<?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-12789869</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:40:47.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...::UhSista's Commentary::...</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't expect everyone to agree (In fact, they rarely do...)
But I do expect positive dialogue. Peace &amp; Love :: UhSista</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-114306064250772235</id><published>2006-03-22T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:50:42.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsotsi :: A story of redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/tsotsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/tsotsi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the bible REDEMPTION means salvation from sin, and that’s what the South African file (( and winner of the academy award for best foreign film )) TSOTSI is about…REDEMPTION.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tsotsi means “thug” and that is exactly what the main character is…a thug filled with hate and no remorse for his actions…then a baby enters his life and his hateful eyes finally sees unconditional love, and even though you start off hating this man…the more you learn about him the more u understand why he is how he is. But you know that there is no way his crimes should go unpunished – he must pay for his actions even though he is on the path of change.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This was a great movie and the acting was fabulous…GO SEE IT...Then discuss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-114306064250772235?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/114306064250772235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=114306064250772235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114306064250772235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114306064250772235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2006/03/tsotsi-story-of-redemption.html' title='Tsotsi :: A story of redemption'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-114282552560637321</id><published>2006-03-19T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:32:05.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys of Baraka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/baraka_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/baraka_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This evening I went to check out another independent film…this one was called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lokifilms.com/site/index.html"&gt;The Boys of Baraka&lt;/a&gt;. This film is a documentary that follows the lives of 13 young teenage black boys from the ghettos for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:state&gt; as they enter into a middle-school that takes them to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I have to say, I was very disappointed. The film begins by building the hopes and dreams of these children and after a year in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the programs is halted because of security concerns and the closing of the Nairobi US Embassy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As one of the children said in the film…”How come they can’t just do the program here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good Question??? How come they couldn’t continue the program in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;? That shows the children were more excited about learning then they were about being in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So after one promising year of the boys making good grades, the honor roll, writing poetry the program was halted and they were sent back to the overcrowded public schools in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The ending of this documentary was very disappointing and I left there wanting to slap every selfish administrator of the Baraka School Program. They built the hopes and dreams of these children, only to disappoint them…..as if they haven’t been disappointed enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-114282552560637321?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/114282552560637321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=114282552560637321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114282552560637321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114282552560637321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2006/03/boys-of-baraka.html' title='Boys of Baraka'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-114218360397063179</id><published>2006-03-12T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:13:23.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' in the Land of Dixie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/csa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/csa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I saw an indie film titled &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csathemovie.com/"&gt;CSA :: Confederate States of America&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The basic synopsis of this movie is a fake history film about what the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would be like if the South won the Civil War. Now I have to say that this movie isn’t for people that are uncomfortable with racist images (( because this movie is loaded with them )) but I would say that this movie did spark some interesting conversation with some of my friends that went with me to the movie (( that happen to be white )).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed that the whites in the movie were more uncomfortable with the racist images than we ( meaning us blacks ) were. It seem so absurd that we were in there rollin’.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some of the key changes that were addressed in this fictional alternate history were::&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Slaves      were never freed and remained slaves all the up into the new millennium.      In fact they were able to purchase slaves via the SSN (( Slave Shopping      Network)).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Harriett      Tubman was caught and executed for trying to smuggle Lincoln (( who was in      black face)) to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/st1:city&gt; was jailed for treason and exiled to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;      after his released. Where he died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The Confederated      States of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; ( not      the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States of        America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) became allies with Hitler and convinced      him to use his Jews as Slaves instead of cooking them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;A      majority of the freed blacks populated &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;A government      agency was created to locate blacks that were trying to pass as white.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;John      F. Kennedy was assassinated for trying to emancipate the slaves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I live in Georgia I am curious to know just how many whites actually attended this film thinking it would be good to see how things could have been if THEY had won the war. The film was actually produced and directed by two black men…Spike Lee and Kevin Willmott.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Would I recommend this film??….Hummmmm **scratching my head** &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rent the video instead. It was first released in 2004 so there should be a video out there somewhere. I know the film is still making its rounds at indie film theatres so maybe u can catch it at a matinee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-114218360397063179?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/114218360397063179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=114218360397063179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114218360397063179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114218360397063179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2006/03/livin-in-land-of-dixie.html' title='Livin&apos; in the Land of Dixie?'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-114176829330071354</id><published>2006-03-07T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:31:36.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin' our Roaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My very first blog entry on blogger was in December 2004 and it was titled &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_uhsista_archive.html"&gt;Do u have Roaches?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In it I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; referred to Bill Cosby’s controversial comments about the black race. This week a rap group won the academy award for a song about pimps, some of the lyrics include::&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nigga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nigga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nigga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Because a whole lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;bitches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jumpin ship(you ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nigga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Will have a whole lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;bitches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jumpin ship (you ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nigga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It looks like our roaches have once again been exposed….We like to call ourselves bitches, hoes and niggas and we don’t care how knows it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/style-g-Lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 99px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/style-g-Lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I say to my lovely black people….don’t be shocked when your white co-worker rolls up to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);font-size:130%;" &gt; and says “what’s up my nigga” OR your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);font-size:130%;" &gt; co-worker refers to u as a “bitch”. Or your boyfriend treats u like his hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;NO ONE is going to respect us until we respect ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-114176829330071354?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/114176829330071354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=114176829330071354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114176829330071354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/114176829330071354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2006/03/killin-our-roaches.html' title='Killin&apos; our Roaches!'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-113664983254872581</id><published>2006-01-07T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:15:30.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Objectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/2006.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/2006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can’t believe how long it’s been since if updated this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It’s January 2006 and my objectives for this year are as follows::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul face="georgia" style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: verdana;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;               &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: verdana;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan      to implement the 7 priciples of Kwanzaa into the way I live my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan      to surround myself with people that will encourage and assist me in      obtaining my personal objectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan      to become stronger in my faith :: Nichiren Buddhism  - and assist my      district is their mission for peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan      to treat my body with respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan      to use my time effectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope 2006 is as good (if not better ) than 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-113664983254872581?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/113664983254872581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=113664983254872581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/113664983254872581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/113664983254872581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-objectives.html' title='2006 Objectives'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-113103748015822194</id><published>2005-11-03T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:16:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a Racist in your Closet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/bridemaids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/bridemaids2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This blog has been suffering from neglect! Since I started bloggin’ via Yahoo 360 I have almost forgot about this blog. There is so many things going on right now that its been hard to keep my thoughts organized. One very important thing is my best friend of 6 years got married this weekend. While in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I had the “pleasure” of meeting the best man’s wife..KRISTY (both the best man and his wife are white). Kristy, my bloggin friends, is a racist and let me just say she is one on the worst types of racist. She is the racist that doesn’t realize she is a racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She is the racist that as she talks her ignorance digs her deeper and deeper into a hole.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;What makes me call Kristy a racist? Here is just a sampling of her comments::&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Don’t get me wrong my father LOVES Anthony…But he is Black”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father has THOSE PEOPLE working in his restaurants.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“My kids came home from school with head lice, and it’s not even a public school!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My list of “Ignorant Kristy Comments” could go on and on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- because the more she drank the more ignorant her comments got. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kristy and her husband Andy (whom I like) live in a lovely home that’s sits on 1.5 acres. They have two beautiful (but bad as hell) daughters that thinks is fun to bark like dogs in people’s faces – I was so tempted to slap one of these children that every time they came into a room all I could do was walk out. Kristy seems to think its cute that the older daughter abuses the younger one. She showed us Hanna’s battle wounds after surviving a war with Skye. She also added how Skye says she HATES Hanna! Is this shyt suppose to be funny? The humor in this is lost on me, cuz I didn't think the fact that Skye abuses Hanna was cute OR funny. But another ignorant comment from Kristy was..."What am I suppose to do?" Get a clue and whup Skye's ass!! &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/rachant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/rachant.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a special note to&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Anthony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love the both of you like I love members of my own family. Your love is a special one. Your home may not sit on 1.5 acres but your home is warm and built with love. If you run across anyone that is trying to break your spirit it’s because that person wants what you have….Happiness. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-113103748015822194?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/113103748015822194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=113103748015822194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/113103748015822194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/113103748015822194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-there-racist-in-your-closet.html' title='Is there a Racist in your Closet?'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112700424970308631</id><published>2005-09-17T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:46:46.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterburn :: Zane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/Afterburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/Afterburn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just finished reading the book Afterburn by Zane; I won’t go into too many details about the book just in case someone is planning on reading it, but i wanted to share my feelings about the book. Those who are familiar with the author Zane know that her books are very erotic and sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I enjoyed this book, I couldn’t put it down!. By chapter four I was cheering for characters Yardley and Rayne and hoping that they would find true love and each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By the end of the book I was faced with an intriguing question…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Is it REALLY better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I mean TRUE LOVE! Meeting the person that you’ve dreamed about since you saw your first fairy tale, the knight on a white horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One thing I truly appreciate about this book is the fact that Zane didn’t sugar coat the fact that sometimes your TRUE LOVE may come with baggage. SHE may have commitment and trust issues or HE may have psycho ex-girlfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But if your heart tells you “This is the one!” sometimes we have to just listen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112700424970308631?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112700424970308631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112700424970308631' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112700424970308631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112700424970308631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/09/afterburn-zane.html' title='Afterburn :: Zane'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112672290693908760</id><published>2005-09-14T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:36:26.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Diva :: Poetry Collection (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was a happy night for me; I found some of my old poetry. I used to write all the time, if I wasn’t reading I was writing (this was before the days of blogs). I read someone’s blog the other day and I thought&lt;i style=""&gt; “ I remember when I wrote a poem about that”&lt;/i&gt; . So when I got home from work I was dead set on trying to find it. Which I did, and I found a shit load of other poems I wrote too. So I wanted to share.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, Don’t hate me because I love myself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see it has been a long hard process to get to this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There’s been so much wasted time putting other people in charge of my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for happiness and love in every face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXCEPT the one staring at me in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then one day ..As I stood in front of my mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw myself and my inner beauty and I said…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a beautiful black woman and I love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at those eyes, those lips, those thighs, those hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am truly a beautiful black woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am intelligent, honest, dedicated and loyal…and I love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you see it was a long hard process to get to this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Up to this point I was allowing society to control my mentality and I allowed society to brainwash me into thinking that I was not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Societies definition of beauty did not include me&lt;br /&gt;My hips are too big, my breasts are too large, my legs are too slinky, and my hair is too kinky&lt;br /&gt;So believe me when I tell you it was a process to get to this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Don’t hate me because I love myself….&lt;br /&gt;I am a beautiful black woman&lt;br /&gt;And I am not ashamed to say it, sing it, write it, or speak it&lt;br /&gt;Trust me…It’s been a long hard process to get to this point&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t hate me…start loving yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Peace &amp; Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Angela Yvonne © August 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112672290693908760?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112672290693908760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112672290693908760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112672290693908760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112672290693908760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/09/lyrics-diva-poetry-collection-part-1.html' title='Lyrics Diva :: Poetry Collection (part 1)'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112657179808246001</id><published>2005-09-11T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:39:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 11, 2001 :: When I was PROUD to be American</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/nw_911_4yr_310tease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/nw_911_4yr_310tease.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even in the wake of Hurricane Katrina and the devastation that the event caused our southern states, I wanted to take a minute and remember the time that I was proud to be an American and the fact that I am a BLACK American made absolutely no difference.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 11, 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The days after Sept 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; we heard stories of courage, love, unity and sacrifice and I was so proud to be an American. I am STILL proud to be an American, BUT the days following Hurricane Katrina -a time for us to bond together as Americans - I don’t get that warm fuzzy patriotic feeling anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112657179808246001?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112657179808246001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112657179808246001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112657179808246001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112657179808246001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-11-2001-when-i-was-proud-to-be.html' title='Sept 11, 2001 :: When I was PROUD to be American'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112605146937523284</id><published>2005-09-06T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:53:19.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina :: Pictures that moved me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/Katina.PICS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/400/Katina.PICS2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Most of us probably have spent most of the week watching CNN and seeing pictures of the devastation that Hurricane Katrina has caused. Here are a few of the pictures that moved me to tears, so I wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112605146937523284?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112605146937523284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112605146937523284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112605146937523284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112605146937523284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina-pictures-that-moved.html' title='Hurricane Katrina :: Pictures that moved me.'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112593120946092988</id><published>2005-09-05T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:41:44.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina:: Real shit VS Bull shit (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/help.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The devastation in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has had me speechless.&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Each day I find it increasingly difficult to even watch the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wonder how this shit could happen in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;! How could our “President” allow the bodies of American citizens to lie around the streets as if they were pieces of shit!!! Are you fuckin’ blind? I turned off my CNN text breaking news alerts because each alert confused me more than the next…here was my last 2 text alerts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;First I receive…….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;AP: Army Corps of Engineers says police killed some of its workers as they crossed a bridge on the way to repair a canal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Then immediately after that I received…….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;AP: Army Corps of Engineers says its contractors were not killed by police, but gunmen who fired at them were killed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Less than 4 hrs after I received these CNN alerts the complete stories were no where to be seen on CNN.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I am confused! Was it the Engineers that were killed or was it the gunmen that were killed? Who were these gunmen? I truly have to question the integrity of the type of news that I received from US news media so I went to the BBC (international news tends to be a tad more truthful), and I found the story headline:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4214232.stm"&gt;US police in the hurricane-stricken city of New Orleans have shot eight people, reportedly killing five, as a massive rescue effort continues.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Clearly the events in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; are despicable and it gives a very clear view to me how our current administration not only views blacks BUT how they view our lower to middle class US CITIZENS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I haven’t heard shit from the Democrat representatives that we have put in office to support out views ((not a damn thing)) and if they say anything now all I can say is TOO FUCKIN LATE! Next election year it looks like I may have to take a closer look at our Independent candidate!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112593120946092988?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112593120946092988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112593120946092988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112593120946092988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112593120946092988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina-real-shit-vs-bull.html' title='Hurricane Katrina:: Real shit VS Bull shit (Part 1)'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112533609742379741</id><published>2005-08-29T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:22:44.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Father, Our Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/Father-and-Son--B100179432.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/Father-and-Son--B10017943.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My son started high school today! So after my ex-hubby dropped him off at school he decided to call me at work and give me the “blow by blow” of this morning’s activities. As he started to explain how mature and well prepared DaSon was for his first…he started to cry. He said….”You have done such a great job raising him….I appreciate you so much for sending him to live with me, so that I could have the opportunity to be a good father”. Then I started to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He went on to explain how his friends would comment on how it much it must be a “burden” to suddenly be responsible for raising a teenage son, he explained to them how, “…it’s not a BURDEN, it’s a HONOR”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is not a dig on single mothers (you do what you do because you have to...trust me I was there), BUT if you are raising a son please find it in your heart to allow his father to BE A FATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It’s not about child support checks or what ever bullshit drama that happened between the two of you, it’s about allowing a teenage boy and a young father to become men, REAL men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112533609742379741?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112533609742379741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112533609742379741' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112533609742379741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112533609742379741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/08/his-father-our-son.html' title='His Father, Our Son'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112429210674699676</id><published>2005-08-17T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:34:19.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as a "Strong Black Women"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/RealLivesOfStrongBlackWomenMed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/RealLivesOfStrongBlackWomenMed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I started reading a book this weekend called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.barbarasbookstore.com/Books/R/RealLivesOfStrongBlackWomen.htm"&gt;The Real Lives of a Strong Black Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. The first few chapters had me very intrigued, mainly because I could see myself in some of the women interviewed. I’ve always considered myself to be a “Strong Black Woman”, when I was married; I worked full-time, went to school full-time AND took care of my family full time! (During that time my husband’s household contributions were his paycheck and the PlayStation). But that wasn’t always the case, when my husband I first married and I had my son, I was a “stay at home” mom. For about 2 years my only job was to take care of my son, my husband, and my home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My husband loved it! I often look back at my marriage and I try to pin-point the exact moment it all fell apart…and it was right around the time I became a “Strong Black Woman”. It was when I went back to school, when I got a job that paid more than him, when I wanted him to start taking on more household responsibilities. I was doing it all and my husband didn’t feel needed anymore. The only thing he could do was start to tear me down, mentally, and soon we separated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As times passes and I continue to excel mentally, professionally, and spiritually, I will only become a Stronger Black Woman and all I can say to my brothas is……..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;CATCH UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112429210674699676?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112429210674699676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112429210674699676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112429210674699676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112429210674699676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-life-as-strong-black-women.html' title='My Life as a &quot;Strong Black Women&quot;'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112393994286145735</id><published>2005-08-13T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:36:38.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>always a bridesmaid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/dress11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/dress11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In October I will be in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to be in my homegirl's wedding, she has been planning this wedding for over a year and the time is almost near. Now this is my third wedding that I’ve been in BUT this is the first wedding I’ve been in at my current size. I used to average a size 12-14 now I am a size 16-18 and what a difference a few dress sizes make. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She sent me to David’s Bridal in Gwinnett to try on the dress style number she selected. I get to the store ask for dress number XXXX in a size 18….I get in the room and the dress REFUSES to go pass my breasts (38DD) the salesgirl comes in the room and says…..”You look like u are a size 24!!” … BITCH! I am a size 18 …. She goes on to explain that the sizes tend to run very small…WTF!! Then she comes back and says…”Sorry we are sold out of size 24!” So I call the Puerto Rican Princess Bride in NY and tell her about the dress. She says her sister had the same problem and she was thinking about selecting a new dress. So dress #2 worked out much better…in this dress I was a size 20 and there was a scarf for the arms…cool. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/dress2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I don’t understand is this….If the average size of women is a size 12, why are designers basing their average dress sizes on women that are a size 8? WTF???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112393994286145735?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112393994286145735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112393994286145735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112393994286145735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112393994286145735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/08/always-bridesmaid.html' title='always a bridesmaid...'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112352521456423416</id><published>2005-08-08T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:32:10.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarianism Defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Over the pass few weeks I’ve been exploring becoming a vegetarian as part on my mission for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_uhsista_archive.html"&gt;Healthy Living 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. But with me being ME, I couldn’t just jump into it without doing some research first….and let me just say….I am 10 times more confused than ever. There’s your … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;©&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vegans::&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excludes animal flesh (meat, poultry, fish and seafood), animal products (eggs and dairy), and usually excludes honey and the wearing and use of animal products (leather, silk, wool, lanolin, gelatin...). The major vegan societies all disallow honey, but some "vegans" still use it. Some "vegans" also refuse to eat yeast products.&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(( Let’s see, if I choose this option it’s bye-bye to my COACH purse collection, half my clothes, and all my leather shoes…as Whitney would say “ Hell to the Naw!”))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;©&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vegetarian ::&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; usually broken down further into OVO-LACTO, and LACTO. Vegetarians may or may not try and minimize their non food use of animals like vegans.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ovo-Lacto Vegetarian&lt;/b&gt;: same as VEGAN, but also eats eggs and milk products.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lacto Vegetarian&lt;/b&gt;: Same as VEGAN, but also eats milk products.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;((if i choose these options its bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;-bye to all my favorites ; Crab legs, sushi, catfish, salmon, shrimp, and lobster. “Hell to the Naw!”))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;©&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Semi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;-Vegetarians OR Pesco-Vegetarians :: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;eats fish, dairy products, and eggs along with plant foods. NO chicken and NO red meat NO pork.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((looks like we have a winner))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wow, so much to remember, so many rules, what do I choose? I am not against killing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a cow or a chicken ( I honestly could care less). So in an attempt to embrace a healthy eating habit that fits into MY lifestyle I am going to &lt;i style=""&gt;attempt &lt;/i&gt;to live as a Semi-Vegetarian or Pesco Vegetarian, I plan to say good-bye to red meat and chicken BUT I will continue to eat fish, eggs, and dairy products. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112352521456423416?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112352521456423416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112352521456423416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112352521456423416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112352521456423416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/08/vegetarianism-defined.html' title='Vegetarianism Defined'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112316573212000378</id><published>2005-08-04T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:35:21.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddhism is NOT a cult....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do I get so offended when someone “assumes” that everyone should be Christian? Because only Christians are arrogant enough to think that everyone should be Christian! Ok let me correct myself…not ALL Christians. Just the ones that have “sinned” all of their lives, spend Friday and Saturday nights drinking, whoring around town, then it takes all the strength they have to drag their hung-over ass out of bed on Sunday to go to Church! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then they have the audacity to tell me I would have a better life if I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior! Please don’t get me wrong I don’t want to offend anyone that is Christian (Hell, all of my best friends are Christian). But I get really upset when I run across a Christian that feels it’s his/her duty to “convert” me from Buddhism to Christianity. Like Buddhism is some sort of cult.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t try to force feed my religion to anyone BUT I do make it a point to make sure people know that I am not Christian. I do that for a few reasons…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so people that may be interested in Buddhism and would like additional information about it know that they can come to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so that I don’t receive those annoying Jesus Christ Superstar emails.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so people know that, YES, there are Black Buddhist. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everyone finds a spiritual path that is perfect for them. For some it’s Islam, others Christianity, for me it’s Buddhism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not perfect and yes there are days that I come to work and forget my Buddha-Nature in the car. I am still a spiritual work in progress, but with Buddhism I have a spiritual foundation that truly puts me at peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So my friends, when your stress level is high, and you are at your wits end, take 5 minutes and chant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sgi-usa.org/thesgiusa/newmembers/QandA/fqwords.htm"&gt;Nam-myoho-renge-kyo,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; when I chant this phrase it affects me in countless positive ways, from the very core of my life. It might just so the same for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112316573212000378?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112316573212000378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112316573212000378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/08/buddhism-is-not-cult.html' title='Buddhism is NOT a cult....'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112284986365511655</id><published>2005-07-31T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T18:46:52.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LEO's Party in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/g_051.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/g_05.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great! The LEO BIRTHDAY PARTY was hella fun! I have to admit, at first I was nervous. I didn’t think my home owner’s association could handle our clubhouse and pool area filled with close to 100 black folks, but everything went over far more classy than when they have the white folks in the clubhouse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was just one “incident”, some balloons were let loose and they got caught in the vaulted ceiling fan…I was afraid my homegirl may not receive her full &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deposit back because of it…BUT they went and rented a 10ft ladder and we removed the balloons today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if anyone is looking for a cool place to have a classy party in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chastain&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; area, you are welcome to rent my condo’s clubhouse. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stay tuned for party information for us SEXY SCORPIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112284986365511655?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112284986365511655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112284986365511655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112284986365511655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112284986365511655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/leos-party-in-review.html' title='LEO&apos;s Party in Review'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112244503796801222</id><published>2005-07-27T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:22:23.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Review :: Café Dupri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend while hanging out with my “Sisters from another mother”, we  had our monthly Sunday Brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.cafedupriatl.com/"&gt;Jermaine Dupri new “restaurant” Café Dupri.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before I fire off about what I hated about the restaurant let me first say that I enjoyed the FOOD. Unlike Justin’s (where I thought both the food and service were horrible) the food at Café Dupri was pretty good. There were about 15 of us (yeah that’s how we roll…lol) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some of us opted for breakfast, while the rest of use opted for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the Steak Burger with Garlic Mashed Potatoes (Mmmmmm good). One of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my “sisters” had the turkey burger which she also enjoyed. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, let’s talk about what I didn’t like….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      service SUCKED! We had two waitresses that were twins and there wasn’t a personality      between the two of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was      only 2:00 PM but they acted like they had just worked a 12 hr shift.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;No ambiance! The walls were drab, the tables were plain, the light was bright (like at a hospital). It looked like a cafeteria. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ventilation!      The kitchen filled the dining area with smoke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t wait to get outside into the      HOT &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;      weather just so that I could have some fresh air.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I return to Café Dupri? Yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I know now what to expect. Good Food…Bad Service…The same ambiance as a Waffle House ….and bring an oxygen tank. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112244503796801222?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112244503796801222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112244503796801222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112244503796801222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112244503796801222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/restaurant-review-caf-dupri.html' title='Restaurant Review :: Café Dupri'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112182550186985295</id><published>2005-07-18T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:03:32.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here cums da judge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/mathis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/400/mathis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I wanted to say is that.....&lt;br /&gt;I think Judge Greg Mathis is SEXY as hell!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112182550186985295?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112182550186985295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112182550186985295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112182550186985295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112182550186985295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-cums-da-judge.html' title='Here cums da judge...'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112152232384006301</id><published>2005-07-16T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:58:43.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT u have WHEN u have it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My handsome, wonderful, awesome son is here for two weeks. DaSon just got here yesterday and already I fear that two weeks just won’t be long enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is at least 3 inches taller than me (and that I without the 2 inch afro) and so handsome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts high school next year, my ex-hubby and I were commenting to each other how amazing it is that WE are parents of a high schooler!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At dinner last night DaSon made a comment about being the only child, he said that sometimes he wishes he had a brother or sister BUT that his best friend (who is the youngest of three) always wishes he was the only child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that we always think the grass is greener on the other side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard for us to appreciate the things that we have….WHEN we have them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead we waste our time and energy wanting what someone else has. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funny, as I was sitting there explaining to my son how fortunate he is and how he should appreciate what he has…I totally missed that fact that we “grown-ups” are just as bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t appreciate the friends we have, family we have, the car we drive, the home we live in. We tend to think that our mission in life is to always have something better OR to have what our neighbor has.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the truth is….the grass is NOT always greener on the other side, so love what u have – when u have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112152232384006301?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112152232384006301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112152232384006301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112152232384006301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112152232384006301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-u-have-when-u-have-it.html' title='WHAT u have WHEN u have it'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112131645520383975</id><published>2005-07-14T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:52:01.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a teenage asshole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/yang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/200/yang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am going to be a coherent as possible, I am blogging at 12:30 am after 3 glasses of vodka and cranberry juice (with far more vodka than juice).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My son will be here on Friday morning (5:00 am) for his 2week summer vacation. Now those who know me know that I sent my son to live with his father in January, 2005. It wasn’t a surprise; we agreed at separation that he would live with his father when he turned 14 yrs old. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My world revolved around my son for 10 yrs as a single mom and to be honest I didn’t think I could handle life without JTB. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now lucky for me my ex hubby and I get along fairly well, our primary arguments are over money BUT when it comes to our son, disciple and education – we usually agree.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I don’t know who is reading this blog, If u are a parent of a teenager then u understand what I am about to ask…..DO U FIND IT HARDER AND HARDER TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR TEENAGER?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am trying to think back to when I was a teenager…Did I hate it when my Mom asked me a simple question like “How was your day?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was I offended when my Mom asked me “Who was that on the phone?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And a simple answer to that question was…YES.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I was a teenage asshole, now my son is following in my footsteps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I read a blog today about the Karma u create for yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I look at my son and his general attitude to his father and I, all I can do is think about the teenager I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now don’t think for one second that negative Karma can not be changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when JTB arrives on Friday my mission is to change not only my Karma in dealing with him…BUT to get him to open his heart and mind to changing his own Karma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not want to be the mother of a teenage asshole like my mother was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112131645520383975?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112131645520383975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112131645520383975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112131645520383975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112131645520383975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-teenage-asshole.html' title='I was a teenage asshole...'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112111569243746035</id><published>2005-07-11T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:01:32.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MY Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last post about my friend Najee Ali had me thinking about how different my life is here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt; than it was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; I was an activist and a poet. My life was very different. I was either, coordinating press conferences, working at my son’s school, working on a political campaign (I am glad to see Antonio Villarosa win this year) or up late playing chess in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leimert&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or at Magic Johnson’s Starbucks. I hardly ever saw a “club” or even went “clubbin”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I’ve moved to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I am surprised to see how selfish and self-centered I’ve become.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My weekends in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leimert&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (a neighborhood in South Central Los Angles) were spent doing something for that community (which I loved).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My weekends here are spent shopping, eating, clubbing, and then shopping again. I was supposed to evolve… Instead I’ve digressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it’s time for a change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am currently looking for new volunteer projects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s time that I starting embracing &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt; as MY community, Like I did with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leimert&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112111569243746035?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112111569243746035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112111569243746035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112111569243746035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112111569243746035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-my-community.html' title='This is MY Community'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112092033615960580</id><published>2005-07-09T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:47:00.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The friends u love to hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/1600/kabc_022404_ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2255/691/320/kabc_022404_ali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It appears as though I haven’t blogged anything of substance for a few weeks. There is so much going on it’s hard to know where to start. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other night I got a late night call from my mother in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. She called to tell me that my old &lt;a href="http://www.dailybreeze.com/news/regstate/articles/1662197.html"&gt;next door neighbor and friend was arrested for protesting a racist stamp that is being used in Mexico&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I wasn’t surprised that he was arrested that’s one of the downfalls of his position in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Community Activist. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I first met Najee Ali I thought he was a pathetic little man on disability, no car, fresh out of jail, always coming to my house to borrow food. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I even disagreed with him on a lot of the issues that he protested. But I still assisted him with organizing protest and press conferences. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was always rude and mean to Najee but he always kept coming over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon after I met Najee, I lost my job. My boyfriend at the time was supporting me as much as he could but I soon fell into a deep deep depression. I am sure my family was unaware of this BUT I turned to getting drunk every night. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was soon harder and harder for me to get my ass up in the morning to take my son to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One morning there was banging on my gate….constant banging. My son eventually got up to get the door, it was Najee. He says to my son “how come you are not in school?” and my son replies “Mama didn’t take me……” Najee then says “get dressed; I am taking you to school!” He takes J to school then comes back…..”Get yo ass up!!” he yells. To which I reply, “Get the fuck out!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lot of people have negative things to say about Najee Ali. He stays in the news in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for one reason or another good and bad. But although I may not always agree with him, he will always be my friend. For 3 years, he was my rock, my babysitter, my maintenance man, my bank, my neighbor and my teacher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112092033615960580?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112092033615960580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112092033615960580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112092033615960580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112092033615960580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends-u-love-to-hate.html' title='The friends u love to hate'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-112052415790936817</id><published>2005-07-04T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:42:37.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3430/640/foxybrown1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/106/3430/400/foxybrown.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-112052415790936817?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/112052415790936817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=112052415790936817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112052415790936817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/112052415790936817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-i-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111973677345580616</id><published>2005-06-25T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:45:14.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shirley Finney / Carmine “Big Ragu” Ragusa  Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I am watching an old episode of &lt;i style=""&gt;Lavern &amp; Shirley&lt;/i&gt; and this question pops in my head…Exactly what are Shirley Finney and Carmine Ragusa to each other? Are they just dating, do they have an open relationship, are they “friends with benefits”? In the entire run of this series their relationship was never defined. Shirley would openly date other men and Carmine would date other women yet they would kiss and make-out like they lusted after each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet oddly enough their friendship survived (at least in TV Land).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I am taking any lessons on dating from old episodes of &lt;i style=""&gt;Lavern &amp;amp; Shirley, &lt;/i&gt;I just thought it was amusing that as I sit here and analyze my own dating habits and issues with commitment, that I never noticed that the original “friends with benefits theory” was based on the “Shirley Finney / Carmine “Big Ragu” Ragusa &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Theory”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111973677345580616?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111973677345580616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111973677345580616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111973677345580616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111973677345580616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/06/shirley-finney-carmine-big-ragu-ragusa.html' title='The Shirley Finney / Carmine “Big Ragu” Ragusa  Theory'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111957694170424060</id><published>2005-06-23T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:43:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not such a mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My ex-husband is also my best friend at times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I get paid the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of the month but I      am broke by the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sometimes I REALLY don’t feel like going out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The last time I was sloppy drunk was at the      SkyBar in the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Staple&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los        Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My father is a drug-addict with no address.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My brother is my mother’s favorite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My brother is MY favorite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Talking on the phone with my teenage son is like      pulling teeth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My molester died last year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My mother belittles me every chance she gets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I fear that if my Grandmother dies I may fall      apart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I moved from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:city&gt;      to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;      to get away from my family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I enjoy being alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I ran away from home when I was a teenage 2 times. One time I was gone for almost a month the other time I was gone 2 weeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I moved out on my own when I was still in High      School.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wear granny panties.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wish my brother would date black women. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t believe in heaven or hell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve been shot at more times than I can count. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve never been arrested but I have been “detained”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s the little things that piss me off most.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a teddy bear that I’ve had all my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I used to drive expensive cars that I couldn’t      afford gas for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I spent $100 for a bottle of wine and never had      an occasion nice enough to drink it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The longest I’ve gone without sex is 3mths.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I used to be a popular poet in Los Angeles and we      even recorded a CD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I used to play chess for money in Leimert Park.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My son has a better chess strategy than I.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I never finish what I start…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111957694170424060?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111957694170424060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111957694170424060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111957694170424060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111957694170424060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-not-such-mystery.html' title='I am not such a mystery'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111820016473671030</id><published>2005-06-07T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:32:55.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Pitt and Africa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am watching Brad Pitt on Primetime Live. I must admit I was looking forward to this program because (dare I say it) I am a big fan of Brad Pitt and he’s given very few personal interviews.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I tune in expecting to hear dirt on Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie but instead I am educated on hunger and illness in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and other parts of Africa - and how little it would take for the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to send aid to the African countries. Brad Pitt says he became involved with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and their plite while meeting with U2 front man Bono and his organization &lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/"&gt;(http://www.makepovertyhistory.org&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How much does the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; actually contribute to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Less than 1%.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brad Pitt commented that if sharing tad bits of his life sheds any media attention on the needs required in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; then so be it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I thought how cute, he really thinks he can change the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thinking of current Bush administration…He even gives out a website for us to contact the president to motivate a change…. BUT WAIT…within minutes of the airing of the Primetime Live story I log onto CNN and I see the headline &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/06/07/bush.blair.africa/index.html"&gt;Bush, Blair push African debt relief &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/06/07/bush.blair.africa/index.html"&gt; President pledges additional &lt;i style=""&gt;$674 million for humanitarian aid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am speechless. I am confused and perplexed. Did Brad Pitt actually motivate a change in our selfish, self righteous Bush administration? WTF???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111820016473671030?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111820016473671030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111820016473671030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111820016473671030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111820016473671030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/06/brad-pitt-and-africa.html' title='Brad Pitt and Africa?'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111765898765437202</id><published>2005-06-01T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:30:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexicans to receive Reparations!! GOOD FOR THEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The discussion of the day in one of my groups was the Bill recently passed in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for Mexican-Americans to receive reparations for being mistakenly deported between 1929-1944. &lt;a href="http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2005/5/27/90650.shtml"&gt;READ ARTICLE HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I was somewhat surprised to hear some of the remarks from the discussion about Mexicans taking this and Mexicans taking that Mexican not learning English etc…etc….(NOTE:: Some of the deported were AMERICAN citizens deported for having a Mexican name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But one person did make a good point by mentioning that the Republican administration is bending over backwards for the Latin race as a ploy for the Mexican votes….Based on their comment I wanted to blog my reply:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;That's a good observation...But ask yourself this question...when Democrats had political power why didn't they think of that. Wow, didn't we learn anything from the movie CRASH?&lt;br /&gt;Here is the awful truth as UhSista sees it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We blacks should have united with the Mexican population a time long ago. Instead we hopped on the white man's band wagon, accused them of stealing our jobs and our welfare. When the fact is the jobs they took WE didn't want...maid, day laborer, gardener, cook, or bus boy. And the welfare they offered we had too much pride to ask for OR were too lazy to obtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why are we blacks complaining about them receiving something that we couldn't organize ourselves to obtain. They received reparations and an apology. Good For Them!! Blacks are so busy telling whites we don't want shit from them...so that's what we got...SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I lived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I was president of my son's school parent organization. When we had parent meetings.......2 black parents would show up and 25 Mexican parents (mothers AND fathers) for a school that was majority black THAT was embarrassing. Mexican parents were raising children that knew better English than them...they were working 2-3 jobs, trying to learn English AND still making it to the parent meetings just so that they could understand what their kids were bringing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The average Latino household in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los   Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has 2.5 families living together. Why...to save expenses. Black children are too busy trying escape home by 17 and black parents are too busy trying to teach our kids tough love sending them into the streets by 17 when we know they aren't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why don't YOU learn Spanish? It won't hurt. When Maria or Julio learn English (and they will) they will become more marketable than you...being bilingual is a plus in today's diverse job market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have love for my people....BUT let the truth be know if we united enough to do our simple duty as US Citizens and VOTE we would have an administration in office that will look over OUR needs and OUR agendas. Black ministers convincing their congregation to vote Republican...because of the republican&lt;/i&gt; moral agenda...well u get what u pay for. &lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb"," \r\n \r\nPeace, Angee",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111765898765437202?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111765898765437202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111765898765437202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111765898765437202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111765898765437202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/06/mexicans-to-receive-reparations-good.html' title='Mexicans to receive Reparations!! GOOD FOR THEM!'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111706167449578857</id><published>2005-05-25T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:54:34.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 30 &amp; Single: A Black Man's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;I just read an article recently about the male’s perspective of being over 30 and single (&lt;a href="http://eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=20508"&gt;Over 30 &amp; Single: A Black Man's Perspective&lt;/a&gt;). Now he mentioned in this article that if a person says that they are happy being single then they are lying, he compared it to when people say they are happy without money, they can survive without it BUT they are certainly happier when they have it. He goes to mention the “myth” that most black men crave plentiful casual sex or multiple detached affairs with the flesh of beautiful women. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Since I’ve recently entered the dating world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This article was refreshing and it gave me hope. I know I am guilty for saying in the past I much happier I am being single (of course that was after 10 years of marriage), but when I am ready to settle down again, I know - there will be someone out there for me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am not going to give up on my brothas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111706167449578857?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111706167449578857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111706167449578857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111706167449578857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111706167449578857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/05/over-30-single-black-mans-perspective.html' title='Over 30 &amp; Single: A Black Man&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111664449072528698</id><published>2005-05-20T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:33:53.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of the Convicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;What the hell is our government up to now? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It appears as though on May 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; they &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;raised the bounty on &lt;a href="http://www.assatashakur.org/"&gt;Assata Shakur&lt;/a&gt; from $150,000 to $1,000,000 You say u don’t know who she is…(naw she’s not Tupac’s mom) well let me tell u; &lt;a href="http://www.assatashakur.org/"&gt;Assata Shakur&lt;/a&gt; is a former Black Panther and on May 2, 1972 her and 2 friends were pulled over for a broken tail light on the New Jersey Turnpike---long story short—The end result of that simple traffic stop resulted in the death of one on the car’s passengers and a police officer. Shakur was shot and she was arrested. At trial, three doctors testified that the first gunshot shattered her clavicle and the second shattered a nerve in her right hand. That testimony proved that she was sitting with her hands raised when she was fired on by police. Further testimony proved that no gun residue was found on either of her hands, nor were her finger prints found on any of the weapons located at the scene, so she never fired a weapon. But she was convicted by all-WHITE jury and sentence to life in prison---But after serving 6 years, with the help of her friends, Shakur escaped and is now living in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; under political asylum. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In 1972 I was fairly new on this earth---but I know enough about the 70’s to know that if you were a Black Panther during that time the FBI was going to watch your ass like a hawk and wait for an opportunity to jail you. Interesting that same theory applies in 2005. NOTE the 2004 conviction rate. Hummmmm white folks are committing the most crimes BUT blacks and Hispanics have a higher probability of being convicted (much higher…).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 326pt; margin-left: 4.65pt; border-collapse: collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="435"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 96pt; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="128"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.5in; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="144"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Count&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 122pt; height: 12.75pt;" num="" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Conviction &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rate(based  per 1000)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 96pt; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="128"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;White&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.5in; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="144"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;317,400&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 122pt; height: 12.75pt;" num="" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;160&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 96pt; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="128"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.5in; height: 12.75pt;" num="275400" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="144"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;275,400&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 122pt; height: 12.75pt;" num="" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;765&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 96pt; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="128"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Hispanic/Latino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.5in; height: 12.75pt;" num="108300" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="144"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;108,300&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 122pt; height: 12.75pt;" num="" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;262&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 96pt; height: 12.75pt;" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="128"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.5in; height: 12.75pt;" num="12900" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="144"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;12,900&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 122pt; height: 12.75pt;" num="" nowrap="nowrap" valign="bottom" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;88&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="doj"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:9;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="doj"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;U.S. Department of Justice · Office of Justice Programs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Statistics like this make me wonder just how many bothers and sisters ---Like Assata Shakur was --- are sitting in jail innocent, and unlike &lt;a href="http://www.assatashakur.org/"&gt;Assata Shakur&lt;/a&gt; they don’t have the blanket of political asylum to protect them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stay up &lt;a href="http://www.assatashakur.org/poem5.htm"&gt;YoungBloods!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111664449072528698?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111664449072528698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111664449072528698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111664449072528698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111664449072528698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-honor-of-convicted.html' title='In Honor of the Convicted'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111608060867044205</id><published>2005-05-14T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:53:03.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's that BLACK bride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;I’ve discussed this topic several times with my friends, but in a since sharing this info with them would be like "preaching to the choir". In recent news the media has been obsessed with covering stories of the "Runaway WHITE Bride" and the missing WHITE children. In a discussion with my INTELLECTUAL friends we've come to the conclusion that white media simply doesn’t care about missing BLACK brides or missing BLACK children because they simply can’t relate. When they hear stories of WHITE missing people they are involved because it could be THEIR sister, wife, and child. Equality my ass! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I&lt;/o:p&gt;n this editorial written by &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/opinion/content/opinion/tucker/2005/050805.html"&gt;Cynthia Tucker for the Ajc&lt;/a&gt; – Ms. Tucker addresses what she calls the media “black out”. She sites a similar situation last year where &lt;span class="body"&gt;Stacy-Ann Sappleton disappears in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; only days before her wedding. Her fiancé tried frantically to get the media involved with her search – no dice. She was missing 3 days before her body was found in a NY dumpster. THEN (and only then) the media wanted to speak to the family about their lose. Let’s just say the fiancé at that point was like – fuck you – you didn’t what to speak to me when there was hope that she could be alive so why speak with me now that she’s dead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This reminds me of the closing argument from the movie &lt;i style=""&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;/i&gt;, as the lawyer describes the gruesome acts committed on this child to an all white jury – imagine a child being raped, beaten, her mangled body tied to the back of a pick up truck and dragged through a wooded field, her body then tied to a tree and left for dead….can u see her? Now imagine her WHITE. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My message to all media … before u deny to cover the next missing BLACK bride or child take a moment and imagine her being WHITE. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Visit the &lt;a href="http://www.omega7.com/html/MissingKids.html"&gt;Omega 7 website&lt;/a&gt; and support in their fight for missing African American adults and children. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Peace, UhSista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111608060867044205?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111608060867044205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111608060867044205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111608060867044205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111608060867044205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/05/wheres-that-black-bride.html' title='Where&apos;s that BLACK bride?'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111574493627328950</id><published>2005-03-20T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:27:09.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Single 2005</title><content type='html'>I find it very interesting that men find it hard to understand when a woman says she is HAPPY (yes...happy) being single. After 2 long term relationships with co-dependent men, at 35 - I am finally happy living single. I enjoy my dates with very nice and educated men, and I enjoy my quite and private nights alone. I enjoy my own company and that's why I am good company to be around. My message to the co-dependent women out their looking for a co-dependent man to fill a void in her life...Enjoy being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why settle for the company of ONE man when you can enjoy the company of many.  Men live by that philosophy all the time ---&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111574493627328950?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111574493627328950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111574493627328950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574493627328950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574493627328950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/03/living-single-2005.html' title='Living Single 2005'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111574479249789398</id><published>2005-02-04T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:22:50.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Living 2005</title><content type='html'>My cousin died last week. My cousin didn't have cancer, he wasn't shot, and he didn't die in a car accident. My cousin was fat! He weighed over 500 lbs at the time of his death. He has always been fat ... In fact in my hometown (Compton, CA) They called him "Big Ike". He was well known in our neighborhood not only for his massive size, but also for his massive heart. That was quite apparent when I attended his funeral service. There were people in balconies, and we had Crenshaw Blvd shut down as we made our way to the burial. But his massive heart in theory, just wasn't massive enough to continue to beat and on January 25, 2005, his heart simply stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I would say to him.."Ike if you don't lose that weight you are gonna die!" to which he would reply..."We are all gonna die Angee." But I can't help but think that my cousin never truly had an opportunity to live. His weight kept him from enjoying so much. He could not travel, he couldn't play with his kids, he couldn't go to restaurants, he couldn't ride rollercoasters, and in his final months of life he couldn't walk or even bathe himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death has prompted me to enter 2005 with a mission, a mission for healthily Living. Before I die I want to where a size 9 dress, be able to climb the stairs to my 3rd floor condo without breathing hard, and go to Aruba wearing a swimsuit that doesn't make me look like a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my cousin and he will be missed, but if his death has motivated me and other members of my family to change the way they live and eat, then his death won't be in vane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Ike Pugh Jr. I love u cuz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111574479249789398?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111574479249789398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111574479249789398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574479249789398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574479249789398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/02/healthy-living-2005.html' title='Healthy Living 2005'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111574501297914759</id><published>2005-01-17T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:55:43.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dating...sex...friendship OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Wow...dating, love, sex is getting much harder in 2005 than it's ever been for me. I know that I am dating much more since DaSon has moved in with his father, but the drama is much more than I can handle. #1- I don't like putting myself out there when I am dating someone, it sucks and I just don't like doing it, that is why I make it a point to be as honest as possible. #2 How can anyone expect a woman to commit to a relationship after 3 dates? #3 What happend to the good ole days when "just sex" meant just that..."just sex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am partly to blame because the truth is I don't really know what I want. I knowI want to be loved...but I don't want to be hurt. I know I want to share my life...but I don't want to loose my space. I know I want a relationship ...but I also want my freedom. I was aruguing tonight with a guy I've been dating for a year, and he was like "You know how I feel for you but the only way I can make u believe me is if I move in". Now he knows How I feel about my space...YOU move in with ME.....are u kidding???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a selfish woman, I know that about myself. I feel sorry for the man that truly loves me. I am trying to change, but like a man caught in a woman's body, communication is very hard for me but honesty isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love, anGee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111574501297914759?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111574501297914759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111574501297914759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574501297914759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574501297914759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2005/01/datingsexfriendship-oh-my.html' title='dating...sex...friendship OH MY!'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12789869.post-111574487482918502</id><published>2004-12-15T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:25:36.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do U have roaches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I hate to have to go here but i will.....Bill Cosby is telling the truth! We are spending money on Roca wear and play stations on our kids that are failing school. We are making babies with men we KNOW won't be around to support us, and being forced to raise our sons and daughters without fathers. Men....if your babies mama asks you for $20 ...she's not not trying to use you...Brotha she is trying to feed your kid (s). Brothas...sending money for child support does NOT make you a parent! If we contiune to breed fatherless sons and welfare dependent daughters we will never overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get pissed off at what Mr. Cosby says then you must have seen yourself in his words...i know I did. If you know your kitchen has roaches don't be angry when someone tells you...Just grab a can of RAID and kill'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12789869-111574487482918502?l=uhsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/feeds/111574487482918502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12789869&amp;postID=111574487482918502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574487482918502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12789869/posts/default/111574487482918502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhsista.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-u-have-roaches.html' title='Do U have roaches?'/><author><name>UhSista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11483089159939375730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/44308045_c63a85b213_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
