<?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-4719559414236659081</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:47:36.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Literary Liberation of Summer G</title><subtitle type='html'>I AM the dictator in this society and it IS a pleasure for you to meet me. On this, the 8th day of May, 2007, I declare and decree that 
CENSORSHIP IS DEAD... Literary liberty reigneth on.
And oh yeah, this time the Revolution WILL BE TiVo'ed!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-761174863438773259</id><published>2008-02-15T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:40:13.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The EFF IT List: Valentine's Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF getting excited because a chick/dude called you YESTERDAY tryin to see you.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY EFF that nicca that text'd you TODAY tryin to see you. V-Day falls on February 14th EVERY DAMN YEAR and a nicca that cant plan ahead of time to spend today with you is probably using you as a back-up plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF responding to generic (mass) text messages wishing me a Happy V-Day with the overused, insincere "LOVE YOU" at the end. MF'er, USE MY NAME! Don't be sending me "sentimental" messages if you cant get like Beyonce and "SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAME!" Furthermore, phone calls are much more personal than texts… and WHATEVER HAPPENED TO LOVE LETTERS?! Am I not worth a 42 cent stamp????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF letting that lame-ass nicca ruin your v-day. SO WHAT yall had a fight. SO WHAT yall aint speakin today. Lemme tell you something and PLEASE don't be mad at me… BUT……&lt;br /&gt;IF A NICCA PICKS A FIGHT WITH YOU OVER SOME INSIGNIFICANT BULLSHIT WITHIN 72 HOURS OF V-DAY, THAT NICCA IS TRYIN TO DO SOMETHING/SOMEBODY ELSE TODAY! I promise you I'm right. NO ONE wants to spend V-Day alone and if you aint with him over some petty argument, KNOW that he is with someone. Sorry. BUT EFF THAT! Get out and get a drink with your damn self! Its enough singles out there that you can still have a dignified V-Day without being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF any and everybody who'se sleeping on The-Dream's cd. If you're having any kinda feelings about love, GO GET THIS CD. My personal faves are on my profile… "Nikki" and "I Love Your Girl". "FUUUKKKK THAT NICCAAAAAAAAA!" You have to download this cd… Support our artists… ITUNES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF the florist in my building who sells 2 dz BEAUTIFUL roses VERY SINGLE WEEK for $20, yet is selling 1 DZ for $25 today. I almost said something very offensive to him this morning… foreal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF the assumption that V-Day has to be a romantic holiday. I'm seriously considering take-out and catching up on The Wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF "throwing caution to the wind" and making irrational decisions today, "IN THE NAME OF LOVE". I WILL NOT eat senselessly at dinner tonite JUST BECAUSE its V-Day. I WILL NOT spend today with someone JUST SO I CAN SAY I had a date. I WILL NOT jump face-first into this box of chocolates that someone gave me… I have worked TOO DAMN HARD on my diet to throw it all away. I WILL NOT reply to voicemails/emails/texts from niccas I KNOW aint about a damn thing JUST BECAUSE they are getting the love bug…. You were a loser on Feb 13th and you'll be one on the 15th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF finding out about a possible "MAYBE BABY". WTF kind of V-Day gift is that????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF over-indulging on cocktail and champagne too. Its not good for the waistline so WATCH OUT TONITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF giving someone an "instruction manual" on how to be a good lover. Nicca either you GOT IT or you don't. I can only coach so much, I am NOT mf'ing Bobby Knight. Some things you just have to pick-up on your own. Watch some romantic movies… Listen to some Teddy P… Camp out on the "Romance" aisle in Barnes and Noble. They have TONS of books that you can read FOR FREE… just don't highlight anything or dog-ear the pages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF settling for dating someone who DOESN'T know how to satisfy you. I PROMISE you, that nicca KNOWS when he aint pleasin you… and if he aint making substantial efforts towards improvement, give his ass a bottle of Lubriderm and tell him HOLLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF patronizing the sex-shops today. IF you happen to be a lucky one and have a HOT DATE tonite, I challenge you to be creative and work with what you already have. Stretch your imagination and get open with your partner. BUT BE SAFE and I don't mean screw with a pistol under your pillow. I mean, practice safe sex. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EFF feeling sorry for youself if you don't have a date tonite. IN TRUTH, today is just another day of the year and its important to have someone who loves you as much on April 5th and August 23rd as they do on Feb 14th. So if you're single, well, maybe you'll meet someone special and get to designate another date as YOUR SPECIAL V-Day. WHO SAYS Valentines cant fall on October 10th???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-761174863438773259?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/761174863438773259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=761174863438773259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/761174863438773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/761174863438773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2008/02/eff-it-list-valentines-edition.html' title='The EFF IT List: Valentine&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8714959189858057619</id><published>2008-01-30T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:04:38.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexicans Dont Just Stock Vending Machines, Or Do They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R6ECahK5raI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3AbMDL2Ze1E/s1600-h/combo_snack_and_pop_vending_machine_53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161409302547246498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R6ECahK5raI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3AbMDL2Ze1E/s320/combo_snack_and_pop_vending_machine_53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I've never been a junk-food junkie or the vending machine stalker-type, so the fact that I REALLY cany indulge now doesnt bother me. But on a recent trip to the company breakroom, I found myself staring dreamily into the vending machine, gazing at the colorful packages with vivid images of tasty treats digitally enhanced on their facades. I was drinking a cup of tasteless water at the time... my third that day... and staring into the black-hole-of-caloric-bliss was helping me to down that cup and fill-up for my 4th before heading back to my desk. Well, as I stood there, styrofoam in-hand, I noticed something that never caught my attention before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fritos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doritos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CHEETOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it hit me! Might there have been a very POWERFUL ancestor of mine at PepsiCo (Frito-Lay) who named these products? Because I'm just saying... WTF is a DORITO? A FRITO? A CHEETO? So I took to the trusty-old Wikipedia for counsel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doritos (which, according to Frito-Lay, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spanish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_language"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; for "little bits of gold")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheetos were invented in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="San Antonio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Antonio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Texas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fritos" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; inventor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Charles Elmer Doolin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Charles_Elmer_Doolin&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles Elmer Doolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; along with a potato product called "Fritato".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, turns out this Doolin fella isnt my wetback ancester after all, but his inventions went on to become the most popular junk-foods consumer globally. He died in 1959 but his Frito Company merged with HW Lay Company to form Frito-Lay and then became acquired by Pepsi-Cola and is now under the global manufacturing company of Pepsi-Co. And I know you REALLY didnt care to know all that, but I thought it was a good story on living the American dream... one greasy, fattening chip at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay anyhooo~~~~~~~~ So I scanned the other items and really didnt notice other striking similarities between the other dispensibles besides "key terms" like "cheese flavored" and "less fat" or the every popular&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"20% MORE!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now I remember WHY I never liked buying my nutrition from a rectangular glass storage case. That AND because every 5th time I buy something, it vails to properly "VEND" and I'm forced to attempt rocking the machine to force my purchase to the bottom. WHY DONT the stockers of said machines TAKE THE TIME to ensure they are placing the packages at angles that allow (and cause) the product to clear the surface and succomb to gravitational pull? Like WHY isnt this Snicker's leaning slightly forward so it at least HAS A CHANCE to fall out, huh?????????? ANd of course they tell you to NOT rock the machine... "Could cause injury or death". Well uh, HELLO!?! &lt;strong&gt;I didnt know I was gonna have to risk my life over this $2.00 KIT-KAT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I digress. Its been a long day. Just thought I'd ramble on here for a change since I've been away. More eventful posts to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8714959189858057619?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8714959189858057619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8714959189858057619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8714959189858057619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8714959189858057619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2008/01/mexicans-dont-just-stock-vending.html' title='Mexicans Dont Just Stock Vending Machines, Or Do They?'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R6ECahK5raI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3AbMDL2Ze1E/s72-c/combo_snack_and_pop_vending_machine_53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8551600544854984597</id><published>2008-01-23T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:57:39.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Moment of Truth"... ARE YOU FREEKIN KIDDING ME!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R5f-bxK5rYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-qPq8UmhAD8/s1600-h/chicagotradition-tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871651185175938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R5f-bxK5rYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-qPq8UmhAD8/s320/chicagotradition-tin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot believe what I just spent the last 30 minutes watching. This is the STUPIDEST show I have EVER and i mean EVER seen! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE that arent smart enough to answer these dumb, 3rd-grade level questions honestly? I mean foreal, I WANT to be picked for this show... Hell, I'm forthright enough that i feel confident I can answer ANY and ALL of the questions they toss at me. Shoooot, I've actually developed my own "home version" of this game that me and Chris play all the time... its called "NEGRO, I HAVE CONCERNS..." and in my version, we take turns asking/answering very intimate, detail-oriented questions that often result in some hurt feelings and disappointment.... BUT it makes us stronger b/c our trust level rises each time we play. So yeah, I'd easily be $500 stacks richer.... EASILY. I need to holla at FOX to see about casting requirements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IN OTHER NEWS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently returned from Chicago last week for Chris' b-day. Me and Fe flew up for 4 days and had a blast! I was really REALLY sad as I sat on the tarmack waiting to depart. Chi is a lovely city and I really could relocate there... in the Spring/Summer months. lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BIG SHOUT OUT to Teej who hooked up the R&amp;amp;B... "PRECIATE YOU BOO!" and man... I got hooked on Garretts Popcorn during this trip so its safe to say I probably gained a pound or two from that unhealthy habit alone. For those that have never had Garrett Popcorn, ITS LIKE SUGARY CRACK!! Damn those Pringles, shooot... ONCE YOU POP, YOU CANT STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally got my MacBookPro... in fact, I think I got it a couple days after my last post. So basically, I've been exploring the functionality of the MACworld and getting very deep into learning ProTools at home. Its really a complex program and I'd all but avoid it (if possible)... I mean really... GARAGEBAND is JUST fine to me! I've learned that to a science! But now I'm trying to apply that skill to ProTools and its all very difficult. There's a class that a studio engineer offers that I'm gonna sign up for next month... Too much $$ has been invested for me to NOT conquer this beast. If anyone wants to cyber-tutor me, PLEASE DO! I need all the help I can get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then theres Photoshop CS3 that I am ALSO diving into headfirst. Today was the first day I actually cracked open this 550+ page book that breaks it all down. I'm thru to page 60 or something. So far so good! I have a goal to be proficient in Photoshop by March 1st. Why?!? Well, #1, because I love ALL forms of art and graphic design is just another medium for me to express my creativity. (As if I really NEED another avenue) So hopefully I'll be able to post some of my projects here for you to critique. HEY! My very first creation is the header above actually.... The big text in the white bar at the top! And I even did that BEFORE I cracked open a book... I just started pressing buttons randomly and NEXTHINGYOUKNOW, VOILA!! I had a dope looking header in JUST the right color scheme! YADONTSAAAAAYYY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***PAUSE FOR THE CAUSE HERE: TEEJ, if you are reading this, PLEASE have pity on me and ship me some FRESH Garretts.... Butter/Caramel please. The Cheese stains my fingers and I would order online but I was told it didnt taste the same. I LOVE YOU IN ADVANCE!!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOVING ALONG to something potentially interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know what? I'm thinking about a new post.... a "survey", if you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BRB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8551600544854984597?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8551600544854984597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8551600544854984597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8551600544854984597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8551600544854984597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-of-truth-are-you-freekin-kidding.html' title='&quot;The Moment of Truth&quot;... ARE YOU FREEKIN KIDDING ME!?!?!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/R5f-bxK5rYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-qPq8UmhAD8/s72-c/chicagotradition-tin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-2949635958502427582</id><published>2008-01-18T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:53:40.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise, I'ma Post this Weekend...</title><content type='html'>My FIRST step in getting back serious about my blog is that nifty header you see at the top.  I did that in Photoshop and I'm slowlybut surely learning the ins and outs of CS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT has happened since my last post and I will indeed update you before Monday.&lt;br /&gt;TGIFRIDAY YALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-2949635958502427582?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/2949635958502427582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=2949635958502427582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2949635958502427582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2949635958502427582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-promise-ima-post-this-weekend.html' title='I Promise, I&apos;ma Post this Weekend...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1119036211064128764</id><published>2007-12-10T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:55:12.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Haiku #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Text by Little Ears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chilly clouds hug my windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The First 48&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I know this was boring but thats the kind of weekend it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go figure... at least I got some much needed rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1119036211064128764?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1119036211064128764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1119036211064128764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1119036211064128764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1119036211064128764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekend-haiku-3.html' title='Weekend Haiku #3'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1751355435388275212</id><published>2007-12-10T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:26:01.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapping My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been quite a while since my last post. I'd gotten very VERY busy with trying to satisfy my writing deadlines and then hob-nobbing... overall, a very productive month its been. Dee and I penned a few HOT ONES and finished recording one joint that has great placement potential in the NEAR NEAR future. Excitement is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau is growing like a weed, man. He's housebroken now (praise GOD!) but I'm kinda hating it because the temperature has dropped and now I have to stand outside with him while he "handles his business" versus the previous solution of potty-pads indoors. Oh well. It had to happen. And last week, Jussy made me stop picking him up to descend the lobby stairs so that he could learn to go down on his own. AND HE DID! It took him about 10 minutes, but my smart little boy finally made it to the bottom. A few additional trips up and down for practice' sake and HE'S GOT IT NOW! His little confidence is soaring right now and he's DEFINITELY feelin' like a big boy. GO BEAU BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I volunteered at the Salvation Army Disaster/Christmas Center where they sort/collect donations and it was sooooo heartwarming. I worked with a sweet elderly, retired lady named Shirley and theh ours just flew by. All I kept thinking was, in lieu of accepting gifts this year, I'd rather people do something special for someone who is genuinely in NEED. I dont need anything (besides some recording equipment and a Mac Book Pro) so if someone isn't putting something on that, just be a blessing to someone else. I'm planning on volunteering during my time off closer to Christmas. It was just too fun to not do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make some calls... will holla back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1751355435388275212?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1751355435388275212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1751355435388275212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1751355435388275212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1751355435388275212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/12/kidnapping-my-thoughts.html' title='Kidnapping My Thoughts'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-2924002955211983882</id><published>2007-11-15T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:58:30.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSBREAK!! Solja Boy Infiltrates Nigeria, too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfEC6RfueE&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfEC6RfueE&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially MAD at this song. Before, I was just sick of hearing it. &lt;br /&gt;NOW I am concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-2924002955211983882?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/2924002955211983882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=2924002955211983882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2924002955211983882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2924002955211983882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/newsbreak-solja-boy-infiltrates-nigeria.html' title='NEWSBREAK!! Solja Boy Infiltrates Nigeria, too!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8940085773618790978</id><published>2007-11-13T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:50:03.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Previews &amp; Balancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:33 - &lt;em&gt;"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;and all these things shall be added unto you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 37:4 - &lt;em&gt;"Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until we make God priority, He's only going to keep giving us previews of blessings and prosperity. He's not going to give us the person-to-person love that we want until we acknowledge Him for all the LOVE that he's trying to be for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I dont know about yall, but I'm sick of previews and I'm going to try harder to be a better daughter to him... to my mother. A better Summer... a brighter light. In making this decision, I realize and accept that &lt;strong&gt;a lot around me has to change&lt;/strong&gt; so that a lot WITHIN ME also changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Lord for your patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8940085773618790978?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8940085773618790978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8940085773618790978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8940085773618790978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8940085773618790978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/previews-balancing.html' title='Previews &amp; Balancing'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8955359459336926411</id><published>2007-11-12T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:54:42.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long, eventfull weekend, I'm doing what I do every Monday...reflecting. I've had several random blogworthy thoughts over the past few days... here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Does everything have an EXPIRATION DATE?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This term most often refers to food... the first date by which a product is no longer valid OR SOMETIMES, the last date that a product is considered consummable. Of course, those are two different dates, so lets just pick one for the sake of this convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do relationships have expiration dates? Is there a predestined moment that every relationship we have just, "goes bad"? I tend to entertain thoughts and beliefs held by most "hopeless romantics"... that there is ONE out there soooommmeewhere... that marriage and love arent circumstantial... that with patience and faith, we can all find that ONE that was predestined for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of the time, its just best to accept the expiration date and move on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not even that you dislike the person, its just that your chemistry with that person has changed and is no longer compatible. The Bible references this as being "unequally yoked", but in practical terms... two people cant walk together unless they've agreed on their destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just like a rack of babyback ribs in your freezer. Although you've done what it takes to preserve them for longer than they'd have been if left unthawed, you can still only hold onto them for so long. On the outside for a while, they'll seem the same but eventually, there will be freezer burn... the visible signs of change between you and that person's communication and ability to relate to one another. By then, the composition of the ribs (and the relationship) has changed into someone thats just not healthy to digest. And no matter how much barbque sauce you baste it with or how slow you smoke 'em, they STILL aint gone taste right. Foreal! Have you ever eaten bad meat????? Makes you SICK and I do NOT want to hold onto ANYTHING or ANYONE thats harmful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm challenging each of you to examine the groceries in your fridge... and the people in your life. Are your relationships healthy and encouraging? Is this someone that makes you a better you!?? Or are you wasting time with people who bring you down and pollute your spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know its not spring, but it is time for some cleaning... or CLEAN-TING as Madea would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My semi-annual cleanup is coming up in a month or but it may happen a bit sooner. No use in holding onto something that blocking my blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holla holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8955359459336926411?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8955359459336926411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8955359459336926411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8955359459336926411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8955359459336926411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/moment-of-clarity.html' title='A Moment of Clarity'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-4244385302087471359</id><published>2007-11-12T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:55:31.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Haiku #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast, crew, shows... tired&lt;br /&gt;Warm Autumn winds drape like hugs&lt;br /&gt;4 down, 4 to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple delights...family&lt;br /&gt;Friends??? moment of clarity&lt;br /&gt;Got peace, no regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curtain call, spotlight&lt;br /&gt;In His arms, I'm safe...content&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more later. I'm working on a pretty chill lil' piece taht I think yall will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-4244385302087471359?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/4244385302087471359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=4244385302087471359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/4244385302087471359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/4244385302087471359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-weekend-haiku-2.html' title='My Weekend Haiku #2'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1461127129643289644</id><published>2007-11-09T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:54:43.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choreography gone WRONG!</title><content type='html'>I was looking at Tiffany Evan's video for "Promise Ring" on Youtube and stumbled upon all these aspiring dancers' videos.  This one was TOOOO hilarious and I couldnt resist posting it.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrpKZLi6YYc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrpKZLi6YYc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1461127129643289644?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1461127129643289644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1461127129643289644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1461127129643289644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1461127129643289644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/choreography-gone-wrong.html' title='Choreography gone WRONG!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-3654319463504975115</id><published>2007-11-08T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:31:43.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WORD SURVEY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You.Can.Only.Type.One.Word.&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?DESK&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? CRUSH&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? BUN&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? SUPPORTIVE&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? MISSING&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? ICE&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? FORGOTTEN&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? VITAMINWATER&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? SONGWRITING&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? SELFISH&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? GOD&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? THEATER&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? WORRIED&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? FRESH&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items? STUDIO&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? DESOTO&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? WORK&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? SMILE&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? BIG&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet(s)? BEAU&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? HP&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? LONELY&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? HOPEFUL&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? YEP&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? COUPE&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? GLASSES&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Store? BESTBUY&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? RAINY&lt;br /&gt;31. Your favorite color? RED&lt;br /&gt;32. When is the last time you laughed? RECENTLY&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you cried? FORGOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-3654319463504975115?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/3654319463504975115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=3654319463504975115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3654319463504975115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3654319463504975115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-word-survey.html' title='ONE WORD SURVEY...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-7555338336394883826</id><published>2007-11-08T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:47:43.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The show last nite was MARVELOUS darling... simply MMAAAAAAARRVELOUS!  The sound was MUCH better and the cast really stepped out there.  The audience was roaring with laughter and LRW was actually LOL'ing himself.  Glad to see that.  Got home insanely TIRED so I dont even think I turned my TV on, I was that sleepy.  Got a pretty decent nite of rest, except I had a strange dream that I cant quite remember at this moment.  Anyhoo~~ today is rather ho-hum.  I have this ultra-huge, mighty-morphin power RFP for the CEO and other exec's and its really starting to urk me. BAD NEWS is that it has to be completed by 7pm today to fedex to Chicago OR somebody is gonna have to fly up there to delivery it to the client.  GOOD NEWS is that today is the last day that I have to deal with this document. PRAISE GAWD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I skipped breakfast this morning and I'm really feeling it now.  SOOO hungry! But its rather chilly outside so I'm not excited about having to walk somewhere to get some eats. Uggh. Yeah, its one of those days.  On the flipside, my mom and auntie are coming to see the show tonite and I'm anxious to get their feedback.  Its always nice to have family support... feels GOOD!  This lady was at the table last nite to buy a soundtrack and when I pointed out the songs I'd written, she got real excited.  After the show she came back and introduced herself and said "You're famous!" I lol'ed and blushed and denied that proclaimation, but told her that I'm trying my hardest to put records out so that ONE DAY I can be... famous that is... not for the fame, but for the residual income that successful records reap.  I'm tryin to set the family UP, okay?  The kids will need some private schooling and exposure to the beauty of the world, ya know?  Ish aint cheap these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;**tummy growling**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be back with some relevancy after I feed the hunger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-7555338336394883826?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/7555338336394883826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=7555338336394883826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/7555338336394883826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/7555338336394883826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/better-days.html' title='Better Days...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1392007217206288522</id><published>2007-11-07T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:28:26.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…said you liked me, I'd smile.&lt;br /&gt;…called me up, I'd talk.&lt;br /&gt;…said something cute, I'd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;…said you missed me, I'd blush.&lt;br /&gt;…asked if I missed you, I'd admit.&lt;br /&gt;…wanted me there, I'd come.&lt;br /&gt;…asked me to stay, I'd sit.&lt;br /&gt;…told me your feelings, I'd listen.&lt;br /&gt;…shared your fears, I'd comfort.&lt;br /&gt;…inquired of mine, I'd confide.&lt;br /&gt;…promised to be true, I'd trust.&lt;br /&gt;…took the lead, I'd follow.&lt;br /&gt;…needed me, I'd drop everything.&lt;br /&gt;…wanted me, I'd make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;…felt burdened, I'd pray.&lt;br /&gt;…needed vision, I'd inspire.&lt;br /&gt;…were confused, I'd sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;…hesitated, I'd erase doubt.&lt;br /&gt;…gave me a chance, I'd love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just love you like you need.&lt;br /&gt;Like I want. Like I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Like I hope you would love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1392007217206288522?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1392007217206288522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1392007217206288522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1392007217206288522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1392007217206288522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you.html' title='If you...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-3405411297438861402</id><published>2007-11-07T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:55:26.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The N-Word Double Standard: JBiggs vs. Summer G</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FOLLOWING IS FROM JBIGGS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeremybiggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://jeremybiggers.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me prejudice, but as I have mentioned before, I have a firm belief that ALL white people are inherently racist. Even if subtly. Don’t get me wrong, EVERYONE is prejudice and or racist to some degree, but I honestly believe that if it weren’t socially reprehensible to do so, the word “NIGGER” would be in heavier rotation in white people’s daily lexicon than Soulja Boy and other such coonery on BET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, Duane “Dog the Bounty Hunter” Chapman. In case you haven’t heard his tirade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MVjNVI6RzI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Apparently Dog was upset that his son, Tucker, was dating a black girl. A black girl that heard Dog and his family use the n-bomb on a regular basis and sent the story into the National Enquirer. I must commend Dog though, because when he uses the word “NIGGER”, he doesn’t use it like regular hateful racists use it, he uses it the way “nice racists” use it.... I think it’s more meaningful that way....NIGGA please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You Billy Ray Cyrus/ Macho Man Randy Savage illegitimate-bastard-lovechild-looking, sunglasses at night wearing, low-budget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos6.flickr.com/9744675_a71d80ced6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1980s WWF Ultimate Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, redneck trailer trash IDIOT. You were fearful that some “NIGGER” would ruin what you’d worked for for 3 decades? Correct me if I’m wrong but doesn’t this tape of you running your mouth effectively do that without her help? A&amp;amp;E has suspended the show indefinitely. Was nothing learned from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3RjiVcIlhY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Richards outburst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;? Was Don Imus fired in vain? The n-word is a hyper-sensitive subject right now. It’s such a touchy subject we don’t even use it when we are talking about it directly (see: “n-word”).Just an observation: isn’t it almost ironic that the three most recent white “celebs” (and I use that term loosely!!!) preaching nappy-head hatred all have hair issues of their own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What it boils down to is the exclusivity that surrounds the word. It’s the one club in this country that white people can’t get into and it just BURNS them up. I’m in no way saying that the double standard in terms of who can use it and who can’t is in anyway justifiable, but it is what it is. For years people have asked “why is it ok for blacks to use it and not whites?” Let me attempt to clear it up for you. It’s a fraternity or country club of sorts. Omega’s can “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a194.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_2b89db3ccea914d4badc2bcbfb70ddd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;throw the hooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;”, because they are members of that organization and went through pain and torture to EARN the symbol’s usage. If a non-Omega “throws the hooks”, around actual Omegas, they are liable to receive a beat down. And rightfully so. It doesn’t belong to you, and you’re not allowed to use it. You didn’t suffer any of the anguish, nor do you OWN any of the history. The same can be argued with the n-word. In my mind at least. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PEACEONE GOD ONE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS MY RESPONSE/COMMENTARY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;IN DOG'S DEFENSE, i will say that AT LEAST he was attempting to have a private conversation. He knew better than to use the n-word publicly and knew FULL WELL the ramifications of his usage OF said n-word going public.I mean really, I'm not arguing that its RIGHT or saying that I feel sorry for him but c'mon...HOW MANY TIMES have I lowly-utttered or privately said something racist that I didnt mean in a "i hate all non-blacks" kinda way, but I was just being crass and mean (privately). Case in point, callin rude Persians and people of Indian decent "TALIBANS"... or biligerant white folks "HONKEYS" and "PWT"... or even referring to the sneaky, fast-talkin, other-language speakin, "boong WAAA ha MOON bik UHh" lookin asians as "CHINKS"... or lazy mexicans as "WETBACKS". Its not right. Not right at all! No one should say any of those things, especially publicly. But does saying them AUTOMATICALLY condemn one to being a RACIST? Hell, I"M MIXED! My other half is of latin decent BUT I've called out a WETBACK once or twice in my lifetime. And I LOVE my people! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not making excuses or even excusing... just saying. I'm guilty. But no. The N-Word is exclusive in its rights of usage and BLACK PEOPLE OWN THAT COPYRIGHT. Other races do NOT get to license that copyright either... no matter if they ARE married to/impregnated by/best friends with A BLACK PERSON. Furthermore, I think going forward we should all adhere to the follwing: only Mexicans can call themselves WETBACKS, white people only are allowed to use the terms HONKEY and Po' White Trash, and asians only can use "chinks" and "japs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just my rants. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-3405411297438861402?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/3405411297438861402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=3405411297438861402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3405411297438861402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3405411297438861402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/n-word-double-standard-jbiggs-vs-summer.html' title='The N-Word Double Standard: JBiggs vs. Summer G'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-985269850437369813</id><published>2007-11-07T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:17:49.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Nite... 1 Down, 7 To Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzHlF-HD6ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXegHzGR7u8/s1600-h/BLANK-BAMNFlier_FR[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130133341286427026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzHlF-HD6ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXegHzGR7u8/s320/BLANK-BAMNFlier_FR%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its finally behind me. Opening night of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"By Any Means Necessary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Dallas. Overall, I am disappointed in the sound issues with a few characters microphones... Why? Well, I know the script so the fact that the audience didnt get the FULL EFFECT of the comedic genius in Laterras' writing makes me VERY upset. I didnt even enjoy the first act. BUT... "it" happens. Thankfully, the audience was understanding and stuck around. Heck &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS A PACKED HOUSE!&lt;/strong&gt; So turn-out wise, it was a win. But again, the perfectionist in me was disappointed in the overall effect, casued by the technical difficulties. The cast was also stressed backstage over the issue but I'm proud of them. They made it work. &lt;strong&gt;BIG THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; to all of those guys... Tisha, Chante, Ced, Danielle, and OMG... GUY! That Guy Torry is a hot mess! Sooooo funny. He kept it light for everyone. THANKS GUY! But God is good... it worked out in the end. I saw a couple handfuls of people accept Jesus during altar call after the show so it accomplished what it was supposed to. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My other mama and her daughter and other guests came to see the show. I hope they liked it. My real mama and auntie are coming Thursday. A few relatives coming tonite. I ran into other acquaintances and it was cool... watching the audience reaction/enjoyment to my music. This morning I cracked open a fresh cd soundtrack and took it all in. FEELS GOOD to see my name on the jacket. I know its a small placement, but its a placement nonetheless. Someone somewhere is riding around listening to a song that I wrote... DOPENESS! God is the truth I tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, there are 7 more shows this week. I'll be at 5 of those. This weekend I'm hoping to get back into the studio. I just missed my deadline and I'm feeling VERY lousey about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway, if you're in Dallas, come to the Convention Center (The Black Academy of Arts and Letters) and see the show! Its soooooooooooooo funny. I guarantee you WILL enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try to post something interesting later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-985269850437369813?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/985269850437369813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=985269850437369813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/985269850437369813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/985269850437369813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/opening-nite-1-down-7-to-go.html' title='Opening Nite... 1 Down, 7 To Go...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzHlF-HD6ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/RXegHzGR7u8/s72-c/BLANK-BAMNFlier_FR%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-3071433578667699510</id><published>2007-11-06T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:19:14.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Baby Grace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzDk0uHD6YI/AAAAAAAAALk/w0aHvxBSl6U/s1600-h/babygrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129851569956972930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzDk0uHD6YI/AAAAAAAAALk/w0aHvxBSl6U/s200/babygrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I discovered the following in an online article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/11/05/national/main3451674.shtml?source=mostpop_story"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(CBS/AP) Police in Galveston, Texas, are going through hundreds of tips that have poured in since they released sketches of a young girl whose remains were discovered a week ago inside a storage box that washed ashore on Galveston Bay. The unidentified child has become known as "Baby Grace" and authorities are still trying to find out her identity. Her body was found by a fisherman inside a blue plastic utility box that washed ashore along the Intercoastal Waterway Authorities say forensic dental examination has narrowed the girl's age to between 2 and 3 years. She is described as white, 32 to 35 inches tall and 25 to 30 pounds. She had waist-long, wavy blond or light brown hair. She was wearing a Target-brand pink, flowing skirt, a pink or red shirt and white light-up tennis shoes with purple flowers on them. "Someone is missing a child," said Dr. Stephen Pustilnik, the Galveston County chief medical examiner. "A grandparent who hasn't seen their grandchild in the last couple of weeks, a playmate who's missing their playmate and hasn't seen him for a while, there's an aunt, there's an uncle someplace, maybe locally, maybe around the state, maybe somewhere around the nation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/11/05/national/main3451674.shtml?source=mostpop_story"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/11/05/national/main3451674.shtml?source=mostpop_story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My heart really goes out to the family of this child, whereever they are. How horrific and unthinkable it must be to learn that your child has been murdered and stuffed into a utility box, then set adrift. *gasps* It really is heartbreaking. I've yet to become a mother so I can only imagine what pain must be felt in a tragedy like this. Ugh. It really forces you to take a hard look at the world we live in and the people we live among... some of which have absolutely NO regard for human life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When things like this happen and then I'm face to face with matters of society... war and terrorism... the piss-poor pollution levels and global warming... and all the other "signs of the times" as foretold in Revelations, it really makes me think looooooooooonnnnng and hard about parenting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Is it humane to even BRING a child INTO this sick, twisted world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To know that things are only getting worse and unfortunately, I wont be able to live long enough to protect them from things to come? Man, its deep. But then, I just say a prayer and hum that childhood song that my Auntie Linda (RIP) taught me back when I was about 4 years old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He's got the whoooolle world... in his hands. He's got the whooooolle world... in his hands. He's got the little bitty babies... in his hands. He's got the WHOLE world in his hands."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sighs heavily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless you little Baby Grace! And all the other mercilessly harmed and murdered children who now watch over us as angels from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-3071433578667699510?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/3071433578667699510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=3071433578667699510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3071433578667699510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3071433578667699510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayers-for-baby-grace.html' title='Prayers for Baby Grace...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RzDk0uHD6YI/AAAAAAAAALk/w0aHvxBSl6U/s72-c/babygrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-3767973614158112031</id><published>2007-11-05T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:24:42.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ry-Jt-HD6WI/AAAAAAAAALU/SUdrQ8AAdeE/s1600-h/hkbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129469923458017634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ry-Jt-HD6WI/AAAAAAAAALU/SUdrQ8AAdeE/s200/hkbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haiku (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:俳句" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/ä¿³å¥"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;俳句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;, Haiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Help:Japanese" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;) is a mode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Japanese poetry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_poetry"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Japanese poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;. The traditional haiku consisted of a pattern of 5, 7, 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Onji" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onji"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. Haiku is one of the most important forms of traditional Japanese poetry. It should register or indicate a moment, sensation, impression or drama of a specific fact of nature. Some people meditate to create inspirational Haiku. Haiku is a very short poetic form. Traditional Japanese haiku consisted of three lines of 5, 7, and 5 units each, which are generally applied as syllables and contained a special word - the kigo - that indicated the season in which the haiku was set.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Monday, I'm gonna post a Haiku that sums up my weekend happenings. I figure this is a happy medium between getting to keep a journal, yet still maintain some privacy. Feel free to leave my comments in Haiku form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dropped balls, sore losers&lt;br /&gt;Saucy ribs meet grown convo&lt;br /&gt;Anxious dreamers drift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food for thought sheds light&lt;br /&gt;Mr Freeze done in thirty&lt;br /&gt;Three alarms awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brunch feeds, phone rings, him&lt;br /&gt;Smile spreads, Beau begs potty break&lt;br /&gt;Pats and Boys win&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will try to post more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-3767973614158112031?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/3767973614158112031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=3767973614158112031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3767973614158112031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3767973614158112031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-weekend-haiku.html' title='My Weekend Haiku'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ry-Jt-HD6WI/AAAAAAAAALU/SUdrQ8AAdeE/s72-c/hkbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8176051869285709153</id><published>2007-11-02T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:07:12.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Solja Boy infiltrates white America... Crank Dat!</title><content type='html'>***PAUSE THE PLAYLIST ON THE RIGHT SO YOU CAN HEAR THE MUSIC IN THE VIDEOS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1whKQBcnLiQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1whKQBcnLiQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Texas Longhorns vs. UCF&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4US7L6ypRk4&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4US7L6ypRk4&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5FzlTzpt20I&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5FzlTzpt20I&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B0nl8o0Quc&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B0nl8o0Quc&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8176051869285709153?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8176051869285709153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8176051869285709153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8176051869285709153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8176051869285709153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/solja-boy-infiltrates-white-america.html' title='Solja Boy infiltrates white America... Crank Dat!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-181499953047237546</id><published>2007-11-01T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:05:13.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE ARE THEY NOW?- 1990's Hit Songs Now Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long story short, I didnt win the contest. I didnt even make the final round. SOMEBODY(IES) decided to change the criteria at the LAST minute because only 3 legit monsters showed up sooooooo, yeah whatever. Iont even wanna talk about it anymore but JUST TRUST that the chick that won was NOT 1 of the 3 monsters that actually adhered to the contest "rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me move along before I get pissy again...&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been updating my playlist (as you can see to the right), just adding songs that I'm fond of. I have a list of others that I cant seem to find though, and these were HOT HOT songs!! Come on... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where were you when you first heard the following songs for the first time????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqtgOHD6OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PPpC4flJNs0/s1600-h/menatlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128101894769862882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqtgOHD6OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PPpC4flJNs0/s320/menatlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I'm So Alone (I Miss You)- Men At Large&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((You never miss a good friend 'til they're gone...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Lose Control- Silk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;((Last night, we had an argument. You told me you loved me...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Comforter- Shai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((I will comfort comfort comfort you. I will, I will comfort yoouuu....))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqtnOHD6PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UqRAxA6nUOI/s1600-h/aaron+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128102015028947186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqtnOHD6PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UqRAxA6nUOI/s320/aaron+hall.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. I Miss You- Aaron Hall&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;((I'm talkin to you baaybaaaay... I miss you...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyquC-HD6RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DmbMo_bVSv8/s1600-h/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128102491770317074" style="CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyquC-HD6RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DmbMo_bVSv8/s320/joe.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. All The Things Your Man Won't Do- Joe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((I wont stop until I hear your mama scream!))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Housekeeper- ?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((In the morning, I will get your breakfast baby. Get you ready for work. Let me be your housekeeper girl...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ryqtu-HD6QI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TScjsvHiuiQ/s1600-h/mc-lyte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128102148172933378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ryqtu-HD6QI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TScjsvHiuiQ/s320/mc-lyte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7. Poor Georgie- MC Lyte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((George was sweet, so nice and so neat. With any other guy he didnt have to compete...)) &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqvsuHD6UI/AAAAAAAAALE/4fvcc47i4ZM/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128104308541483330" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="318" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqvsuHD6UI/AAAAAAAAALE/4fvcc47i4ZM/s320/abc.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Jealous Girl- ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((I know you feel bad about me and my girl...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Brainstorming- MC Brains &amp;amp; Boyz II Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((Brainstorming *AAAHHH** Dont want to get your feelings hurt. Say you wanna be loved by me. Well my name is MC B. ***Ohh ohhohhh***))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Please Dont Go- Boyz II Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((I'll be there, I'll be right there...))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ryqu5eHD6SI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ai7wabxVqzY/s1600-h/soul+for+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128103428073187618" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="283" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/Ryqu5eHD6SI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ai7wabxVqzY/s320/soul+for+real.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Every Little Thing I Do- Soul For Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((The way I feel baby is driving me crazy...)) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqvCOHD6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ovW9W6okC2g/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128103578397042994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqvCOHD6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ovW9W6okC2g/s320/the+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And for good measure, I have to ask about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hits &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lucky Charm", "A Little Romance"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and whatever else they put out. Actually, I think I'ma goto Best Buy and try to find those cd's on the $5.99 rack. THE BOYS had some dope songs! Even that last album "The Saga Continues" was jammin! lol ...... But seriously, I am about to seek out these albums. It is NOT a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know which hits I missed. I'm tired and Beau wont goto sleep 'til I do so.... HOLLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-181499953047237546?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/181499953047237546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=181499953047237546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/181499953047237546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/181499953047237546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/11/i.html' title='WHERE ARE THEY NOW?- 1990&apos;s Hit Songs Now Missing In Action'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyqtgOHD6OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PPpC4flJNs0/s72-c/menatlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8512814750775650290</id><published>2007-10-31T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:27:06.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dress-up for the Almighty Come-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyfOHD6MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KflJ5GiHLW4/s1600-h/SM_photoboard05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127614793938888898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyfOHD6MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KflJ5GiHLW4/s320/SM_photoboard05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjxzOHD6II/AAAAAAAAAJk/a09UYmW29W4/s1600-h/SM_photoboard10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127614038024644738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjxzOHD6II/AAAAAAAAAJk/a09UYmW29W4/s320/SM_photoboard10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those that dont really know me, this may come as a shock BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not all that into Halloween. *gasp!* No really, I'm not. I think it lost its shine once I got too old to effectively trick-or-treat. I mean, it was much easier when I was about 8-12 but by the time I hit puberty the thrill was gone. Plus, I only like certain kinds of candy so all those filler-treats (generic butterscotch, jujubees, sweet tarts, etc...) were just space-takers in my jackolantern and ended up getting tossed out or pawned off on a greedy, desperate little cousin during a babysitter's round of "The Quiet Game". And then when I was in college at CAU, probably the Halloween of 1999, some thug committed a random &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drive-by egging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which busted me SMACK in my mouth, leaving me with a busted bloody lip sooo yeah... I think that was the last time I even uttered TRICK OR TREAT. :-( But fast forward....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127614385916995746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyHeHD6KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vQqCDHZd_Yk/s320/SM_photoboard12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyOuHD6LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ml1rluMFBtw/s1600-h/SM_photoboard27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127614510471047346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyOuHD6LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ml1rluMFBtw/s320/SM_photoboard27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My property is having this super &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monster Mash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; costume party tonite and Im actually considering entering! Surprised? Well you wont be once I reveal the 1st place prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A 32" Plasma TV. YES! AND a 3-month gym membership (dont need it b/c I'm already a member there) AND a $100 Gift Certificate to a pretty nice restaurant. KEWL right?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The images I posted above are a hint at my costume. This year, I'm gonna be.. ***DRUMROLL PLEASE*** &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE SOCK MONSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You know, the urban-mythic creature that steals your socks while you're doing laundry!?!?! TOnite I will be scavangering (spellcheck?!?) for random socks from relatives homes. I have about an hour to collect as many ugly, mismatched socks as I can. And BEAU will be in tow... he's going as a Blue Bell Ice Cream cow. *MOOOOO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take pictures. Wish me a little luck! I'll be back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY STUPID COSTUME, FREE CANDY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8512814750775650290?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8512814750775650290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8512814750775650290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8512814750775650290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8512814750775650290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-those-that-dont-really-know-me-this.html' title='Playing Dress-up for the Almighty Come-up!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RyjyfOHD6MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KflJ5GiHLW4/s72-c/SM_photoboard05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1467175088180715006</id><published>2007-10-30T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:19:27.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Perfect But He Aint Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RydZNOHD6FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lQuSLhRecns/s1600-h/illustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127164784445483090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RydZNOHD6FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lQuSLhRecns/s400/illustration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My GF sent me a message last month expressing her hurt and heartbreak over a guy she'd been seeing. Apparently, they'd been "dating" off and on for a period of 5 + years and recently had started seeing more of each other when BOOM! He starts hitting her with this indecisiveness that many men come with when faced with the decision of monogamy. Here is my response to her email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter HOW perfect you are or how much you do to SHOW a man that you want him,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; UNLESS he is READY TO SETTLE DOWN, it is all for naught.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I often discuss this with my male friends and 100% of them have agreed and admitted to dating at least one woman who was perfect in every desirable aspect... good credit, attractive, good career, educated, sweet, respectable, loyal, loving, good sex, etc... you name it, she's got it. BUT for them, its like, they think they have time. And until they finally decide that they want to be monogamous and have a long-term relationship, they keep on doing them. Women are just the opposite. &lt;strong&gt;Women find a good catch and settle down. MEN decide to settle down, then pick from whatever is most readily available... perfect or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that you're feeling so sad about this but during my first impression of him, he didnt strike me as being "good enough" for you... even on the surface. And the fact that its taken him 5+ years to "try and date you" is more evidence that he aint the MAN you need in your life. Trust me chica, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;when a MAN wants something/someone, there is no TRYING involved. He just does it. Impulsively and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sucks but its true. He's lame girl. Be glad that you CAN do better because you, my dear, are WORTH so much more than that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will post another installment about this subject later on but please leave comments if you came by to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;SG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1467175088180715006?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1467175088180715006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1467175088180715006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1467175088180715006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1467175088180715006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-gf-sent-me-message-last-month.html' title='You&apos;re Perfect But He Aint Ready'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RydZNOHD6FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lQuSLhRecns/s72-c/illustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-8557843326689602703</id><published>2007-10-30T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:09:25.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I've been in mental limbo over this very issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Should I cease and desist from blogging??? Or should I merely limit said blogging to public subject matter?  Am I too old for this whole activity altogether? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;IS BLOGGING REALLY WORTH IT?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reason being, in the last year, I've succeeded in angering two (count them, 1...2....) former acquaintances via commentary on my blog.  Now mind you, the blogs were completely anonymous and vague in their verbage, but these individuals decoded the content and for whatever reason, were angry that they'd been discussed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;**insert blank stare here**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Uhhh... HELLO goofball! No one knows its about YOU! This is 150% truth I'm speaking here... no lies no fabrications!  But later I learned that in both instances, those people were "busted" by their significant others and thought my "public blog" might have something to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;**insert screw face here**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Uhhh... all I did was type an editorial. YOU"RE THE ONE who was living lies and messing people over!  Tighten up ya pimp game, peoples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So anyway, yeah. For the sake of avoiding situations like those, I've somewhat conceeded to just post blogs about relevant PUBLIC subject matter. Happy now, snitches??? **eeggghhhh**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-8557843326689602703?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/8557843326689602703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=8557843326689602703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8557843326689602703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/8557843326689602703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-2214928729326149084</id><published>2007-10-01T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:56:58.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have stalkers, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RwF0ABFduVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-Z5mR3rQzgY/s1600-h/Nosey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116498195309771090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RwF0ABFduVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-Z5mR3rQzgY/s400/Nosey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you cared about someone and even went the distance of showing that person that they were special to you, what difference would it make if your association/affection for that person went public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My answer?&lt;/strong&gt; It becomes a problem when what you're doing is being done DECEPTIVELY and you've not been honest with one or more parties that you're also involved with (romantically).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several happenings in the last 6 months have revealed and confirmed that yes, I am being WATCHED. Wow. I'm flattered. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Honestly though, it poses no real problem because I know how to conceal what &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; be revealed. I live a very straight-forward life. Fast-paced and exciting? Yes. Scandalous and hypocritical? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those around me that do have a LOT to hide, its gotten a bit hairy and quite honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm too grown for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Grow up peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;SG~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-2214928729326149084?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/2214928729326149084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=2214928729326149084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2214928729326149084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2214928729326149084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-have-stalkers-eh.html' title='So I have stalkers, eh?'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RwF0ABFduVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-Z5mR3rQzgY/s72-c/Nosey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-2386719502551170093</id><published>2007-08-31T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:30:46.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fabulosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yall... it IS indeed FRIDAY and I am INDEED, still FABULOUS. ((No autographs, please.)) Today marks the kick-off for Labor Day weekend and I'm somewhat excited/joyful/anxious/relieved about knowing that 1) I'm leaving my office early and 2) I won't see this place again until Tuesday. Ahhhhh... let the vacay begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, I'm hosting a partay with my boy from college, hit producer DJ Don Cannon from the ATL and it should be a pretty nice event. I'm excited since I've pretty much been 'on ice' for the last few months. Knowing me, I'll be in early but we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP QUIZ IF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Worth 10 cool points.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Martin character said, "Red beans and gravy... I aint too lazy!"??????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Bonus Points&lt;/strong&gt; if you can tell me another quote from this character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 MORE&lt;/strong&gt; Bonus Points if you can actually SING the song from that scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HINT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  THeres a video clip in the right-side toolbar of this VERY scene... lol ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta do something so I'll post again later........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BRB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-2386719502551170093?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/2386719502551170093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=2386719502551170093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2386719502551170093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2386719502551170093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-fabulosity.html' title='Friday Fabulosity'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-3468455421708083186</id><published>2007-08-29T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:07:23.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Q&amp;A with Summer G and Rai"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXfOy748wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LSAR_-DzVnw/s1600-h/destructive-relationships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104231197978456834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXfOy748wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LSAR_-DzVnw/s200/destructive-relationships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading Rai's blog and she posed the following (rhetorical) questions to her readers. I'm choosing to respond to them here in my blog because I think it opens dialogue on a few subjects... or maybe just a little insight into how my mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will women ever really be happy? One minute we want something... two seconds later it all changes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some women will be happy. Some cant ever be happy. Its about growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there really a such thing as Mr. Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes there is a Mr. Right... often we just settle for "Mr. Right-Now" to quinch a thirst for companionship and THEEEENNN we try to TURN HIM INTO "Mr.Right" after we've fallen in love and invested emotions, effort and time into the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are all women secretly attracted to other women? (at least sexually)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, unless you live in ATL or your name is Rai and you have a son named Sun. (lol) Okay, I'm just joking (not really). But I know you aint trippin my nig... you're secure in yourself to take me crackin on you. Its all in fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your thoughts really determine your destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. You will only become as great as your mind can invision you to be. As a man thinketh, so is he. If you continually think evil thoughts, its only natural that you begin to see yourself carrying out evil deeds. The same goes for everything else. Your input determines your output. Its just that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will man/woman ever completely be satisfied with their counterpart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Satisfaction with a counterpart can only come from satisfaction with self and maturity. DISsatisfaction is a product of insecurities and distrust... miscommunication... a whole slew of problematic issues. Maturity is the first step in addressing the issues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does Mr./Mrs. Perfect really exist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, I dont believe there has ever been born a "Mr./Mrs. Perfect", but there is a "Mr. Perfect for you". Someone created specifically for you... who knows HOW to love you the way you need to be loved... who understands that WHY he was born, was to be your protector and provider. Most times, the "Mr./Mrs. Perfect" title is related to the tangible and physical attributes, when in actuality, it SHOULD BE about how you and that person relate to one another and what you offer to each other's lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people complain about their surroundings but neglect to change themselves.... ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People complain because it excuses their own actions as being the cause to WHY there are in the situations they are in. If you notice, people dont complain about themselves, they complain about everyone else as it they had no part in the circumstances. These people are toxic. BEWARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are we so afraid to step outside of our comfort zone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stepping outside of the "comfort zone" opens you up to so many fears- rejection, failure, not measuring up, etc. To totally walk into a new situation or a new relationship requires courage and hope that even IF the unthinkable occurs, its not the end of the world and that there's still a light at the end of the tunnel. To shun change and new people/places/relationships is to say to self that "this is as good as it gets... better hold on to what i got!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THAT WAS FUN! Thanks Rai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-3468455421708083186?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/3468455421708083186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=3468455421708083186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3468455421708083186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/3468455421708083186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/08/q-with-summer-g-and-rai.html' title='&quot;Q&amp;A with Summer G and Rai&quot;'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXfOy748wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LSAR_-DzVnw/s72-c/destructive-relationships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-4265290660845879551</id><published>2007-08-29T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:16:37.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXUHC748vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yy7uAUWrrEI/s1600-h/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104218970206565106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXUHC748vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yy7uAUWrrEI/s200/wednesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, I had the (pleasure) of attending an NFL Charity Luncheon with my best friend. GOOD TIMES, let me tell ya... and NOT for obvious reasons (being among the top 1% of attractive women in the room, amongst 53 players on the roster and hundreds of the city's leading philanthropists, CEO's and "who's whose". Oh no... the FUN part was people watching... and watching the people watching (me). HA! I think I put more thought into what I was gonna wear to this lil shindig than I've put into anything in a while. Hmmmm... I've got to get out more. All in all though, it was for a great cause and I'm really digging the social/charitable scene more and more these days. JUST the jump start I need for The SPARK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving along~~~ me and the pig had this hypothetical discussion about current wedding trends and what is a "reasonable" budget to devote to the ceremony. By conversations' end, I'd concluded that for a household income of $200K, $20K was more than enough to devote to a wedding. Period. On the flip side, I could almost appreciate a small, intimate wedding with family and friends on a $10K budget, provided that the remaining $$$ be invested into something lucrative. Hey, I'm all about the fairytale too, but I like MAKING money... not throwing it away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news~~~I'm reading a lot more these days. Reading helps me to "center" myself and my goals. It calms me down and forces me to get still, in my otherwise eventfully chaotic day. Now that I think on it, perhaps thats not really "newsworthy" but it still matters. I'd gotten so busy that my trips to B&amp;amp;N and Borders had become a luxury. Thats all changing now. I've learned to lighten my load and not let so many things get my attention. Its all about BALANCE now... and making time for the things that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I rambling? Probably. Oh well, its my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Backtracking a bit, the guy that sat next to me today at the luncheon was really nice... friendly... conversational... MARRIED. (lol) He talked to us the whoooollle program and by the end, was trying to "fix me up" with his attorney friend, only to disclose moments later that said attorney is 5'9". NOT THE KID! Yall know I like 'em tall so we had to Eighty-Six that notion. But I appreciated the notion. He couldn't have me so he wanted his friend to. Too thoughtful and cute, right?! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking perhaps its time for ya girl to get back into the swing of dating. I've been on reserve by choice for quite some time. Maybe I'm due for a little affection. Hmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me thinks so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SG~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-4265290660845879551?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/4265290660845879551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=4265290660845879551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/4265290660845879551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/4265290660845879551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-ramblings.html' title='Wednesday Ramblings...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtXUHC748vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yy7uAUWrrEI/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-2335171995476953765</id><published>2007-08-28T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:01:26.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knockin My Hustle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtRi3C748uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtXGL7upWDo/s1600-h/Victory%20Through%20Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103812975538008802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtRi3C748uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtXGL7upWDo/s200/Victory%2520Through%2520Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cant do it. Sometimes, I look at my accomplishments and I get semi-proud of myself... or rather its not pride that I feel, but a sense of resilience... strength... stamina. I know I can go the distance. Maybe thats why I keep pushing myself so hard... why I reach so high. Its crazy. And these thoughts, this blog- even crazier. Life is such a blessing. Opportunities, each and every one, are priceless. You cant look back at any chance happenings or random occurrences in your day and honestly believe that they were insignificant to your existence. That would be sheer foolishness! Not only in matters of money or love, but in LIFE! And so, I look back on the most minut details of my life... people I've met, places I've been... places I wanted to go and didnt or couldnt... maybe even people I didnt meet but wanted to. Point is, I try to not take any of these things for granted. Good and bad, joyful and painful, they've all shaped me into the Summer of today. Am I perfect? Heck no. But I'm prefectly made (fearfully and wonderfully by God) so, everything that is meant for me to become or obtain, I will. And every test or trial that I'm faced with, I can overcome because, I was perfectly made to handle JUST THAT situation. Everything I need to weather the storm is already within me. Isn't that a great comfort to have? To know that, when I goto battle that I have every weapon and skill necessary to claim the victory?!? It really doesnt get any better. God is the TRUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so anyway, I'm sitting her reflecting and hopefully, refracting a small affirmation to you that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you were BUILT for the battle. Its in you to WIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-2335171995476953765?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/2335171995476953765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=2335171995476953765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2335171995476953765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/2335171995476953765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/08/knockin-my-hustle.html' title='Knockin My Hustle...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RtRi3C748uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtXGL7upWDo/s72-c/Victory%2520Through%2520Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1630419123964942453</id><published>2007-06-25T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:02:30.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Older... Wiser... Happier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been over a month since I've posted and even the last post wasnt about a dang thang. Everything has been moving so FAST lately. And then well, I turned 26 a couple weeks ago which was BY FAR the bestest birthday EVER....Why, you ask? Because I had an entire house full of family and friends singing (in 5 part harmony) that "I am the flower-thats-among-us". You had to be there. A truly tearjerking 5 stanzas it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap the last 60 or so days though...&lt;br /&gt;Reentered corporate America after much resistance... but I'm so freegin happy with my job 'til it makes not nan bit of sense. God is GOOD! Found a new home in the heart of the city, so I'll be moving very soon... its so PLAYA PLAYA too! Can we say "Sex in the City meets Belly"? Yeah, its HAUTE! So every waking minute is spent shopping online for furniture. I've seen every website known to man woman and alien. Its become headache causing. :-( And then theres the luv life... the very luv life that I've vowed to keep private and off this site. But just know that ya girl is HAPPY and CONTENT with the current state of things. Be happy for me. *Insert smile here* Wrote a song for a very HOT HOT producer a couple weeks ago. We have to re-record this week with a new vocalist but its a dope record. Cross ya fingers... baby needs some Cantoni furniture! hehehe Started back working out in the gym recently... Today made my 6th consecutive day. YAY! I've got a 30 lb. goal.......... to reach by the end of the summer. EJ made me a meal plan today and I think I can actually do it in 6 weeks. Wanna bet me? See, I've been working out all along BUT it was all for naught because of my Boston Market Three-Side Sampler habit. My hungry-hungry hippo lookin a$$ thought that BM was a better health choice over fastfood each night for dinner sooooooooo........ for the last 2 months, I've been habitually stopping at BM for the #4 with Creamed Spinach, Sweet Potato Cassarole, Hot Cinnamon Apples and Cornbread (doesnt it taste like cake?!?)... all the while THINKING it had to be healthy for me... ITS VEGETABLES, right?! WRONG AGAIN! EJ did the Bodybugg thing today and we discovered that every time I ate that damn meal, I was ingesting about 1000 calories from that single serving. WTF!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, no more BM. I dont even want to tempt myself. My weakness for sweet potatoes is far too real. Instead, she has me on this meal plan that allows me 1700 calories daily... and I'm walking on a 11.0 incline at 3.8 mph on the treadmill, thanks to the suggestion of Oink. It used to be hard but its much easier now. Shannon is doing her boot camp sessions and we're both getting ready for our August 10th weigh in. Anybody got suggestions?? HOOK A SISTA UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new Bill sightings. I'd hoped somehow, someway, he'd have made an appearance on my Bday... that wouldve been a PERFECT day for me. Well, it still was actually. But that came and went... as did Fathers Day. I really hope we talk soon. And strangely enough, same for an old high school "friend". This chick that I was close with during my senior year, and well, something of a misunderstanding came in between our friendship. Yeah it had to be that and some jealousy... seriously. And we've crossed paths in recent years when its been nothing but the fear of an assault charge from keeping me off that ass... because it would anger me that her stupidity threw out a good friendship over some BS and THEN had the nerve to be messy about it. WTF!? IS YOU SURRRRUS? But with time and wisdom comes patience, understanding and... get-over-it-ness. I'm over the drama. I'd like to talk to her. Air things out. Extend an olive branch, so to speak. Life is short and holding a grudge over her is NOT worth my blessings. No sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;26 is already showing me wonderful possibilities and growth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for being in my life, yall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1630419123964942453?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1630419123964942453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1630419123964942453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1630419123964942453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1630419123964942453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/06/year-older-wiser-happier.html' title='A Year Older... Wiser... Happier.'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-1683154157841535274</id><published>2007-05-24T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:33:21.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm traffickin' that (Grade B Maple) Sizurp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RlZr1U1RFaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qbF3VQekEoE/s1600-h/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068356994521437602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RlZr1U1RFaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qbF3VQekEoE/s400/112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;So I'm leaving my office today and its roughly 6pm-ish... and I'm in the middle of Downtown. Normally, at this time of the day the traffic has tappered off. In light of the dark (thunderstorm) that blanketed the city an hour prior, DT was gridlocked. So as I sat at the intersection of Ross and St. Paul, I contemplated my options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Do I go my normal route on 45 and skirt around the outer limits to my destination? Or do I turn around and hit the Woodall Rogers to hop on 35, which is a more direct route, but sure to be packed like a slave ship? Do I turn around and wait it out at my office until 7pm which hopefully will mean less congestion because DAMN my gas light DID come on during my drive IN this morning and sitting here for 30 minutes and traveling less than a mile is BOUND to deplete the petroleum supply, potentially rendering me STRANDED on somebody's interstate, lest I should neglect to "fill'er up" before I arrive home? Decisions, decisions. I ended up wading thru the traffic and getting on 45... but while I sat there driving, I had many interesting thoughts..... It went a lil bit like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:04pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ((exiting the parking garage))- DANG its a lot of cars on the street... Aint nobody gonna let me in. Oh wait! Caught the Waste Management truck slippin. I'm SKIPPIN YOU dude! (Cutting thru traffic) Times like this, I appreciate that I drive a coupe. Damn a 4x4! Yoooo! That Avalanche saw me trying to get over. Bastard! I bet its a no-driving mexican.((sees the stereotypical olde english surname across the backglass)) Yep. I knew it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ((less than .33 miles covered))Lalala... (singing "Outta my System"))&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I miss the smiling faces in my sidekick, outta town visits, all the time we spendtogether...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(memories kick in) and then as always, I'm within a close proximity of Nick's house... singing this damn song that reminds me of what was(not), as does this intersection. Consider calling him for temporary shelter from this weather/traffic but decide that would be TRULY detrimental to the progress I've made by silencing all communication. Damn, I need to get a manicure tomorrow. (looks in the rearview) AND my roots are hideous! Wont be no socializing this weekend for ME unless my favorite Asian can get these dreaded-locks, "chopstick straight"... and at least of the same hue, horizontally that is. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ((I've moved up about 2 car spaces)) Its gonna be nice to live down here again. If I'd already moved by now, I'd probably have walked this morning and subsequently, had to walk home in the rain with an umbrella... and potentially have been struck by lightning on my way home because I think my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;umbrella-ella-ella-ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (sing it Rhianna!) has a metal piece on the top. And I JUST saw that story on Fox4News about that man who caught a lightning strike on camera, where two kids were within inches of being struck. And I aint ready to die... I have a new ultrachic pad to move into... and an empire to run... and other empires to trample like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"pink cookies in a plastic bag getting crushed by buildings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (stop lickin your lips LL), and Apple is turning 2 next month, I'm weeks away from my 26th, I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR! *gasps!* What if I'd walked and got struck(en)? No pretty little (bad assed) children named Winter Noelle and Autumn Loren and Cipriano Terrell _____ and a Mr. John _____, my ultra-fabulous husband who knows the exact # of freckles on my face... that I will help put on his Depends (in our old age of course)... no romantic getaways to Mykonos Islands, Greece... no FABULOUS at 50 Birthday party for yours truly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;((kisses imaginary rosary, does a few air "hail Mary's" and assimilates the ever-popular "anointing head with oil" on my forehead... all for good measure.)) But I'm alive. And I'm safe... thank you God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But foreal does that mean that when I DO move, I'll be driving less than .1 mile to work just to avoid getting caught out in the elements? Elijah says I wont want to walk once it gets hot this summer, but I beg to differ. It aint that far. Really. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ((Some crinkly micro-braid wearing trannie pulls along side my car, lots of open space ahead of shim, yet heshe's sitting idle beside me... Bitch must think heshe's gone skip. NOOOOOTT! ((scoots closer to the Fake-Phantom (read:Chrysler 300) so that shim cant slide in front. I've been sitting here TOO dang long. I am not in the mood. ((Flip to 97.9... Bow Wow and T-Pain are crooning again... here I go again yall!)) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm too attached my heart wont let me fall back. I got it bad thats what you could call that..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thoughts shift back to Nick. &lt;strong&gt;GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN!&lt;/strong&gt; If I rubuketh thee, then thee must flee! Git! Scat! (This whole Nick thing really bothers me at times... certain songs trigger emotions I guess) Okay anyway, I'm still burning gas and facing eminant stallege (spellcheck? BRAINFART!) if I dont either get to gettin', or stop and get some gas. Shit! Shigetty Shit! Shit! Shit! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (stomach growling) I started this Master Cleanse diet today and despite that it was going HELLA GOOD during the day, I want some CHICKEN SALAD dammit! But hell, I cannot just give up after I impulsively spent $40 (that was not in my original allotment of cash for the day) in Ann's Health Food today getting all the proper ingredients for this lemonade diet (that allegedly worked for Benonsense, should work for me!) ANNNND I even bought that damn canary-yellow, staple-bound book thats supposed to "coach" me thru the diet (said the over-enthusiastic white man in Ann's) even though he said&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; not to feel pressured to buy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that I could come in and read at my own leisure, but me, considering the many NIGGA-RISMS of my people, thought it'd be a show of good-faith to just pay $6.99 for the damn thing and not be trifling but DAMMIT, I read the ENTIRE book cover to cover by 2pm (it wasnt that busy today)...so that was a waste of money... so there i SAT, hungrier than Ruben Studdard in the AI greenroom immediately after Corner Bakery dropped off their Pastry-trays. ((That cream strudle cake is the LICK though!)) So around &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:45&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I end up getting ON 45 and the whole way, I weigh the pro and cons for staying on this Master Cleanse. And the recurring vision was of ME in a bikini, rivaling Gabby Reese on South Miami Beach... taunting her in the soft, almost indeciferable tone of Diddy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hey Gabby! Take that, take that, take that!)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But it was shortlived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bowl of Chicken Salad when I walked it. Saltines and all. I think I'm gonna have to alter this lemonade diet to my own likeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The word of today is FAILURE. Spelled H-U-N-G-R-Y-A-N-D-B-I-T-C-H-Y! But in keeping with my typical hustla-mentality, if it turns out that I forfeit the Master Cleanse, then I have 7/8 of my bottle of Grade B Maple syrup, 1/2 a jar of Cheyenne Pepper and about 15 oz. of Pure lemon juice.  Anyone wanna PayPal me $10 for this lot? I'll throw the book in for $2. **justjoking**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-1683154157841535274?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/1683154157841535274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=1683154157841535274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1683154157841535274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/1683154157841535274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-traffickin-that-sizzurp.html' title='I&apos;m traffickin&apos; that (Grade B Maple) Sizurp!'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RlZr1U1RFaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qbF3VQekEoE/s72-c/112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-738744246529000407</id><published>2007-05-16T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:30:02.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will update tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-738744246529000407?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/738744246529000407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=738744246529000407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/738744246529000407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/738744246529000407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-5865455475449054656</id><published>2007-05-08T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:48:59.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking $10 M-F 6am-6pm. Happiness FREE 24/7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkFnXekehpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/91PIAu1i-xs/s1600-h/womens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062441109181859474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkFnXekehpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/91PIAu1i-xs/s320/womens1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is wanting what you have - not having what you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now THERE's some food for thought. I've heard this proverb a few times over the past few years and tonight, I feel like several people that I've conversed with recently could stand to recite this to themselves a few times...let it marinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just imagine... being happy with what you have instead of being unhappy about what you dont. Hmph... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the land of milk and honey, instant-credit approval and virtual access to everything under the sun... where the abundance of money offers empty promises of stability and security, happiness and satisfaction, peace of mind and possibility... where, for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; price YOU, TOO, could choose to endulge in careless sex and simply opt to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buy-a-cure for A.I.D.'s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; almost as easily as you could buy a house... have we as a generation of hip-hop hopefuls and mini-moguls gotten so far detached from the simplicities of life and that we can no longer be satisfied with&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our luxuries and content with whatever &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we happen to be in? Laziness and competency not withstanding, how many of YOU could honestly see yourselves operating in a mindsate of contentment regardless of your financial grade/standard of living? Would you be equally as HAPPY living in a 420 sq.ft. efficiency as you would a 8,000 sq.ft. home? Does the thought of trading in your 2006 Mercedes-Benz for a DART buspass immediately cause your heartrate to accelerate as your brain heads toward delirium? Have you ever found yourself sitting in front of your 27" TV watching &lt;strong&gt;MTV's Cribs&lt;/strong&gt;, just wishing/hoping/praying for one fateful opportunity to trade in your blue-collar boyfriend for the likes of Travis Barker or Tyrese, in hopes of living a lifestyle like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do?? Take a moment to consider your 3 favorite people/most prized posessions and then how you would feel if all three of them were destroyed permanantly lost, or died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you go into a depression? Or would you shake it off, accept the will of God and continue through your life with faith and happiness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And then part B to this proverb adds that Happiness is not about having what you want. All tooooo many times I've wanted something/someone with what seems to be, my whole heart! I mean, it was something that stayed with me for a while... that the desires of my heart just WERE to attain this thing/person. But as time/God would have it, I didnt get what it was that I'd been wanting, which has repeatedly turned out to be the best thing ever. Because let's face it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things we think that look good from far, upon closer inspection (and revelation) often turn out to be far from good (for us).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In short, Happiness is not found in things/people... real Happiness is found in acheiving that peace of mind with God/self and your place in life. And on another note, its also important to realize that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;one person's small gesture is another person's big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happiness is personal and its RELATIVE. If someone you know is happy with his/her life, leave them to their happy state. Encourage them, yes... but don't be a dream-killer and a joy-jacker. Dont you walk in reminding them of why they shouldnt be happy, or start comparing their situation to anything from their past. Instead, inspire your brothers and sisters to greatness and success by discovering your own daily happiness and leaving by example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As I reflect on today, yeah... I'm pretty happy. I'm happy with everything that I have and VERY happy about not getting what I thought I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~SG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4719559414236659081-5865455475449054656?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/5865455475449054656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=5865455475449054656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/5865455475449054656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/5865455475449054656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/05/parking-only-1-5pm-m-f-happiness-free.html' title='Parking $10 M-F 6am-6pm. Happiness FREE 24/7.'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkFnXekehpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/91PIAu1i-xs/s72-c/womens1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719559414236659081.post-6994949476654781497</id><published>2007-05-08T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:31:48.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happens When You Lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkD0HekehoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Il-Zbd23PYg/s1600-h/cookietransres.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062314390466758274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkD0HekehoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Il-Zbd23PYg/s320/cookietransres.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This day has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HILARITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at its finest. Some people just really dont know when to leave well enough alone. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**shame on you**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My older blog was accidentally deleted today... or perhaps hacked into... (stranger things have happened)... but not to worry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;/strong&gt; was archived and I'm in the process of rebuilding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the meantime, feel free to leave me a comment about what you'd like to read on this new spot. I'm thinking of some serious interior decorating to spruce up the place. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And dont y'all dare worry about whether or not this spot will be as entertaining as the last........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;... you aint read NOTHIN yet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~SG~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719559414236659081-6994949476654781497?l=freesummerg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/feeds/6994949476654781497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4719559414236659081&amp;postID=6994949476654781497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/6994949476654781497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719559414236659081/posts/default/6994949476654781497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freesummerg.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-happens-when-you-lie.html' title='This Is What Happens When You Lie...'/><author><name>Summer G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9LMaDE4MJy0/RkD0HekehoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Il-Zbd23PYg/s72-c/cookietransres.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
