descriptions for "blues" songs and my life is just not that.  I've let go of someone in my life and I don't necessarily know if it was the right decision or not.  In some cases, I feel as if a burden has been lifted off of me but then in other aspects I feel like I've just ruined my life, my heart and soul.  The more I think about the situation, maybe he wasn't in God's will for my life but I definitely had emotional ties to him.  I guess I'm just going to have to pray and move on from it.  What's done is done.  Now I must pick my heart &amp; feelings up and continue on with life. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still emotional *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My daughter started first grade on Monday and even though this is her third year of being in a school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still having problems as a mother letting go of my baby.  The second day of school I walked her to her classroom (after she asked that I not) and after walking her across the street holding her hand, she let go once she was safe enough to walk on her own.  Then she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt; to speed walk into the school and doesn't look back.  I tell her to have a good day and she throws her hand up and says absolutely nothing!  I guess I'm overacting as a parent.  But my baby!!!!  Oh well......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a higher note,  I applied to a local community college so that I can get back in school mode and take some classes to achieve my goal of getting a bachelors degree.  Well I was accepted and now I'm going through the proper channels to get myself registered and into A class.  YEA FOR ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So now I'm going to take this alone time to really try and reach a deeper side of myself.  Travel around the states, visit some friends and continue to make my business a success.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SCFoxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-1936715514723002985?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1936715514723002985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=1936715514723002985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1936715514723002985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/1936715514723002985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-ok.html' title='Just ok....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-728782184265512325</id><published>2007-08-14T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:07:26.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forreal this time...I'm sticking to it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years and some odd months ago I started this blog to share my life with the world. Easily you guys have held up your part of the bargain to be readers but I haven't upheld mine as the author of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt;. I can't promise that I will be consistent but I will definitely try to share as much as I can as I become a better person. As I was reflected back on the years before, I sat down today to read my blog. From November of 2004 to August 2007 a lot of things have changed in my life. I've watched myself evolve into a better mother, a diva, a model, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entrepreneur&lt;/span&gt; and so many other things I never imagined Jasmine to be. If I didn't have past life situations I wouldn't be who I am today. Enough of that....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully I will be able to bring you guys up to speed on my life, continuing share interesting stories, posting my poetry (that I haven't written in forever) and posting quotes, funnies &amp; inspirational thoughts that help me continue my day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presently I am 23 years of age and my daughter is now 6 going on 26. *smirk* I am an administrative assistant for the county and I recently started my own business. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As time goes along I will be sure to let you know the more in depth versions of the StoneColdFoxx....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-728782184265512325?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/728782184265512325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=728782184265512325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/728782184265512325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/728782184265512325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/forreal-this-timeim-sticking-to-it.html' title='Forreal this time...I&apos;m sticking to it.'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-115086075855833013</id><published>2006-06-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:32:38.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Life</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I've posted here and I think it's about time I start getting on this thing at least once a week.  Lately my life has changed in quite a few ways and writing makes me feel a little better about life and my decisions.  To share with others what I think and feel and in turn get your response on my thoughts.  Oh well....We'll just see how this goes....Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-115086075855833013?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115086075855833013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=115086075855833013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/115086075855833013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/115086075855833013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-life.html' title='My New Life'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112739532710935748</id><published>2005-09-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:49:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the joy in your few days of sorry that made me desire to know more about the joy that gently smiled through tears he couldn't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the angel in me shone bright to form a connection that will be an everlasting bond between the souls of ones both grieved but a fond love and job created &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;to replace the missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;to multiply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and form more of a passion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;to know and yearn for life to share in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112739532710935748?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112739532710935748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112739532710935748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112739532710935748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112739532710935748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112543493766749021</id><published>2005-08-30T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:53:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deeper</title><content type='html'>deeper than any hole&lt;br /&gt;a deeper understanding of how something so deep&lt;br /&gt;can be free and hurtful at the same time&lt;br /&gt;it calms and soothes the biggest bruises&lt;br /&gt;simple enough but complex beyond some of&lt;br /&gt;the easiest principle given to mankind but&lt;br /&gt;yet made so hard dealing with different types of heartaches and pain&lt;br /&gt;sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;it devotes so much inner being and yet isn't taken as serious&lt;br /&gt;as it should be&lt;br /&gt;commonly written about&lt;br /&gt;rarely lived by those who say and say they feel its real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112543493766749021?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112543493766749021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112543493766749021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112543493766749021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112543493766749021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/deeper.html' title='deeper'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112543553843542306</id><published>2005-08-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:58:58.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cv moon cv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shines bright high above the tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;glowing on the body so heavenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;never so beautiful and bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;did the revelation of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;move from behind the branches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as a mask only to reveal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the true feeling of life &amp; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shone bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;through the tree beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what should have been days brough out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a feeling never to be felt again by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but a knowing of my feelings value and how life's suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lady j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112543553843542306?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112543553843542306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112543553843542306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112543553843542306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112543553843542306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/cv-moon-cv.html' title='cv moon cv'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112542049234780068</id><published>2005-08-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T09:48:12.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"The value of my friendships are worth far more than I can afford." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Lady J"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112542049234780068?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112542049234780068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112542049234780068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542049234780068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542049234780068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-quote.html' title='My Quote'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112542281284275967</id><published>2005-08-20T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:26:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>i never thought I would be so in love that I couldn't see clearly.  It was the day KG was so into me that Ijust couldn't see past what he was really after.  Yea I believe that to a certain extent that he cared, just a little bit.  I never thought I would go to work everyday and take the money I made to pay for dates, buy my boyfriend's lunch, give him money to get to the corner store or give him $5.00, I'm sure was used to pay his homeboy back. Yea stupidly I did all those things and more just to make sure he would love me and prove that I was his girlfriend, the best girlfriend a guy could have.  Only for him to betray me, talk about me, cheat on me, use me, and treat me like the scum on the bottom of his shoe.  It wasn't until after KG that I realized I was worth more than gold, rubies and diamonds.  Now I see!  Never again will it be me..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112542281284275967?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112542281284275967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112542281284275967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542281284275967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542281284275967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112542413144546911</id><published>2005-08-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:48:51.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sound of that kiss</title><content type='html'>Never imagined one would miss&lt;br /&gt;the sound of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;the scent of lovemaking mixed with a fresh car scent&lt;br /&gt;the smell of a sweaty man&lt;br /&gt;or the feel of his rough hand caressing my thigh up and down&lt;br /&gt;missing that touch that made me----------------&lt;br /&gt;that whisper in my ear that removed all fear from my heart mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;with the assurance that I wouldn't have miss all the things I fell in love with----&lt;br /&gt;all beginning with the sound of that kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112542413144546911?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112542413144546911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112542413144546911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542413144546911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112542413144546911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/sound-of-that-kiss.html' title='the sound of that kiss'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112336318832496425</id><published>2005-08-06T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:20:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It begins at the root, or better yet the seed. A small inkling of something with the curiosity of where it will lead. It bursts then with roots going every which way. Bursting out tears, fears, joy, excitement the biggest being Life. Going different directions eager to burst through earth and form something bigger for the world to see. The outside old and rugged yet the inside full of juicy proofs or rings, Life. Morals, integrity and the ability to form a pattern and become something greater than just what the world sees. The rings of knowledge and falling leaves of growth. The enrichment of lives and forming of trees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;08/05/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112336318832496425?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112336318832496425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112336318832496425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112336318832496425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112336318832496425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112334586859493372</id><published>2005-08-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:31:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04.August.05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrible feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;violation of pureness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infected with disgust beyond imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fear of the unclean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unknowing of the cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clueless of what was thought to be sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knowing shared beyond yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only to see what was actual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somewhere beyond what was actual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now factual with the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when at your best beyond sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to know how the page will turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy somewhat fairy tale ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or hell on earth with the rememberence of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrible feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112334586859493372?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112334586859493372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112334586859493372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112334586859493372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112334586859493372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/04august05.html' title='04.August.05'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112173202153996581</id><published>2005-07-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:29:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>It was that day the response of my dreams came, unknowing that the invitation of a lifetime would turn into a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;The best friend a woman could ever have hella kool hella sexy and hella smart&lt;br /&gt;I thought the few secs it took to write that note was as long as he would pay me some attention but all that has infinitied beyond my imagination&lt;br /&gt;all more than would I could ever think or dream&lt;br /&gt;My life a living person who is everything I ever wanted in a friend, a man and so much more&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all the good men have to be taken?&lt;br /&gt; Taken by the worlds thoughts and dreams overlooking what may be their dream and their thoughts. The best thing that God created for man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112173202153996581?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112173202153996581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112173202153996581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112173202153996581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112173202153996581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112155220346254902</id><published>2005-07-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:22:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Hugger</title><content type='html'>While walking through the Northern California woods a man came up toanother man hugging a tree with his ear firmly against the tree.Seeingthis he inquired, "Just out of curiosity, what the heck are you doing?""I'mlistening to the music of the tree," the other man replied. "You gotta bekiddin' me." "No, would you like to give it a try?" Understandablycurious,the man says, "Well, OK. . . ." So he wrapped his arms around the treeandpressed his ear up against it. With this the other guy slapped pairofhandcuffs on him, took his wallet, jewelry, car keys, then strippedhimnaked and left. Two hours later another nature lover strolled by, sawthisguy handcuffed to the tree stark naked, and asked "What the hellhappenedto you?" He told the guy the whole story about how he got there. Whenhefinished telling his story, the other guy shook his head in sympathy,walkedaround behind him, kissed him behind the ear and said, "This justisn'tgonna be your day."--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112155220346254902?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112155220346254902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112155220346254902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155220346254902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155220346254902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/tree-hugger.html' title='Tree Hugger'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112155191602405497</id><published>2005-07-16T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:11:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favor to Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please tell ten friends to tell ten today! The Breast Cancer site is&gt;having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of donating at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman.  It takes less than a minute to go to! their site and click on "donating a mammogram" for free (pink window in the middle). This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate mammogram in exchange for advertising. Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AGAIN, PLEASE TELL 10 FRIENDS TO TELL 10 TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112155191602405497?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112155191602405497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112155191602405497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155191602405497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155191602405497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/favor-to-ask.html' title='A Favor to Ask'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112155154672323230</id><published>2005-07-16T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:23:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Swearing @ Work" Memo</title><content type='html'>Dear Employees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their coworkers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with coworkers. Therefore, a list of "TRY SAYING" new phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: She's a ball-busting b__ch.&lt;br /&gt;3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?&lt;br /&gt;4) TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: No f______ way.&lt;br /&gt;5) TRY SAYING: Really?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You've got to be sh__ing me!&lt;br /&gt;6) TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.&lt;br /&gt;7) TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in the project.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: It's not my f______ problem.&lt;br /&gt;8) TRY SAYING: That's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: What the f___?&lt;br /&gt;9) TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won't work.&lt;br /&gt;10) TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?&lt;br /&gt;11) TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his a__.&lt;br /&gt;12) TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.&lt;br /&gt;13) TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.&lt;br /&gt;14) TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: F___ it, I'm on salary.&lt;br /&gt;15) TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.&lt;br /&gt;16) TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This job sucks.&lt;br /&gt;17) TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Who the hell died and made you boss?&lt;br /&gt;18) TRY SAYING: He's somewhat insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's a d___k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112155154672323230?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112155154672323230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112155154672323230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155154672323230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155154672323230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/swearing-work-memo.html' title='&quot;Swearing @ Work&quot; Memo'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112155065728362627</id><published>2005-07-16T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:32:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's lesson No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There once was a bunch of tiny frogs, ..who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants... The race began... Honestly...No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: "Oh, WAY too difficult!!!" They will NEVER make it to the top!!!" or: "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!!!" The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher... The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!!!" More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher... This one wouldn't give up!!! At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top! THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it? A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal? It turned out...That the winner was DEAF!!! The wisdom of this story is: NEVER listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic... Because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you...the ones you have in your heart!!! Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!!! Therefore: ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!!! And above all: Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you can not fulfill your dreams!!! Always think: God and I can do this!!! Pass this message on to 5 "tiny frogs"you care about. Give them some motivation!!! Don't tell GOD how Big your storm is. Tell the storm how Big your GOD is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112155065728362627?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112155065728362627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112155065728362627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155065728362627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112155065728362627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/lifes-lesson-no.html' title='Life&apos;s lesson No.1'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112112058344123876</id><published>2005-07-11T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:10:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Pic</title><content type='html'>I thought this was quite interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112112058344123876?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/reloc.cfm?c=18&amp;fuseaction=viewImage&amp;imageID=69607160&amp;friendID=7797820&amp;id=303300AE-CB5B-426D-8BC8-277373C20EA5' title='Interesting Pic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112112058344123876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112112058344123876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112112058344123876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112112058344123876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting-pic.html' title='Interesting Pic'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112111952395109382</id><published>2005-07-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:49:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A man and his wife were working in their garden one day and the man&lt;br /&gt;looks over at his wife and said, "Your butt is getting really big, I mean&lt;br /&gt;really big. I bet your butt is bigger than the barbecue." With that he&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to get a measuring tape and measure the grill and then went&lt;br /&gt;over to where his wife was working and measured his wife's bottom. "Yes,&lt;br /&gt;I was right, your butt is two inches wider than the barbecue!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman chose to ignore her husband. Later that night in bed,&lt;br /&gt;the husband is feeling a little frisky. He makes some advances towards&lt;br /&gt;his wife who completely brushes him off. " What's wrong?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;She answers, "Do you really think I'm going to fire up this big-ass grill for&lt;br /&gt;one little weenie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112111952395109382?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112111952395109382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112111952395109382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111952395109382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111952395109382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-laugh.html' title='A little Laugh!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112111948925484704</id><published>2005-07-11T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:56:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDY LITTLE CHART</title><content type='html'>You say: "It's impossible" God says: All things are possible (Luke 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I'm too tired" God says: I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "Nobody really loves me" God says: I love you (John 3:16 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I can't go on" God says: My grace is sufficient (II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I can't figure things out" God says: I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I can't do it" God says: You can do all things (Philippians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I'm not able" God says: I am able (II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "It's not worth it" God says: It will be worth it (Roman 8:28 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I can't forgive myself" God says: I Forgive you I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I can't manage" God says: I will supply all your needs (Philippians 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I'm afraid" God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear (II Timothy 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated" God says: Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I'm not smart enough" God says: I give you wisdom (I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "I feel all alone" God says: I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112111948925484704?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112111948925484704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112111948925484704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111948925484704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111948925484704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/handy-little-chart.html' title='HANDY LITTLE CHART'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112111414480563084</id><published>2005-07-11T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:35:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE PROVERBS</title><content type='html'>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who run in front of car get tired.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who run behind car get exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.&lt;br /&gt; *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~! *&lt;br /&gt;Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who stand on toilet is high on pot.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Man who fart in church sit in own pew.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Crowded elevator smell different to midget.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112111414480563084?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112111414480563084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112111414480563084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111414480563084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111414480563084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/chinese-proverbs.html' title='CHINESE PROVERBS'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112111112742554622</id><published>2005-07-11T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:45:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder each and everyday about the person I am, honestly I don't know.  Suprising huh?  I know who God says I am but I often wonder if I deserve to be that which he wants me to be  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wake up each day going through the motion because that's the only thing I seem to know, but beyond that nothing makes sense to me.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know God has a purpose and a plan for my life but it just isn't coming as simple as I think it should. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny how we each have things we love to do, movies we love to see, favorite songs, colors, books and holidays but I have come to realize yes that some of those things set us apart being different as individuals and yet the same as others but non of this defines or says exactly who we are--again who am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can say what I want to be or how I want to be but the reality of it all is I don't have much of a decision as far as all of that is concerned.  I have only to decide what I'm going to dress this earthly body in each day.  The ultimate decision and plan has already been made, despite the roads I detour to.  It's already been made but still, who Am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112111112742554622?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112111112742554622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112111112742554622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111112742554622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112111112742554622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112105111467655254</id><published>2005-07-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:05:14.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have much to say today.  I have had a pounding headache and haven't been able to do much today but lay in my bed and rest.  Maybe this is my body's way of telling me that I need to just sit down and do NOTHING!  I want to continue to Blog though because it's been brought to my attention that I do have some people who read regularly and they noticed when I went a few days without leaving a word here.  So here's for today.  I am thinking of something new to write about in my head and hopefully I can complete it tonight and get it here so that you guys can read it.  Until the next piece...Peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*~Jasmine~*~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112105111467655254?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112105111467655254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112105111467655254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112105111467655254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112105111467655254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/consistency.html' title='Consistency'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112096194671061775</id><published>2005-07-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:22:20.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resume of Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Resume of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Address&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Ephesians 1:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Romans 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The Bible. Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualifications&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)&lt;br /&gt;I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Occupational Background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49).&lt;br /&gt;I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15-17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills Work Experiences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18).&lt;br /&gt;I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33).&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Educational Background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).&lt;br /&gt;In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3).&lt;br /&gt;My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).&lt;br /&gt;I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Accomplishments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26).&lt;br /&gt;I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15).&lt;br /&gt;I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!&lt;br /&gt;There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot - the BIBLE. You don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;References &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healings, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Summation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this resume to everyone you know, you never know who may have an opening! Thanks for your help and may God bless you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112096194671061775?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112096194671061775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112096194671061775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112096194671061775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112096194671061775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/resume-of-jesus-christ.html' title='The Resume of Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112096175394208005</id><published>2005-07-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:15:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09.July.05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hide like the sun beyond the cloud full of rain waiting for the breaking point to release every hurt, pain, fear, doubt and hinderance that was held on to over a lifetime no one knows when that rain will come or whether its a spring shower bringing april flowers or harsh rain with winds and thunderstorms to follow will it flood the soul or give just enough to say there was a release of something or some things that have held us in bondage over time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112096175394208005?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112096175394208005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112096175394208005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112096175394208005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112096175394208005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/09july05.html' title='09.July.05'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112083775525813545</id><published>2005-07-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:02:41.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life</title><content type='html'>Often life presents me with obstacles I think that I may never overcome. Then I wonder, what happened to that day when all I had to do was wake up, go to school, do school work, come home and woner wshat the next episode of the Power Rangers would hold. Now I get up, go to work, work, come home, cook, and wonder if I will have enough money to make it through to the next paycheck. Yea when we all were little we wanted to "grown" but didn't realize what age would exactly hold. At times I want to go back to my carefree life of schoolwork and cartoons and not worry about or think about or even imagine being grown. I know someone else feels my pain. Just a thought...until the next piece...PEACE&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112083775525813545?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112083775525813545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112083775525813545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112083775525813545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112083775525813545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/life.html' title='The Life'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112066471018300986</id><published>2005-07-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T08:45:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't consider....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myself cheap but I love shopping and I have to always get more for my money. I had promised my daughter on several occassions that I would be taking her swimming so Saturday morning when I woke up I decided that we would go bathing suit shopping. When I left my home, I really didn't have a particular price in mind for what I would spend but I knew that I didn't want to spend a whole lot, especially since I had to buy 2 suits. So we went to TJMaxx and I found the baby a Tommy Hilfiger suit for 7.00, nothing for me there so I went to Burlington's and found me a HotKiss bathing suit for 10.00. All and all I did good for the day and spent less than 20.00 for the both of us! I think I did pretty good! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the next piece....PEACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jassy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112066471018300986?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112066471018300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112066471018300986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112066471018300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112066471018300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-consider.html' title='I don&apos;t consider....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112066423866858854</id><published>2005-07-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T08:37:18.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumbest Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;07/01/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was at a local hotel in the Birmingham area for a party that my cousin threw for her daughter and mother.  It was great!  She went all out on the food, decoration, hired a dj and invited everyone we knew.  It was absolutely amazing.  Well of course there had to be some bad to get to the halfway good!  It just wouldn't have been right if she didn't have to deal with some very dishonest and unprofessional people.  The place that she planned on having the party originally was close to their home and a central location for everyone she invited.  Well the ghetto people that she was renting the place from, gave it away to one of their friends who were so called offering more money for the facility.  Didn't shock me one bit though and I sure as heck wasn't impressed with it when I attened a reception at the joint.  I was kind of glad that it ended up not being there but gave her a problem of not knowing where the party was going to be held.  All of this happened the day before.  She called a local hotel and begged and pleaded to use one of their conference rooms and they gave in and let her use the facility.  Of course it turned out to be a much nicer and safer enviornment with the exception of us having to keep the noise down.  Now in all of my visits to hotels, I have always seen conference rooms in a seperate area away from any of rooms that the guest stayed in.   NOT THIS HOTEL!! There were rooms right across from the conference room we were using; which meant that we had to keep the noise level down and keep everyone inside of the room unless they were quietly going to the bathroom.  So that messed us up because the DJ she hired had to play really soft music and we had to quiet as can be but we still had a wonderful time!  I just don't understand for the life of me, how you put guest rooms across from conference rooms.  Go figure....until the next piece...PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112066423866858854?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112066423866858854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112066423866858854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112066423866858854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112066423866858854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumbest-hotel.html' title='The Dumbest Hotel'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112014022956530174</id><published>2005-06-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:03:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/30/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo Yo Yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still trying to get used to this blogging thing.  I have come to realize that it gives me some sort of peace of mind and relaxes me a bit to know that I can release the thoughts in my head to an online diary that anyone can have access to.  (lol)  I have to think twice about things that I write here sometimes, I just don't want to get myself into any trouble in case my best friend or another person I may know stumbles across this.  Oh well.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a pretty good day yesterday, still very tired from my weekend.  I just can't seem to find a place to run off to where no one knows me or can call my cell phone to BUG me!  Soon enough I guess.  My aunt is still adjusting to having to give herself insulin not to mention she is trying to take care of my great aunt who also has been put on insulin and of course I have to run her errands and take her to the store because she can't drive.  The Lord will bless but at some point GOD I have to have rest.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have missed out on being home and even getting to spend time with my best friend in the whole wide world (RCV).  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I normally keep up with current events but lately I have been so out of it that I haven't even been able to keep up with myself.  My daughter is doing really good and she loves her head start class.  She never seems to tell me exactly what I want to know regarding her day at school.  I guess eventually she will start to let me into that little brain of hers.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yea before I forget it was so interesting that I saw a guy I haven't seen in a year.  I feel kind of bad because of the way I did him.  The ironic part of it all was the fact that I thought about him earlier this week.  Wondering exactly what was going on with him and the usual how was he type stuff.  Never to imagine or think that I would see him riding his bike (part of his exercise regimine (sp) )  while I was taking my aunt on her errands.  Then I laughed because the first thing he said to me was, "I see that you are still keeping it sexy" and of course my reply was, "You know how I do it!"  Interestingly enough we talked last night to kind of clear some things and I apologized for doing him wrong when he was nothing but sweet to me.  Then at 6:30 a.m.  my phone rang and it was him calling to say Good Morning!  Boy did I feel special.  ALL in ALL yesterday was a good day.  Nothing really exciting happened but God is stilll good and that's all that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112014022956530174?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112014022956530174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112014022956530174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112014022956530174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112014022956530174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/63005.html' title='6/30/05'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112007746791930526</id><published>2005-06-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:39:51.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>I often wonder what my life would be like without the past I had&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what my life would be life if I had everything I desired&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what my life would be like if I had not become a mother at 18&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what my life would be like if I was an only child&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what my life would be like I went off to college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are things I'll never know but things I will often wish that happened or wonder if I would be the person I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been everything that my mom wanted me to be with good grades, character and the high school sweetie she saw me to be&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'd be driving a CLK Mercedes finishing up a degree just to be getting it&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the college life, living it up in my own world, maybe joining the sorority of my choice being all that in a bag of chips&lt;br /&gt;Yea right&lt;br /&gt;I would probably be alone and scared with no one to love and care for or maybe wild and out of control not knowing which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;An only child spoiled but lost not knowing who what when where or how in the hell----&lt;br /&gt;If I went off to college---Yea I'll never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112007746791930526?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112007746791930526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112007746791930526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112007746791930526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112007746791930526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-112005378612910389</id><published>2005-06-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:03:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Flag in a Whole New Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/647/1600/ATT3243173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/647/320/ATT3243173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Flag: This is awesome READ THROUGH TO UNDER THE PICTURE.This is a beautiful photo of a giant flag in Arizona. The photo is authentic and un-retouched. The picture was taken on regular Kodak 35 mm film. The person who took the picture couldn't believe the image created by the sun's rays. Nice of them to share with the world! For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us....go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.....pass this on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-112005378612910389?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112005378612910389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=112005378612910389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112005378612910389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/112005378612910389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/american-flag-in-whole-new-light.html' title='American Flag in a Whole New Light'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111992805578030506</id><published>2005-06-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:01:07.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>Today was another day that starts off the week, the dreaded Monday! Yea I hated to see it. When I woke up this morning I had a terrible headache and lately I have been having them. It's been weird. I think I am overworking myself. This weekend I was on the go none stop once I finished my full time job. After I left work I was going to meet with a bride whose wedding was on Sunday to discuss final details regarding the big day so that everything could flow as it should. It was quite interesting. She being from Haiti and I had never been involved with Haitians and it was an interesting experience. I learned a little bit about their food and their music which was enough for me, not to mention their attitudes and they are not very friendly people at all. Although we had a few rough moments with the Bride being overwhelmed with everything, the wedding was beautiful. She was very sad because her father was not able to leave Haiti to be there to escort her on her big day but he was there in spirit and she was settled by the time she was to walk down the aisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111992805578030506?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111992805578030506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111992805578030506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111992805578030506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111992805578030506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111962078760467076</id><published>2005-06-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T06:46:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TNIGP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea now that I think about it, I know what happened.  Of course I didn't know what was going to happen but now I remember it all clearly.  Just like it was yesterday, when he got mad because another dude was paying me some attention.  He couldn't stand that other man going after what he thought was always going to be his as long as he wanted it to be.  The night my boy "John Doe" brought me home from the football game was the night he wanted he wanted to ride with my mom and use her key at my doorstep to get into the house to prove that all John Doe wanted to do was get some of what he had experienced for months.  The thing is I don't know why I was still fooling with him in the first place.  When all the while it was John Doe that I had the crush on but never did he go after what all the others wanted for that brief moment of pleasure just to get a chance to tell everyone yea I had her too.  Just when I thought about it, it made me wonder really about him and it became more clearer that he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.  I let John go so that we could keep the peace and the donor stay only to find myself giving it up to the guy I once gave my whole heart to.  The one who lied and told me he loved me, the who cheated with the girl down the street from me (whose house I could see when I walked out my door), the one who didn't appreciate a damn thing I did for him and yet I still gave up the goodies.  (I get mad when I think about it) For what?  Yea I was thinking that maybe one day he would come to his senses and take me back so that we could live happily ever after. Yea right!  The moment was right I got mine, he got his but little did I know that he wouldn't use the famouse "PULL OUT" method that he had used so many times before.  He was enjoying that good moment and got caught all up in that good stuff and &lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! That's when hell began for me..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111962078760467076?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111962078760467076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111962078760467076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111962078760467076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111962078760467076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/tnigp.html' title='TNIGP'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111955595136179329</id><published>2005-06-23T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:45:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/23/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Hola Mi Bloggers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't personally post yesterday so I figured I should today. Life is kool right now. Just trying to think and work out the kinks. My daughter is wonderful, "Healthy as a Horse as her Dr. would say." Oh yea that reminds me that I need to make her appointment for her check up. Anyways....Don't really have any dilemmas right now. Just life itself can be a dilemma in itself. I often wonder why life has so many journeys, ups and down, etc..etc..etc.. but then I realize that all of my issues come into play because of the path I have chosen to take my life down. I realized that being a Christian, no one ever said that it would be easy, hard neither for that matter but a continual test of Character, strength, Test and most of all being able to TRUST GOD! Anyways, I don't want to preach but that's what was on my heart for today. Hopefully I will have another heart to heart moment and express some feelings with u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next Piece.........Peace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111955595136179329?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111955595136179329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111955595136179329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111955595136179329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111955595136179329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/62305.html' title='6/23/05'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111946223136099658</id><published>2005-06-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:46:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFI List of Top 100 American Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. ``Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn,'' ``Gone With the Wind,'' 1939. 2. ``I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse,'' ``The Godfather,'' 1972. 3. ``You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am,'' ``On the Waterfront,'' 1954.&lt;br /&gt;4. ``Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore,'' ``The Wizard of Oz,'' 1939.&lt;br /&gt;5. ``Here's looking at you, kid,'' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;6. ``Go ahead, make my day,'' ``Sudden Impact,'' 1983.&lt;br /&gt;7. ``All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up,'' ``Sunset Blvd.,'' 1950.&lt;br /&gt;8. ``May the Force be with you,'' ``Star Wars,'' 1977.&lt;br /&gt;9. ``Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night,'' ``All About Eve,'' 1950.&lt;br /&gt;10. ``You talking to me?'' ``Taxi Driver,'' 1976.&lt;br /&gt;11. ``What we've got here is failure to communicate,'' ``Cool Hand Luke,'' 1967.&lt;br /&gt;12. ``I love the smell of napalm in the morning,'' ``Apocalypse Now,'' 1979.&lt;br /&gt;13. ``Love means never having to say you're sorry,'' ``Love Story,'' 1970.&lt;br /&gt;14. ``The stuff that dreams are made of,'' ``The Maltese Falcon,'' 1941.&lt;br /&gt;15. ``E.T. phone home,'' ``E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial,'' 1982.&lt;br /&gt;16. ``They call me Mister Tibbs!'', ``In the Heat of the Night,'' 1967.&lt;br /&gt;17. ``Rosebud,'' ``Citizen Kane,'' 1941.&lt;br /&gt;18. ``Made it, Ma! Top of the world!'', ``White Heat,'' 1949.&lt;br /&gt;19. ``I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!'', ``Network,'' 1976.&lt;br /&gt;20. ``Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,'' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;21. ``A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti,'' ``The Silence of the Lambs,'' 1991.&lt;br /&gt;22. ``Bond. James Bond,'' ``Dr. No,'' 1962.&lt;br /&gt;23. ``There's no place like home,'' ``The Wizard of Oz,'' 1939.&lt;br /&gt;24. ``I am big! It's the pictures that got small,'' ``Sunset Blvd.,'' 1950.&lt;br /&gt;25. ``Show me the money!'', ``Jerry Maguire,'' 1996.&lt;br /&gt;26. ``Why don't you come up sometime and see me?'', ``She Done Him Wrong,'' 1933.&lt;br /&gt;27. ``I'm walking here! I'm walking here!'', ``Midnight Cowboy,'' 1969.&lt;br /&gt;28. ``Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time Goes By,''' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;29. ``You can't handle the truth!'', ``A Few Good Men,'' 1992.&lt;br /&gt;30. ``I want to be alone,'' ``Grand Hotel,'' 1932.&lt;br /&gt;31. ``After all, tomorrow is another day!'', ``Gone With the Wind,'' 1939.&lt;br /&gt;32. ``Round up the usual suspects,'' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;33. ``I'll have what she's having,'' ``When Harry Met Sally...,'' 1989.&lt;br /&gt;34. ``You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow,'' ``To Have and Have Not,'' 1944.&lt;br /&gt;35. ``You're gonna need a bigger boat,'' ``Jaws,'' 1975.&lt;br /&gt;36. ``Badges? We ain't got no badges! We don't need no badges! I don't have to show you any stinking badges!'', ``The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,'' 1948.&lt;br /&gt;37. ``I'll be back,'' ``The Terminator,'' 1984.&lt;br /&gt;38. ``Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth,'' ``The Pride of the Yankees,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;39. ``If you build it, he will come,'' ``Field of Dreams,'' 1989.&lt;br /&gt;40. ``Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get,'' ``Forrest Gump,'' 1994.&lt;br /&gt;41. ``We rob banks,'' ``Bonnie and Clyde,'' 1967.&lt;br /&gt;42. ``Plastics,'' ``The Graduate,'' 1967.&lt;br /&gt;43. ``We'll always have Paris,'' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;44. ``I see dead people,'' ``The Sixth Sense,'' 1999.&lt;br /&gt;45. ``Stella! Hey, Stella!'', ``A Streetcar Named Desire,'' 1951.&lt;br /&gt;46. ``Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars,'' ``Now, Voyager,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;47. ``Shane. Shane. Come back!'', ``Shane,'' 1953.&lt;br /&gt;48. ``Well, nobody's perfect,'' ``Some Like It Hot,'' 1959.&lt;br /&gt;49. ``It's alive! It's alive!'', ``Frankenstein,'' 1931.&lt;br /&gt;50. ``Houston, we have a problem,'' ``Apollo 13,'' 1995.&lt;br /&gt;51. ``You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?'', ``Dirty Harry,'' 1971.&lt;br /&gt;52. ``You had me at `hello,''' ``Jerry Maguire,'' 1996.&lt;br /&gt;53. ``One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know,'' ``Animal Crackers,'' 1930.&lt;br /&gt;54. ``There's no crying in baseball!'', ``A League of Their Own,'' 1992.&lt;br /&gt;55. ``La-dee-da, la-dee-da,'' ``Annie Hall,'' 1977.&lt;br /&gt;56. ``A boy's best friend is his mother,'' ``Psycho,'' 1960.&lt;br /&gt;57. ``Greed, for lack of a better word, is good,'' ``Wall Street,'' 1987.&lt;br /&gt;58. ``Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer,'' ``The Godfather Part II,'' 1974.&lt;br /&gt;59. ``As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again,'' ``Gone With the Wind,'' 1939.&lt;br /&gt;60. ``Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!'', ``Sons of the Desert,'' 1933.&lt;br /&gt;61. ``Say `hello' to my little friend!'', ``Scarface,'' 1983.&lt;br /&gt;62. ``What a dump,'' ``Beyond the Forest,'' 1949.&lt;br /&gt;63. ``Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?'', ``The Graduate,'' 1967.&lt;br /&gt;64. ``Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!'', ``Dr. Strangelove,'' 1964.&lt;br /&gt;65. ``Elementary, my dear Watson,'' ``The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,'' 1929.&lt;br /&gt;66. ``Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape,'' ``Planet of the Apes,'' 1968.&lt;br /&gt;67. ``Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine,'' ``Casablanca,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;68. ``Here's Johnny!'', ``The Shining,'' 1980.&lt;br /&gt;69. ``They're here!'', ``Poltergeist,'' 1982.&lt;br /&gt;70. ``Is it safe?'', ``Marathon Man,'' 1976.&lt;br /&gt;71. ``Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!'', ``The Jazz Singer,'' 1927.&lt;br /&gt;72. ``No wire hangers, ever!'', ``Mommie Dearest,'' 1981.&lt;br /&gt;73. ``Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?'', ``Little Caesar,'' 1930.&lt;br /&gt;74. ``Forget it, Jake, it's Chinatown,'' ``Chinatown,'' 1974.&lt;br /&gt;75. ``I have always depended on the kindness of strangers,'' ``A Streetcar Named Desire,'' 1951.&lt;br /&gt;76. ``Hasta la vista, baby,'' ``Terminator 2: Judgment Day,'' 1991.&lt;br /&gt;77. ``Soylent Green is people!'', ``Soylent Green,'' 1973.&lt;br /&gt;78. ``Open the pod bay doors, HAL,'' ``2001: A Space Odyssey,'' 1968.&lt;br /&gt;79. Striker: ``Surely you can't be serious.'' Rumack: ``I am serious ... and don't call me Shirley,'' ``Airplane!'', 1980.&lt;br /&gt;80. ``Yo, Adrian!'', ``Rocky,'' 1976.&lt;br /&gt;81. ``Hello, gorgeous,'' ``Funny Girl,'' 1968.&lt;br /&gt;82. ``Toga! Toga!'', ``National Lampoon's Animal House,'' 1978.&lt;br /&gt;83. ``Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make,'' ``Dracula,'' 1931.&lt;br /&gt;84. ``Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was Beauty killed the Beast,'' ``King Kong,'' 1933.&lt;br /&gt;85. ``My precious,'' ``The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers,'' 2002.&lt;br /&gt;86. ``Attica! Attica!'', ``Dog Day Afternoon,'' 1975.&lt;br /&gt;87. ``Sawyer, you're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star!'', ``42nd Street,'' 1933.&lt;br /&gt;88. ``Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!'', ``On Golden Pond,'' 1981.&lt;br /&gt;89. ``Tell 'em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipper,'' ``Knute Rockne, All American,'' 1940.&lt;br /&gt;90. ``A martini. Shaken, not stirred,'' ``Goldfinger,'' 1964.&lt;br /&gt;91. ``Who's on first,'' ``The Naughty Nineties,'' 1945.&lt;br /&gt;92. ``Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now, about to become the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/wrap/linker.jsp?floc=&amp;ref=http://search.netscape.com/nscp_results.adp?source=nsstorysearch&amp;amp;query=Masters"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Masters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; champion. It looks like a mirac ... It's in the hole! It's in the hole! It's in the hole!'', ``Caddyshack,'' 1980.&lt;br /&gt;93. ``Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!'', ``Auntie Mame,'' 1958.&lt;br /&gt;94. ``I feel the need - the need for speed!'', ``Top Gun,'' 1986.&lt;br /&gt;95. ``Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary,'' ``Dead Poets Society,'' 1989.&lt;br /&gt;96. ``Snap out of it!'', ``Moonstruck,'' 1987.&lt;br /&gt;97. ``My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you,'' ``Yankee Doodle Dandy,'' 1942.&lt;br /&gt;98. ``Nobody puts Baby in a corner,'' ``Dirty Dancing,'' 1987.&lt;br /&gt;99. ``I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!'', ``The Wizard of Oz,'' 1939.&lt;br /&gt;100. ``I'm king of the world!'', ``Titanic,'' 1997. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111946223136099658?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111946223136099658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111946223136099658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111946223136099658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111946223136099658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/afi-list-of-top-100-american-movie.html' title='AFI List of Top 100 American Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111937395765843708</id><published>2005-06-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:15:07.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cry" by Lyfe Jennings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Ya'll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just taking the time today to give my daily post. Lately a lot has been on my mind and all I feel like doing is crying........So of course I took the lyrics to my favorite song right now and wanted to share them with you. If you haven't heard Lyfe's Cd you must listen to it! There are other songs that I love on this cd but this one has spoken to me in so many ways since the first day I heard it. I hope that you enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jassy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done had money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done been broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done been talked about something awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Done been lied on by so many folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done even been depressed at times and didn’t wanna cry cause my pride was too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But over the years I thought it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(My favorite part of the song)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And after struggling for so long and still holding on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I figured, can’t be nothing all that wrong with crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anybody says that they’re that strong they’re lying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See crying is like taking your soul to the Laundromat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It’s like the feeling that you getwhen you see your Grand-mama smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or the heavens open up and blessing rain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go on child and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go on and cry, cry, cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We can cry together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See I done been a player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done been played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I done went for some of the oldest tricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from some of the coldest chicks God done ever made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Said I done even had a venereal disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And didn’t wanna go to the clinic, all that attention embarrassing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But over the years I’ve learned to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that I don’t really give a damn what nobody say, I’m a man and we cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We can cry, we can cry, we can cry together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talkin’ bout wo wo wo yea yea yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They say a man ain’t supposed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but I know, know, know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fasho’ sho’, sho’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that even men go through problems somtime cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111937395765843708?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111936745602068859</id><published>2005-06-21T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:27:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The only thing in my life so pure&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made me sure&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I had as a woman&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I had that made me pure&lt;br /&gt;Until that day, the day when I gave it away---&lt;br /&gt;not with someone special who loved me and cared for me&lt;br /&gt;but with someone who took advantage of me being alone single and cold looking for something that would never be there&lt;br /&gt;----Love ----&lt;br /&gt;Yea right----just a hard ----&lt;br /&gt;waiting to get into the next tight -----&lt;br /&gt;just to claim and say he won his aim&lt;br /&gt;another one gone&lt;br /&gt;Not so pure Not so sure of the only thing that made her pure sure of who she was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111936745602068859?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111936745602068859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111936745602068859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111936745602068859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111936745602068859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111929752080348803</id><published>2005-06-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:30:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my days are so long....when are they ever going to end my nights are so cold...when is that someone coming to hold me in their arms lonliness has become a way of life for me that I can`t seem to defeat isit me or does my soul wantto just love someone freely asit`s supposed to be......why does lifes plan not seem to go as u want when u want i guess, no i know that its because our lives belong to higher being who has the best interest in mind but when i look at the man in the mirror i dont feel like i see the best coming out of me but failure defeat a wanting to go forward but a brick wall that i cant seem to get pass....the past yes thats what im holding on to i just cant get pass that one thing that seemed to make me doubt the person i really am or question the person im supposed to be GOD please help me before i really turn out to be what u didn`t intend me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111929752080348803?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111929752080348803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111929752080348803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929752080348803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929752080348803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-vent.html' title='my vent'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111929745329836487</id><published>2005-06-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:57:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Jassy As I Know Her~</title><content type='html'>Born in December of 1983&lt;br /&gt;Her 21 years 6 months such and such days, hours, minutes and seconds of her life has been unclear to her (like a foggy day in San Francisco)&lt;br /&gt;Unclear why she lives each day on this hell bound earth full of hurt, pain, sin, trials, tribulation, must she go on&lt;br /&gt;—to do the will of the Most High God&lt;br /&gt;            The Wonderful, Mighty, Prince of Peace, Her Counselor, Her Comforter, Her   Friend, she can go on and on………&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how she is supposed to live the life God has ordained for her to live.  Being a single mother who works hard each and everyday to make a better life for her and her daughter&lt;br /&gt;And yet has the hardest time completely trusting that God will make a way&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;She doubts, she fears, she doesn’t trust, she doesn’t believe that one day all the negative things in her life will be gone away….FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;Yea her favorite color may be orange&lt;br /&gt;Yes her favorite food chicken&lt;br /&gt;Yea she’s a Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;Yes her favorite song right now is “Cry” by Lyfe Jennings&lt;br /&gt;Yea she likes to shop and be trendy&lt;br /&gt;Yes her favorite scripture is Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;Yea she loves intellectual conversation&lt;br /&gt;Yes this all things are simple things about her life, her struggles, alone they don’t define her, who she is or who she’s going to be. &lt;br /&gt;Only the plan that the Most High GOD she serves will determine that final factor of her life when His will is done here on earth in her life as He would have it to be…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111929745329836487?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111929745329836487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111929745329836487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929745329836487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929745329836487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/jassy-as-i-know-her.html' title='~Jassy As I Know Her~'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111929770178639853</id><published>2005-06-20T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:01:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo wassup!  Havent been doing this blog thing lately but I believe I am about to start back up.  Life has been very boring and thought have been going heavily.  I'm not much of a poet but I love to express my feelings.  Whether it makes sense to me or to you!  I hope that you enjoy what I have to share.  Some may be funny....yea you can laugh...some may be sad...yea you can cry or if you just have suggestion that might improve what I'm doing that would be nice as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the next piece....PEACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jassy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111929770178639853?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111929770178639853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111929770178639853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929770178639853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111929770178639853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo-bloggers.html' title='YO Bloggers!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-111015598811969883</id><published>2005-03-06T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:19:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought things couldn't get any worse, everything with my car starts to go wrong. I am getting myself together and about to move out of my mom's house and I have to dish out extra money to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new struts, oil leak fixed, new battery and now the alternator&lt;/span&gt;. I was planning to get a new car in about 4-6 months but it looks like I am going to have to speed the process up soon. I didn't want to do that but I don't have very many choices at this point. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That was the worst of the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Friday evening I come home from picking my sister up from Jacksonville, AL and I'm going to get my hair done before I hit up &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First Fridays @ Safari Cup&lt;/span&gt;. That plan gets ran into the ground so I go for what I know and I have my sister to straighten my hair so that it looks half way decent. Last month when I went to First Fridays I barely got in and the place was extremely crowded. The dance floor was jumpin and you couldn't walk up the stairs without someone touching your butt! The guys enjoyed that!! This time I go solo and I leave early. Of all nights it was a little chilly and I had on black slacks, black silk spaghetti strapped shirt and an orange stylish trench coat and clutch. Looking SO good but oh so cold. In the line I was on the phone with a good friend of mine (will talk about him later), and there are other guys like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt; Saying, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You need to get off the phone and holla at me." One guy was so slick was like tell whoever you are talking to that there is a guy standing in line with you starring right in your mouth while you are having a private conversation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then he says go ahead and tell him you love him so that you can go ahead and talk to me. I was like WOW! The nerve of this guy. I'm glad that wasn't my boyfriend on the phone or it might have been some TROUBLE!!&lt;/span&gt; So I went along with the game and I told him that I Loved Him, just to humor the guy standing in line. To go ahead and end the story, I ended up leaving that party and I went over to my Good friends house and we watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAW&lt;/span&gt; and talked about weird sex stories of things that happened to us!! Turned out to be a pretty good night overall. I enjoyed myself. Talk to you fellow bloggers later. holla.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jassy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-111015598811969883?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111015598811969883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=111015598811969883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111015598811969883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/111015598811969883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-when.html' title='Just when....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110971100380368282</id><published>2005-03-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:03:23.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Fellow Bloggers.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To catch up on.  My life has turned from being ok to being a total wreck.  Nothing seems to be going good and when it goes good it turns bad.  Lord Help!!!  I know that it will be ok so i am just going to take it day by day.  Here in the past few months, I have met some pretty incredible people and made some new friends.  That's peobably the only good things that have happened to me besides a good income tax check. (LOL)  I am getting ready to move out of my mother's house and out on my own.  Boy am I looking forward to the freedom.  I have some problems with her that I think will work out better when I am not living with her.  I will like her more if I'm not under her roof.  Looking for another job, don't think that this last opportunity is for me.  Great experience but nothing thathas Jasmine' s future.  I have been spending a lot of time with Kamil (my daughter) and it has been great to see how she acts 24 hours a day.  Right at this moment I don't know that I could be a stay at home mom.  Thank God for daycares.  I will let you in on more later.  I will do my best this time to keep up-to-date with my life.  Thanks for the patience and love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110971100380368282?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110971100380368282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110971100380368282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110971100380368282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110971100380368282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-so-much.html' title='I have so much...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110533257322761841</id><published>2005-01-09T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:50:59.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a minute......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many new things are going on, along with the new year. New goals, new friends, new dreams, and a new life! Those are some of the things that I am praying for in the NEW YEAR instead of the traditional new years resolution. There is so much to say but in so little time (for me to write that is). I have definitly missed reading my fellow bloggers' pages and I have decided that I am going to start back posting and try and do a little better than I started off doing. I haven't written since before Christmas so I guess I might need to start off saying that I had a blessed Birthday and Christmas. I turned 21 on December 21st. So much love was shown to me and I really appreciated all of the gifts and lovely birthday meals! Christmas was pretty good for me! For my daughter it was exceptional. She was very suprised to wake up and find a Dora the Explorer Christmas. The look on her face was priceless. The New Years was pretty good. I spent the night at my church's Watch Night Service and was home by 1am. Work has been amazing. I am now feeling more loved in my department!! NOT!! The workload has been very heavy the past week closing out year end reports and getting ready for the tax season. I guess that's what to be expected working in Accounting. Besides work my social life is Ok. The same kool friends, but one I had to let go. It hurts when the person you think you can trust the most stabs you in the back right in your heart. That has just recently happened to me. I have yet to understand why the bad things happen to me and I am always doing for others, listening to others, being understanding to other's needs and always there when they need me the most. When I'm have a hard time No one is there for me. Why is it that all the good people are always hurt, broke and suffer the worst? I have got to have a conversation with God about that. Other than those few things. Everything is all good. God saw fit for me to be on this earth for 21 years and has continued to bless me by allowing me to see 2005. I have learned not to take the smallest thing like the breath that God gives me from day to day for granted and I hope and pray that whoever reads this doesn't either. May God to continue to bless you fellow bloggers. Until next time, Be Blessed &amp;amp; Be You! JassyPha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110533257322761841?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110533257322761841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110533257322761841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110533257322761841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110533257322761841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-minute.html' title='It&apos;s been a minute......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110123331622424410</id><published>2004-11-23T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:09:59.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this OUT! CP Time.....</title><content type='html'>This is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.bpcdn.us/Members/Boondocks/bo041102.gif"&gt;http://i.bpcdn.us/Members/Boondocks/bo041102.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110123331622424410?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110123331622424410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110123331622424410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110123331622424410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110123331622424410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/check-this-out-cp-time.html' title='Check this OUT! CP Time.....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110114124294198360</id><published>2004-11-22T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:36:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Think about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Irrelevant Information Introduces you to the Inability to have Joy." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110114124294198360?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110114124294198360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110114124294198360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110114124294198360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110114124294198360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to Think about....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110113922063659380</id><published>2004-11-22T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:02:12.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do I match.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;67&lt;/b&gt;% Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/sagittarius.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/astrologyquizzes.html"&gt;How much do you match your zodiac sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110113922063659380?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110113922063659380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110113922063659380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110113922063659380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110113922063659380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-much-do-i-match.html' title='How much do I match.....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110113202304106624</id><published>2004-11-22T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T07:55:41.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-U-B-U-R-N</title><content type='html'>The Iron Bowl is over and the Auburn Tigers have taken the title for the year.  Glory, Glory to ole Auburn A-U-B-U-R-N!  So I went to my ghetto aunt's house to watch the game with my Dad's side of the family.  A totally different breed from my mother's side. We were in a small apartment and 20 deep in the living room part sitting n e where you could find a seat.  Everyone in the room has about 5 football boards to their hands checking each quarter to see if they had won money.  My dad won a nice piece on two of his boards and some other people won a few bills but not enough to really do n e thing with.  One lady won 50.00 and she said she was going to get her car tag with that.  Then her drunk husband says wait a minute, wait a minute I already gave you money for that tag!!  She said you did but I went to the grocery store early one morning and spent that money so I had to hustle that money up another way now. He said look you done told on yourself because you were supposed to have been bought that tag.  Then me and my dad had everyone all upset because our team won and they didn't want to hear us yelling and screaming.  It was kool though.  It's always nice to hang around drunk older people listening to the blues every once in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;Later that night I had a high school crush come over that I had not seen in years come to visit me.  He had heard from some fellow class mates how much I had changed since the last time I saw me so I guess he had to come and evaluate himself.  I remember the first day he talked to me.  I was a freshman and he was a senior and I thought I was the she-y-t because I was kickin it with him.  He hasn't turned out so bad.  Still the same person of course a lot more mature but still a sweetie!  Of course I found out that he wanted to talk to me at one point but he claims that I never gave him the time of day.  Well that's it for now...Until later....Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110113202304106624?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110113202304106624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110113202304106624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110113202304106624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110113202304106624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/u-b-u-r-n.html' title='A-U-B-U-R-N'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110089215199354054</id><published>2004-11-19T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:22:31.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ItalianPrincessLauren/1043975616_tsJunkLove.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b8add4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOVE is your chinese symbol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ItalianPrincessLauren/quizzes/What%20Chinese%20Symbol%20Are%20You%3F%20--%20Updated%20(7%2F21%2F03)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Chinese Symbol Are You? -- Updated (7/21/03)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110089215199354054?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110089215199354054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110089215199354054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110089215199354054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110089215199354054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110087933905578570</id><published>2004-11-19T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T07:48:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAAAAAR  EAGLE HEY!</title><content type='html'>Ok...Time for the Iron Bowl.  I work for a company where everyone either is an Auburn Fan (War Eagle) or an Alabama fan.  We are having our tailgate party today and people are really emotional about this stuff.  I see the President of the company, which is an Alabama fan and he says "Man Yall have corrupted the new girl already."  The new girl referring to me.  I am all decked out in my orange and blue reppin the Tigers proud.  It is interesting to me that there are more Auburn fans here, all of my other surroudings are usually the complete opposite.  Go Figure??  I will let you know the outcome of the party as it happens.  Have a good day! P.S. I hope that food is good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110087933905578570?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110087933905578570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110087933905578570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110087933905578570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110087933905578570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/waaaaaaar-eagle-hey.html' title='WAAAAAAAR  EAGLE HEY!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110080675177143462</id><published>2004-11-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:39:11.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My company had a customer appreciation luncheon for their customers today. I am the only black female in the entire company and the other blacks are warehouse workers and its about 5 of them. Well to go on with the story, we have a black guy that owns a company and he's a really good customer. I expected to see his staff here today eating lunch. Well I saw a few of the guys but then I look up and a van load of black guys come out of no where. They are from another one of our customers but they never come and pick up stuff. Well I see the van leave those guys and I look up and the van comes back again with another van load of black guys. By this time I am embarrassed because there are a ton of blacks coming for FREE food, who we've never seen before and my co workers are laughing their butts off seeing this van haul all of these people like a shuttle service. Then all of the guys have the nerve to WINK ;) at me while I'm in line getting me a plate. Isn't that a crock of horse mess. Blacks...You can't tell ONE of them there is free food somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110080675177143462?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110080675177143462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110080675177143462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110080675177143462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110080675177143462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-food.html' title='FREE FOOD'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110079616093032893</id><published>2004-11-18T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:42:40.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Another Weekend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.....And I'm just posting from the last. I have so much to say and so little time so I will just cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I did nothing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have a cousin that is a little confused about his sexual orientation and spent the night entertaining him because he hasn't been feeling very well. He was dehydrated and been at the doctor's office all day and wanted some company. I volunteered my Friday evening to watch Lifetime movies with him before I went and met "the married man" in an empty parking lot. It's not what you think....We just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TALKED &amp; LAUGHED&lt;/span&gt;! That was until my mom went to her boyfriend's house and he came over and we watched Love &amp;amp; Basketball and talked until almost morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Again I did nothing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I woke up very sleepy Saturday morning after getting an hour nap before talking my daughter to much anticipated dance class. When I returned from taking her to dance I hit the pillow as soon as I hit the door. My Mother was a BIG help because she took my daughter with her to the grocery store for about 2 hours. I'm thinking Great! I can get in a gooood power nap and get up and do my normal Saturday cleaning and continue on with my day relaxed and rested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My dad decides he wants to come and visit me and he has a bootleg copy of the movie RAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; by the way from the small part that I saw, is an excellent movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now back to why I only saw half of the movie. My mom walks in the door and the Auburn/Georgia game was on. My Dad and I had everything worked out. We were watching Ray on one TV and the game was on the other. So we were taking turns going back and forth seeing the score and what was going on.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; (Yes I Watch FOOTBALL and I LOVE IT)&lt;/span&gt; It was working out for us until she came in the door and just turned off the DVD player on us and said this is the TV that I watch football on and both of ya'll know it. So instead of griping about it, I just let it go and I was surprised that my dad did to. So he promised to bring it back so that I could finish it. He couldn't just leave it because then his wife would know he had been over to our house and that wouldn't be a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went to church and it was my choir's Sunday to sing. We did a pretty good job this Sunday and we had a pretty nice crowd at church so I am sure the Lord was pleased with our service. After church I went and ate dinner with my cousins and godmother. I had a blast &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(ok that was lame)&lt;/span&gt; but I did have fun. One of my cousin's aunts works at the corporate office in Birmingham and they have unbelievable sales for those people. She had 3 HUGE boxes of clothing to just give away. All of the clothes were things that they are selling in the stores right now and I racked up. I don't have to buy n e sweaters or long sleeve shirts this season. They were all so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So this concludes my edition of my boring weekend. Until next time you all Be Blessed and Be You! Luv Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110079616093032893?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110079616093032893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110079616093032893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110079616093032893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110079616093032893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/almost-another-weekend.html' title='Almost Another Weekend.....'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110053203209322602</id><published>2004-11-15T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:20:32.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down-To-Earth Person..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/soul/images/downto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely down-to-earth! &lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;Find your soul type&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com" target="new"&gt;kelly.moranweb.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110053203209322602?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110053203209322602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110053203209322602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110053203209322602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110053203209322602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/down-to-earth-person.html' title='Down-To-Earth Person..........'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110029252750611502</id><published>2004-11-12T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:48:47.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification Purposes...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thanks to a fellow Blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I need to clarify something from my last posting. When I was talking about the conversation about my daughter being his girlfriend, I wasn't meaning that literally. What I meant by that was Kamil (&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my daughter&lt;/span&gt;) is really friendly and he likes her (&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;because she is a friendly and cute little girl&lt;/span&gt;). He plays with her at the church and he calls her his little girlfriend FOR PLAY......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jassy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110029252750611502?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110029252750611502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110029252750611502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110029252750611502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110029252750611502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/clarification-purposes.html' title='Clarification Purposes...........'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110028225505057215</id><published>2004-11-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T09:57:35.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear With Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey Fellow Bloggers.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here I am at it again. I haven't had much time to update but here I go. I am still new to this so bear with me if I'm a little boring at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So this guy that goes to church me really likes me. He is in Birmingham every two weeks to visit his gorgeous daughter and parents. Well come to find out, he has liked me for a long time and I have had a crush him but because I knew he was older I didn't think he would talk me other than as acquaintances. He was in Birmingham for the Magic City Classic about two weeks ago and he gets my phone number from my cousin (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;whom I'm very close to&lt;/span&gt;) and he calls me. I look on the caller ID (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;man I love those things&lt;/span&gt;) and I don't recognize the number but I answer anyway. He asks to speak to me and asks me how I'm doing and how my day has gone. I talk to him about three minutes not knowing whom I'm conversing with. He sounded good and I figured I knew him from somewhere because he has my number and he specifically asked for me. I continue on and I say, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is this&lt;/span&gt;?" He says, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You have a girlfriend of mine&lt;/span&gt;." I ask him, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Who might that be?"&lt;/span&gt; He says, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"My girlfriend, you know her very well."&lt;/span&gt; I said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well I don't know exactly who you are referring to so I think that you better just go ahead and tell me who you are." &lt;/span&gt;He says, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Your daughter is my girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt; After that hint and about 2 more hints I finally figure out that its the guy I have had a crush on for years and of course wondering to myself how in the hell did he get my number. He went on to tell me that he went to the church to pay his tithes because he wouldn't be able to make it to the church on Sunday and he thought that he would look in the church directory to get my number, but because my cousin was there he got my number from her on the sly. He is a really kool guy, I love conversing with him but there is one thing that hinders our relationship to go any further. HE'S MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110028225505057215?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110028225505057215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110028225505057215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110028225505057215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110028225505057215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear With Me!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086868.post-110003397984986439</id><published>2004-11-09T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:59:39.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Introduction.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey World......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's me trying some new things in life and beginning them with YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just to let you know a little about me.  My name is Jasmine and I currently reside in the "Magic City" of Birmingham, AL.   I am 20 year old and aging, day by day.  I have a 3 year old daughter who is my Angel here on earth.  I am presently a full time employee for a piping supply company and I am working on being back in school in January of 2005.  I am thinking about studying to be a Surgical Physicians Assistant or an Occupational Therapist.  I love music and I also love to read.  I think this is good enough to start things off!!  Until next time...Holla Things will get juicier as the time goes on so bare with me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9086868-110003397984986439?l=classyjassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/feeds/110003397984986439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9086868&amp;postID=110003397984986439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110003397984986439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9086868/posts/default/110003397984986439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classyjassy.blogspot.com/2004/11/introduction.html' title='The Introduction.......'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744027945258815987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-099.vo.llnwd.net/00768/99/07/768057099_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
