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Rockmond Dunbar'/><category term='Share'/><category term='first'/><category term='Art'/><category term='New Me'/><category term='blog'/><category term='move it girl'/><category term='Big girls need love too'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Yay'/><category term='Guitar'/><category term='left behind'/><category term='Daughter'/><category term='Christmas Tree'/><category term='Etrade'/><category term='fatty girl'/><category term='Ridiculous'/><category term='missing'/><category term='retard'/><category term='exs'/><category term='Novelty'/><category term='US'/><category term='100th'/><category term='Ask what you want'/><category term='Jenny Jones'/><category term='I suppose'/><category term='Conneticut'/><category term='Seriously'/><title type='text'>But Seriously... I babble :^)</title><subtitle type='html'>The mindless ramblings of a bored person.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8091388394552177288</id><published>2011-06-19T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:42:02.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Happy Father's Day...and Birthday to me!!! ...right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....Sooooo today is Father's day, and I'm blessed to have a very funny and outgoing father... He makes me laugh, and makes me think, and can also always make me feel like a child allllll over again... I'm wishing him the happiest of Fathers days evvvver...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, a year ago today, I found my biological father via Facebook (of all places) ... It was neat to be able to look at him and see the similarities and to have that void filled... Wishing him a happy birthday as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The OTHER momentous thing that happened 29 years ago today wasssss my birth!!!&amp;#160; Woo hoo happy 29th right?? Not so far... I'm kind of becoming introspective on the things about myself that need improvement and the things that aren't gonna &lt;u&gt;change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There will be more to come about this... But, so far this birthday has stunk... :^/&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lxliifeK3WU/Tf4YWZP6ZcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mY-JpnyVEE4/IMAG0140.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ndLPI9Uo168/Tf4YyVIbxkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/psqHC-5Syps/IMAG0140.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8091388394552177288?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8091388394552177288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8091388394552177288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8091388394552177288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8091388394552177288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-father-dayand-birthday-to-me.html' title='...Happy Father&amp;#39;s Day...and Birthday to me!!! ...right?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://lh6.ggpht.com/-lxliifeK3WU/Tf4YWZP6ZcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mY-JpnyVEE4/s72-c/IMAG0140.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3727723542832449743</id><published>2011-02-02T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T04:45:09.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>it's worth a try, right?</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a bit because I've been busy putting in resume after resume, and taking a few interviews... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yessss that's right I'm unemployed and attempting to bridge the gap. Sooo if u have some extra coins in your couch or even a quarter or dollar in your sock, be kind... pay it forward, and I'll do the same :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Seems weird, me virtual panhandling... butttt desperate times call for desperate measures. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If you can help, please do. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;embed allowScriptAccess="always" src="http://www.chipin.com/widget/id/e650446abb8823db" flashVars="chipin_server=www%2Echipin%2Ecom" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="220" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3727723542832449743?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3727723542832449743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3727723542832449743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3727723542832449743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3727723542832449743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-worth-try-right.html' title='it&amp;#39;s worth a try, right?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7686254647290562962</id><published>2011-01-19T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:37:46.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind ya biz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coexist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Now the world don't go, to the beat of just one drum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTeuCIhzKhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KiRMxQiCwjc/IMAG0307-1-1-1-1-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTeuCIhzKhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KiRMxQiCwjc/s400/IMAG0307-1-1-1-1-1.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.... what might be right for u, may not be right for some ... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; IF more people lived by that mantra, things would be much more peaceful on this planet... if you could TRULY abide by the words 'To each their own', we'd have no need to meddle or worry about why she does this and he does that but it doesn't work for us... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The concentration should be on finding our own groove and finding the best path through out life's maze making the most positive twists and turns for us... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Live and let live... that's what I say... you don't have to be best friends with everyone... simply learn how to "Coexist"  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7686254647290562962?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7686254647290562962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7686254647290562962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7686254647290562962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7686254647290562962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-world-don-go-to-beat-of-just-one.html' title='Now the world don&amp;#39;t go, to the beat of just one drum...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://lh3.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTeuCIhzKhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KiRMxQiCwjc/s72-c/IMAG0307-1-1-1-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7697246042066571617</id><published>2011-01-18T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:12:36.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome back'/><title type='text'>Say WHAT now!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTZWo6zTUOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cla9UYUmVlk/IMAG0355.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTZWo6zTUOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cla9UYUmVlk/s400/IMAG0355.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... uh ohhhh ... ya girl can blog from her phone!!!!  There's an actual chance of consistency here!!!  Lollll &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Still figuring it out... so be patient with me.... and for those of you whi hung in during my absence ... thanks &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;3 Jae &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7697246042066571617?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7697246042066571617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7697246042066571617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7697246042066571617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7697246042066571617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what-now.html' title='Say WHAT now!?!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__dETUlcYbcw/TTZWo6zTUOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cla9UYUmVlk/s72-c/IMAG0355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3397030656734463872</id><published>2010-08-19T19:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:05:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you think about African men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I think African men are from Africa.... I'd need to know in what CONTEXT you're asking, to give you my full answer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaeSpence?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3397030656734463872?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3397030656734463872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3397030656734463872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3397030656734463872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3397030656734463872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-think-about-african-men.html' title='what do you think about African men?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-5777982919355210411</id><published>2010-08-19T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:05:10.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think is the hardest thing about being a mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I think the hardest thing is finding balance. Finding that line between mommy and child... raising a wonderful member of society... while giving the most love you've ever given. :) So, yeah. Balance. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaeSpence?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-5777982919355210411?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5777982919355210411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5777982919355210411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5777982919355210411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5777982919355210411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-think-is-hardest-thing.html' title='What do you think is the hardest thing about being a mom?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-8231484866003448161</id><published>2010-04-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:23:06.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saddness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slow Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I miss my mother soooo much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S9DUPSubrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E4gHWgBtp1c/s1600/momlast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S9DUPSubrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E4gHWgBtp1c/s320/momlast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463099707190127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 23rd, in the wee hours of the morning, my mother, Joanne Houston Sitgraves, left this planet and reached out to the hands of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our ups...and DEFINITELY our downs... but all in all, there's not a woman on this planet that I admired more. She truly knew how to make a dollar out of fifteen cents and deserved SO MUCH MORE out of life, than what she was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvS2hgOjWEA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvS2hgOjWEA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video tribute that I made for her funeral... I loved this woman... and I must say, there is NO loss greater, than the loss of your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8231484866003448161?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8231484866003448161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8231484866003448161&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8231484866003448161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8231484866003448161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-my-mother-soooo-much.html' title='I miss my mother soooo much'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S9DUPSubrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E4gHWgBtp1c/s72-c/momlast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-9132467086704383839</id><published>2010-03-21T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:52:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JaeSpence" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/JaeSpence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-9132467086704383839?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/9132467086704383839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=9132467086704383839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9132467086704383839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9132467086704383839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-189946337576916232</id><published>2010-03-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:39:42.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatty done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><title type='text'>I FINALLY FINISHED MY TATTY!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57gg6J1CuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bZNBFIcpr8o/s1600-h/S6304010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57gg6J1CuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bZNBFIcpr8o/s320/S6304010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449039455135795938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57gRCLUp9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/LZ5gfbU5YH4/s1600-h/S6304014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57gRCLUp9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/LZ5gfbU5YH4/s320/S6304014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449039182411638738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally finished it!!! Wooo hoooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you guys like!!! :) 7 hrs and 450.00 later I'm all finished w/ my tatty :) I LOVE IT!!! For those of you who didn't know how it started... here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57g1tffXSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uu3ndpmJMjA/s1600-h/S6303770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57g1tffXSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uu3ndpmJMjA/s320/S6303770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449039812514241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I have to say is, don't get drunk in an apartment w/ someone who has a homemade tattoo gun and too much time on their hands... hahahahahaha It was a HOT MESS and I had lived w/ it for 10 years... it was time for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo's aren't for me... I don't like them much... and they're WAYYYYYY more painful than my piercings... I have one more to finish up and then I'm done foreveeeeerrrrr :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-189946337576916232?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/189946337576916232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=189946337576916232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/189946337576916232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/189946337576916232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-finished-my-tatty.html' title='I FINALLY FINISHED MY TATTY!!! :)'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S57gg6J1CuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bZNBFIcpr8o/s72-c/S6304010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2231839689894030445</id><published>2010-03-14T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:08:01.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeah right'/><title type='text'>I C U!</title><content type='html'>So, my intuition is SUPER STRONG! It always has been... I can sniff out a liar from a MILE AWAY... My senses must be even more keen as of recent because I've sniffed out a couple of liars who actually lied for NO GOOD DAMN REASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go very DEEP w/ this... but I will say... be mindful of who you let onto your friendslist on Facebook. I know, it's just a social networking site... but, for some reason, people ( self included ) are more comfortable divulging things about themselves on Facebook than they were on Myspace or any other network... maybe because MOST of the people on my list, I ACTUALLY know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fair amount of friends who have reached out to me via friends I ACTUALLY DO KNOW... meaning, I don't know these people... but we KNOW someone in common. .. a few people have come at me or approached me on a personal interest level... and it has flourished into something that could have possibly gone somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then I started sniffing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... please don't try to be a f/b player... lol... that game RARELY works... your network is too close to the surface and you WILL be found out... funnny funnny funnnnnnnny ;) I CU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-2231839689894030445?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2231839689894030445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2231839689894030445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2231839689894030445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2231839689894030445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-c-u.html' title='I C U!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-6713488395992362626</id><published>2010-02-21T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:21:46.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost there'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>Tatty Stage One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S4HpBSWR4bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/13iwHjCfEJE/s1600-h/Blackandwhitetatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S4HpBSWR4bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/13iwHjCfEJE/s320/Blackandwhitetatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886033154695602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I just realized that I had NEVER followed up on my blog about the new tattoo!!! Well here it is... STAGE ONE (I still have 2 more sittings)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I sat for 4 hours for this first stage... believe it of not, it's still not really as LARGE as I wanted it... but, Maybe when it's all done, I'll love it more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The next couple of stages will consist of adding the stems and more shading in the petals... :) I love love love my tatty... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S4HpmZy7lSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3H-n7SboDjY/s1600-h/S6303806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S4HpmZy7lSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3H-n7SboDjY/s320/S6303806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886670809077026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I think the FUNNIEST thing about this tattoo is, It's getting me a decent amount of 'play' hahahahaha... Since I got it, at leas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;t 3 gentlemen have expressed an interest in licking it... hahahahahah... That's weird... but... I guess an compliment right? hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Tell me what you think!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-6713488395992362626?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6713488395992362626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6713488395992362626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6713488395992362626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6713488395992362626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/02/tatty-stage-one.html' title='Tatty Stage One!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S4HpBSWR4bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/13iwHjCfEJE/s72-c/Blackandwhitetatty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4665272102810790268</id><published>2010-02-04T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:50:39.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo I want'/><title type='text'>I'm gettin' TATTED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs048.snc3/13543_186860473533_778788533_2888975_2907160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 459px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs048.snc3/13543_186860473533_778788533_2888975_2907160_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sooo... I'm not much on Tattoo's... It's VERY RARE for me to see one that I like... and rarer still for me to see one that I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Welll...it's HAPPENED!!! I saw this tattoo and fell in LOVVVVVVVE... and .... Now I'm going to be getting TATTED SATURDAY!!! Wooo hooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;... now of course, this tattoo is up the side of a very skinny chick... and we ALL KNOW that I am NOT that chick... lmaooo If I were to place my tat in the SAME PLACE You would miss half of it do to... ummm... let us call it... FOLDING lmaooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;MINE will be up the outside of my right upper arm with the top lily opening onto the shoulder. The bottom stems will be made into treble clefs... :) :) :)  It's going to be LARGE... going from elbow to shoulder... and I may add a large lily... (3 lilies)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c2/2/AAAAAsePIKMAAAAAAMIhJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 481px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c2/2/AAAAAsePIKMAAAAAAMIhJA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I know FOR SURE that it won't go past the bend of my elbow... because I want to be able to wear 3/4 length shirts w/o the tat showing (for business)... Wooo hoooo... I'm excited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;What sucks is that just TONIGHT I found another one that I ALSO like... I'm so indecisive that it's causing me to vacillate now!! lol... Here's THAT picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sooo I've got a couple of days to make my decision... Ahhhhh... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Pain pain pain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-4665272102810790268?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4665272102810790268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4665272102810790268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4665272102810790268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4665272102810790268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-gettin-tatted.html' title='I&apos;m gettin&apos; TATTED!!!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8345994727517207378</id><published>2010-01-19T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:30:27.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramen noodles'/><title type='text'>**MAN! I PUT THAT ON MY GRANDMA'S GRAVE!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYUfl7T6Vjk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYUfl7T6Vjk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video MADE-MY-WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;Ramen Noodles are LIKE that sometimes... but I've NEVER wigged out like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7178648587491400325-8345994727517207378?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8345994727517207378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8345994727517207378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8345994727517207378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8345994727517207378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-i-put-that-on-my-grandmas-grave.html' title='**MAN! I PUT THAT ON MY GRANDMA&apos;S GRAVE!**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-5403123470657348634</id><published>2010-01-10T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:27:12.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Do :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0qXdJoe7pI/AAAAAAAAANs/JJ3WUr0aT9I/s320/How+YOUUU+doing.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425315228178902674" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo It's 2010 right?? And everyone is talking about all the changes that they're going to make... Going to the gym... Enhancing their relationships... Stopping the smoking habit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0qYB1Sk5vI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9m6_8p0BK9E/s320/side.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425315858373469938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Me... I have done some of that... but like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I said in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt; the Vlog...it's a year of EXPLORATION for me... I have pledged to lose @ least 100lbs by the end of the year and I'm well on my way... I'm down 8lbs since 01/05... and I am trying to pace myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;... but if you flash back i my blog about a YEAR ago, I was pledging the same thing.. lol but I'm still here... still chubby ... still as fluffy as ever ... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Yesterday, I decided I needed an IMMEDIATE change and decided to try a ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;w hairdo... :) My hair chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;ges like the wind anyway... so this isn't really a DRASTIC difference... I just wanted longer, softer, more girlie... and I went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0qXqwIp-QI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OqWLlwZxxZo/s320/Deuces+pucker.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425315461852690690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt; for it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I went ahead and put some weavaliciousness into my hair and voila... here ya go... Let me know what you think!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I'll be vlogging again soon so you'll get to see this MASSIVE amount of hair! I mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;n it's like a MANE!!! I look like simba if I let it all down... hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Until next time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0qY3DqIxZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d0JaHC8o2Lc/s320/Still+not+Finished....jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425316772763452818" /&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/7178648587491400325-5403123470657348634?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5403123470657348634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5403123470657348634&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5403123470657348634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5403123470657348634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-do.html' title='New Year, New Do :)'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0qXdJoe7pI/AAAAAAAAANs/JJ3WUr0aT9I/s72-c/How+YOUUU+doing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2693293305557014000</id><published>2010-01-06T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:37:17.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanting to forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><title type='text'>... 2 years later ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0VGlcSbS8I/AAAAAAAAANk/K31cIIxQx-o/s1600-h/IMG000025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0VGlcSbS8I/AAAAAAAAANk/K31cIIxQx-o/s320/IMG000025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423818935300213698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;................ wooooo-sahhhhhh ................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sooo... if I'm minding my own business... watching the "Bad Girls Club" and strumming my six-string, why oh why are you bothering me? Please explain how, when it's been at LEAST 6 months since I heard your voice, and a year and a half since I saw your face... you're still haunting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd ask you to leave... let me live my life... allow me to invite in even the prospect of submitting a portion of myself to someone else on the same level as you were afforded... I'd beg of you to let me reclaim that small piece of my heart that you'd stolen... no wait... I'd freely given in lighter times.... I'd request these things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;... except...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What  would  would I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... I can't smell you anymore... can't even remember your essence wafting lightly into my experience... your features are becoming vague, except for the technological 'gifts' that allow for my sadistic-voyeurism to flourish...   But you look different... something changes when you're holding your son... or touching her... shoulder... something about that picture is wrong... strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... it's not you... it's her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..............she.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;...... should have been......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.............me..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;... but it's not crippling anymore... these memories... thoughts... regrets.... matter of fact, you've become more fleeting than concrete... I go about time... being Jae... learning Jae... seeking Jae... forgetting J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;... release me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7178648587491400325-2693293305557014000?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2693293305557014000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2693293305557014000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2693293305557014000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2693293305557014000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-years-later.html' title='... 2 years later ...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/S0VGlcSbS8I/AAAAAAAAANk/K31cIIxQx-o/s72-c/IMG000025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8267704431184238669</id><published>2010-01-04T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:34:10.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ew girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so foul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where are your drawers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave that shit'/><title type='text'>... because I care about my readers, I ask for this ONE promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16753_226948065791_704020791_4789712_693463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16753_226948065791_704020791_4789712_693463_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I care about you guys... I hope that you, my readers, will promise me that you will ALWAYS know how short your skirt is... and ALWAYS shave your taco meat... lmaooooooooooooooo I died laughing for at LEAST 30 minutes after viewing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8267704431184238669?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8267704431184238669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8267704431184238669&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8267704431184238669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8267704431184238669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-i-care-about-my-readers-i-ask.html' title='... because I care about my readers, I ask for this ONE promise...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-527420891603342068</id><published>2009-12-31T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:28:58.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploration'/><title type='text'>Vlog... Year of 'Exploration'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjcdLBFIX18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjcdLBFIX18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New YEAR!!! Vlog from Jae! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-527420891603342068?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/527420891603342068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=527420891603342068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/527420891603342068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/527420891603342068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/vlog-year-of-exploration.html' title='Vlog... Year of &apos;Exploration&apos;...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6969204874923716563</id><published>2009-12-29T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:17:52.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexually spontaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling you daddi'/><title type='text'>*Sexually Spontaneous*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anorak.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/giveemaninch.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.anorak.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/giveemaninch.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- So for whatever reason, I'm feeling some sort of 'way' tonight... not frisky or even horny... just... I guess... longing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*what for?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-- Someone who is sexually spontaneous. Recently, I've been seeing guys who are... umm... to borrow a word from my homie Jaycie "lame". They are ok and serve their purpose but nothing about them 'excites' me. Doesn't make me swoon or even think about them too often... especially in the sexual sense. I guess you can call them 'pass-times'... you may as well... because that's what I call them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-- There's absolutely nothing like a man who is intelligent, caring, tender, up and coming (or better yet already there!), and SEXUALLY SPONTANEOUS!... what does that mean? To me, it's someone who will, at the drop of a hat, show you how they're 'feeling'... no shame in their game but always keeping it discreet (if in public), and steamy and no holds barred when in private... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-- For example... Right now, I'm here laying on the bed on my tummy typing my blog... chillin' in my boycuts and sportsbra @ home all alone (kiddo's away)... -- Regular guy, let's call him Poindexter, would come in lay beside me, ask what I'm doing... maybe chit chat... give me a kiss on the cheek, and go on about his business... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-- Sexually spontaneous man, hmmm... Let's call him Frederico (lol), would come in and act nonchalant... slowly run his hands up the back of my legs and over my arse... maybe kiss my up my back and move my boycuts to the side for some handplay... (I know, and overshare... but I'm keeping it REAL... this is MY BLOG!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;-- I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE that sort of thing... I mean, it's not enough to make the OTHER things not matter... but it's definitely a nice icing on the yummy man cake. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway... Sometimes you can't put your finger on what you're missing... but right now, I know exactly what it is... :: Sigh::  oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-6969204874923716563?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6969204874923716563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6969204874923716563&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6969204874923716563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6969204874923716563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/sexually-spontaneous.html' title='*Sexually Spontaneous*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8102361951620633857</id><published>2009-12-10T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:45:43.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train Wreck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuts'/><title type='text'>I thought I'd seen EVERYTHING... and then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhQyph3bz286v5em3z"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhQyph3bz286v5em3z" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So seriously... What's next?? Brace yourself... This is crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8102361951620633857?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8102361951620633857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8102361951620633857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8102361951620633857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8102361951620633857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-id-seen-everything-and-then.html' title='I thought I&apos;d seen EVERYTHING... and then...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7386794244339989870</id><published>2009-12-07T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:57:07.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>It's DONE!!! and I LOVE IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1dZFImwjI/AAAAAAAAANY/R6tMRIWNsEU/s1600-h/S6303542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1dZFImwjI/AAAAAAAAANY/R6tMRIWNsEU/s320/S6303542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412585012625588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1cSafkVUI/AAAAAAAAANA/ChBHzXizdxc/s1600-h/S6303534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1cSafkVUI/AAAAAAAAANA/ChBHzXizdxc/s320/S6303534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412583798588331330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1c2vYLS8I/AAAAAAAAANI/3zg5CT_ERPs/s1600-h/S6303547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1c2vYLS8I/AAAAAAAAANI/3zg5CT_ERPs/s320/S6303547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412584422669765570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DONE!!! I love it!!! It hurt like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1dHio0liI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qP9S1VA0P7o/s1600-h/S6303537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1dHio0liI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qP9S1VA0P7o/s320/S6303537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412584711307695650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; a MOLLYHOPPER but so worth it... :) My piercer was GREAT so nice... and I look forward to changing it to a SMALLER gem after it heals (can't do so right now)... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm super excited about this piercing... even though it's semi-permanent... they make clear plugs and flesh colored plugs... so when it's really not APPROPRIATE to have a gem beside your eye... I am able to downplay it... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It still hurts a bit... and bled for QUITE a while... but it's subsided now :) I love piercings... but I fear this will be my last... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well... it'll be my last that's visible to the public ;^) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7386794244339989870?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7386794244339989870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7386794244339989870&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7386794244339989870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7386794244339989870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-done-and-i-love-it.html' title='It&apos;s DONE!!! and I LOVE IT!!!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sx1dZFImwjI/AAAAAAAAANY/R6tMRIWNsEU/s72-c/S6303542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-5496721571116468575</id><published>2009-12-06T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:51:19.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheek Piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Modification'/><title type='text'>TOoooo-Morrow Tomorrow... I'm PIERCING Tomorrow... it's only a day AAAWAYYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SxxcOZvyd8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9pOdpnCEY88/s1600-h/microdermal+hardware.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SxxcOZvyd8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9pOdpnCEY88/s320/microdermal+hardware.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412302254691743682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;To the left you see the hardware that will be IMPLANTED into my face TOMORROW! It's called a microdermal implant or a facial anchor piercing... They pierce the skin and then implant that bottom piece (w/ all the holes) into your body wherever you'd like... afterwhich they screw in the ball... the entire process takes between 20 and 30 minutes and LOOKS very painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know you're thinking, JAE!!! You're NUTS!!! But nooooo i'm not! I'm soo excited and scared all @ the same time... The last piercing I had completed was my "Marilyn" (above my lip). Since then, I've searched and searched for a new piercing... I'm so particular w/ what I want on my face that I hadn't found anything... until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SxxdExdaRuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NaMExTRz7VY/s1600-h/2009-12-06+18.17.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SxxdExdaRuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NaMExTRz7VY/s200/2009-12-06+18.17.29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412303188770047714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I will have mine placed beside my right eye... just to the side... (that's a pic of what it will probably look like... except the gem will be larger... and there will only be one... )... I'm so excited!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The only think that REALLY bothers me, is that when I want to completely remove it, I can't just take it out as is the case w/ my other piercings... I'll have to go have it CUT out either by my piercer or a physician... You can change the hardware (jewel, ball, etc) but the BASE won't come out unless it's CUT out..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;... Those holes in the base are important to this entire process... They're there SPECIFICALLY to anchor the piercing into my face... the skin is supposed to grow IN BETWEEN those holes therefore keeping it in place... it's called a semi-permanent body modification...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://necolebitchie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/monica-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 312px;" src="http://necolebitchie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/monica-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To the RIGHT you'll see Monica... She has this modification as well... (look closely to the outside of her eye... that little bead of light is her piercing)... I had NO CLUE she had this until AFTER I'd already decided to have it done! It looks SO cute on her... I only hope it does me justice... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, I'm rambling... but... ya know... I can't WAIT! When I leave my current job for another ( after I finish college, etc)... I'll probably go have it cut out for a more professional look... but HONESTLY, it doesn't look 'freakish' at all... Piercing when done CORRECTLY and in MODERATION can actually COMPLIMENT the natural aesthetic... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wish me luck... and I'll have pics! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-5496721571116468575?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5496721571116468575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5496721571116468575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5496721571116468575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5496721571116468575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/tooooo-morrow-tomorrow-im-piercing.html' title='TOoooo-Morrow Tomorrow... I&apos;m PIERCING Tomorrow... it&apos;s only a day AAAWAYYY!!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SxxcOZvyd8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9pOdpnCEY88/s72-c/microdermal+hardware.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-5647400730608417803</id><published>2009-12-05T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:09:14.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><title type='text'>Just a little Vlog.. :) Catching UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmWHRCDoAnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmWHRCDoAnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/7178648587491400325-5647400730608417803?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5647400730608417803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5647400730608417803&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5647400730608417803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5647400730608417803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-vlog-catching-up.html' title='Just a little Vlog.. :) Catching UP'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8789470775489012360</id><published>2009-12-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:38:13.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Could get it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawtness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheesh'/><title type='text'>"I'm going to wear you out..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Sports/images-2/tiger-woods-flexing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 230px;" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Sports/images-2/tiger-woods-flexing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ok, So I'm going to reveal a little bit about myself that I'm sure MOST of you don't know.... When I was in highschool, I had a SERIOUS obession w/ Tiger Woods. Like SERIOUS. EVERY INCH of every wall of my bedroom was COVERED w/ any image of him that I could find... I even cut a few of the pictures out and made them "3-D" so that it would seem he was ACTUALLY in my room... lmaooooo ... a little trick I learned in art class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I OWN the video that shows how he began... him as a little one putting away w/ his daddy Earl... I watched it EVERY SINGLE DAY! I would watch EVERY golf game that he played in that was televised... and when he came to KY @ Valhalla... I had serious thoughts of sneaking in and charging the green! This was SERIOUS... @ one point I THINK I believed that I'd one day MEET Tiger, and he'd fall head over hills in love w/ me... lmaooooooooo (I said I was a kid right?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This obsession faded (thankfully) and, though I STILL thought he was a fantastic athlete and VERY handsome (for my tastes), I didn't obsess or even really FOLLOW his career... Until Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TIGER just got 10x HAWTER! Wow... I know, I know... He cheated on his wife w/ 3 broads... Ok, that was wrong... but honestly, I'm sure 99% of all FAMOUS ATHLETES do this! Men are ONLY as faithful as the options available to them... and let's keep it ALL THE WAY REAL, when the zero's start getting stacked onto the end of your income, the caliber of 'panty-droppers' available to you CLIMBS SIGNIFICANTLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You know in Highschool Tiger got ZERO play from anyone even REMOTELY resembling these ladies. I mean YES, he may have gotten a little slob action from the chess team geeks... or maybe a handjob from the only female tuba player in the band... but Top Shelf Arse? Nah- nothin' doin'... So he was, in essence reliving his highschool dreams and knocking out every piece of choice poon-tang he could muster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me get to the reason his sex appeal just CLIMBED (in my opinion...)... TIGER IS HUMAN! He's not SQUEAKY CLEAN as he's been portrayed for YEARS... This dude texted one of his mistresses " How long has it been since you had a good fuck?"! WHAT?!! :: instant lubrication:: and "I'm going to WEAR YOU OUT." :: WET NAP PLEASE!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; There's NOTHING I love more than a good steamy text from the person I'm seeing... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! My imagination tends to be more INTENSE than most... and generally out performs the ACTUAL act that you've made me think you're going to perform... So NOW I have the PERFECT COMBINATION of what I ALWAYS ASKED for in a man... Articulate, Intelligent, Ambitious, Driven, Passionate (about his craft), and Presentable to ALL audiences in public... but OH SO NASTY w/ me... lol... I'm talking BARACK to everyone else... and PLIES in the bedroom, while whispering in MY ear, and on my text screen... Sheesh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tiger... you're a bad bad bad boy for cheatin' on Elin... but umm... If you ever decide to like sista's (thick/chubby sista's nonetheless)... I know a Caramel colored Kentuckian who'd be MUCH OBLIGED to satiate that need... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;... call me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8789470775489012360?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8789470775489012360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8789470775489012360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8789470775489012360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8789470775489012360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-wear-you-out.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m going to wear you out...&quot;'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8206464097927323844</id><published>2009-11-20T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:47:59.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden'/><title type='text'>... Be Good Jae ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dhikrullah.com/lectures/images/lectures/feiz/forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.dhikrullah.com/lectures/images/lectures/feiz/forbidden.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;... So I'm supposed to have a very innocent meal w/ a friend next week. Just so happens this friend and I haven't seen each other for about 2 1/2 years... whay? Because we have chemistry. Electricity. In crazy amounts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;... So What's the Problem Jae?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THE PROBLEM IS that little piece of precious metal encircling his left ring finger... and the appendage that is attached to it by vows made before  God... yep... you guessed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;... I have PURPOSEFULLY avoided this friend since our last meeting because the temptation to explore 'friendly' depths is much to ... well ... tempting for both of us... Lunch is safe right? Public place... ACROSS the table... innocent as can be... and BESIDES!! I'll be on my break from WORK... so I have time constraints! Yeah... this'll be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Whew... I feel better... glad I talked that out... ;)  (Only wish I still WASN'T so nervous.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8206464097927323844?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8206464097927323844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8206464097927323844&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8206464097927323844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8206464097927323844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-good-jae.html' title='... Be Good Jae ...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6900190058642337849</id><published>2009-11-15T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:36:34.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Singing... and Bad Guitar Playing (But it's ME! LOL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJo-Qtmj-zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJo-Qtmj-zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This is a vid of me playing my gitfiddle VERY LATE last night... The singing isn't good... and the playing is worse! lmaoooo. But I hadn't posted for a bit... and I remember promising a video... Don't be too hard on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-6900190058642337849?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6900190058642337849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6900190058642337849&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6900190058642337849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6900190058642337849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-singing-and-bad-guitar-playing-but.html' title='Bad Singing... and Bad Guitar Playing (But it&apos;s ME! LOL)'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2982422447874022586</id><published>2009-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:22:19.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexyss K Tylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makes sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>** So CRASS!!! But she makes SO MUCH SENSE!!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAwLYJYsa0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAwLYJYsa0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This woman is SOOOOO Crass in the way that she says what she says... but if you LISTEN to the message... she makes alot of sense... Judge for yourself... (I've seen some of her OTHER more HUMOROUS video's... and I laughed... but THIS one... made me think a bit... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-2982422447874022586?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2982422447874022586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2982422447874022586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2982422447874022586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2982422447874022586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-crass-but-she-makes-so-much-sense.html' title='** So CRASS!!! But she makes SO MUCH SENSE!!**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3632030490005001886</id><published>2009-10-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:42:41.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>**NOW with even LOWWWERRR Standards!! ** LMAOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Due to shortages in men in the Greater Louisville Area, the following categories of unforgivable lowlifes have been promoted to "potential relationship material" for me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Liars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Cheaters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Daily pot smokers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-My intellectual inferiors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Dirty, smelly coffee shop poets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Barflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Possessive types &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Women haters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Men old enough to be my Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-My Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Anyone else in my family, including the remains of my dead grandfather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Lawyers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-People who can't spell and refuse to use spell check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Alcoholics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Negative, angry types &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Politicians/the criminally insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Smokers who pretend to be non-smokers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Vain, self-centered artists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Drama queens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Guys who always get dumped and can't figure out why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-The dental-hygienically challenged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Players &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Polygamists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Republicans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Anyone with that shit-eating fetish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-People who ever liked the band "Book of Love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Pig Fuckers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Pink shirt wearing corporate capitalist dick heads who drive fancy cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Free loaders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Your dumb friend, age 37, who still plays video games after work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Anyone with a toupee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-The insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Misers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Humorless "business" types &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Mama's Boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Egomaniacs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Sex addicts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Poseurs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Infantile fuckwits who blame everyone else for their problems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Narcissists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Bad kissers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-The fiscally irresponsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Underachieving slacker dudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Anyone in any kind of tribute band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon!  (and I'm SO SURE that I will!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" src="http://images.jaespence.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/orig/RzjztAoKCnYAACP@PR068/2.gif?et=IqOsnqHwM%2C6A3bdFRlJo6A" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3632030490005001886?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3632030490005001886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3632030490005001886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3632030490005001886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3632030490005001886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-with-even-lowwwerrr-standards.html' title='**NOW with even LOWWWERRR Standards!! ** LMAOOOO'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3067873663248558370</id><published>2009-10-19T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:59:46.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foul weather friends'/><title type='text'>..I'll get by w/ a little help from my friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/St0LSptYaOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4uD2b37tSpI/s1600-h/2009-10-08+14.39.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/St0LSptYaOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4uD2b37tSpI/s320/2009-10-08+14.39.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394480343721470178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(That's me and my girl Vida @ work... Swine Flu Ready a couple of weeks ago... hahahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So I've been M.I.A for about 4 months now... I can't BELIEVE it's been that long since I've blogged steadily.... Something about the motions of moving and getting everything unpacked and settled has gotten me off track w/ my blogging... It's really a shame... because there's been so much to write about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;... It's been kind of a down quarter for me... There have been some MAJOR betrayals... and some major "strings" cut.  I'll spare the ridiculous details of what happened... but in the last 3 months I've cut at least 3 close friends 'loose'... and for good reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;... I've learned a lesson... a few actually... that will stick w/ me for the remainder of my days... 1.) My mother was right about many many things that I wish she WASN'T right about. 2.) Birds of a feather, really DO stick together... 3.) Sometimes keeping your friends close and your enemies closer is confusing... because the line between the two is SO VERY FINE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;...  Oh well I say... Good riddance right? The word "Friend" is used too loosely by most... and taken too seriously by few... Friends to me are like family... I hold them very close... and when one hurts me to the depths that these few have, it changes me as a person... and usually not for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;... It happened... It's over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll live... that's all I have to say. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(WOW!! Two days in a row!!! Wooo hooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3067873663248558370?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3067873663248558370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3067873663248558370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3067873663248558370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3067873663248558370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-get-by-w-little-help-from-my.html' title='..I&apos;ll get by w/ a little help from my friends....'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/St0LSptYaOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4uD2b37tSpI/s72-c/2009-10-08+14.39.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7331903686817719772</id><published>2009-10-18T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:21:52.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estranged Father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><title type='text'>.... But she still wonders why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Stuw4O0S-TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iarI9cRcvs8/s1600-h/phone+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Stuw4O0S-TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iarI9cRcvs8/s400/phone+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099458802907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(picture is of my daughters father Dominic... the source of MUCH conversation for us today....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Today, my daughter had a session of crying and asking me questions. No... this was about Spongebob, or life, or even her new obsession, Michael Jackson. It was about her father. She asked me what he looked like, and if she'd ever met him. I told her that he had stayed w/ us for about a week and a half when she was 2... and that he was handsome. I showed her a picture (which I am SURE that I had shown her before... )... and then began the waterworks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She went on and on about how she had to explain to her friends that she didn't have a daddy. And that she didn't even know what his name was. She said that she was the only person who she KNEW that didn't have their father or that had never seen him... I told her that was ABSOLUTELY not true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;... with astonishment in her eyes, she asked, " Who else mommi?"... I paused, took her little face into my hand... and said " Me." I  explained to her how I had never layed eyes on my biological father and that even though she and I BOTH had his last name, he was a stranger. I told her that I completely understood her pain... and that I would see what I could do to get her into contact w/ her father....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;... This is going to be hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She came home and wrote him a letter... telling him that she loved him... andmissed him... and that she was going to come see him if he didn't see her... She drew pictures of him, and of him and her, and of us three together smiling.... holding hands... and being a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;... I don't tell her the bad stuff... or that I keep him away in effort to protect her... I don't let her know that he does nothing to take care of her... or that if he wanted to put forth the effort, we COULD HAVE been that family that she'd just scratched out on her pad... She doesn't need to know these things... because in the long run... it'll make her dislike ME more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Instead I tell her, somethings just aren't meant... and I'm sure he loves her almost as much as I do... I promise her that I'll do all that I can... I send him and email ... and I kiss her goodnight... Telling her somethings just aren't meant to be... and that he and I will never be a couple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;... But she still wonders, " Why?"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7331903686817719772?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7331903686817719772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7331903686817719772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7331903686817719772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7331903686817719772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-she-still-wonders-why.html' title='.... But she still wonders why...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Stuw4O0S-TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iarI9cRcvs8/s72-c/phone+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-1420600290403103437</id><published>2009-09-07T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:05:00.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellular device'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>**My New Cellular Device**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dcellphone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/T-Mobile-myTouch-3G.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dcellphone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/T-Mobile-myTouch-3G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; YAY!!! Finally after 18 months of the Tmobile Dash... It's time for a new celly!!! There you see it... just to the right of this picture... Tmobile Mytouch 3g. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No Jay, I haven't joined the CRACKBERRY nation.... I will do that as soon as you send my your first 'tweet'... lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm super stoked because this phone is allll that I really need. It has the app's like iphone, 3g service (speedy), internet capability, and is closely linked w/ google and all of it's applications. This should enable me to blog more often... and on the go... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me, my blogging on the fly is way funnier than when I've had time to overthink the subjects... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely looking forward to receiving it in about a week... YES!! I said a WEEK... Due to the fact that I called customer service for T-mobile and THREATENED to cancel service w/ them, they offered me a full upgrade 6 months early. CATCH IS, I have to wait for it to be mailed to me... BOOOOOOO... I'm SUCH an immediate gratification kind of girl... I want it NOW!!! But, alas.. you can't always get what you want... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SqVIRAUvPqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GG34IY1r_1Q/s1600-h/My+Touch+3g+Skin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784786945883810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SqVIRAUvPqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GG34IY1r_1Q/s400/My+Touch+3g+Skin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the Left (to the left ), you see the SKIN that I've ordered for my phone... SKINIT.com is a GREAT site that lets you order customized hardshells and gel skin's for your cell, laptop, psp, crackberry, toaster, etc (well... maybe not the toaster).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a picture w/ me and my best friend in the world, my guitar... and the front is one of the many beautiful sunsets I captured while in Panama city beach in May... along w/ the word, " Solace "... Because that's really all I want... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a lil' kid waiting for Christmas right now!!! I'm actually going to the T-mobile store to get some screen protectors and see what kind of accessories I can buy for my new baby... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAYAYAYAY I loveeeee new toys... of ANY kind ;^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-1420600290403103437?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/1420600290403103437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=1420600290403103437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1420600290403103437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1420600290403103437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-cellular-device.html' title='**My New Cellular Device**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SqVIRAUvPqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GG34IY1r_1Q/s72-c/My+Touch+3g+Skin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4329875416973823890</id><published>2009-09-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:58:02.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My six string'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming back'/><title type='text'>Your Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sp3OsP_lp4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z5YfeK9rnHk/s1600-h/Favenguivig.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376680789753046914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sp3OsP_lp4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z5YfeK9rnHk/s400/Favenguivig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (That's a pic of me and my six string tonight (9.1.09)... OH! And my swollen jaw (from dental work yesterday)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm coming back... Soon... I promise. Let me just say a lil' something though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Be careful who you call your FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I consider myself to be a 'friendly' person... I like to laugh but moreover, I like to make OTHERS laugh. There's nothing like the sound of joy. Nothing... Let's not confuse the issue though. Just because we are laughing together, doesn't mean that you're my 'friend'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have a HANDFUL of true friends. Literally like 5! I know many people and surround myself w/ many aquaintances. To your eye, they look like they've known me for years. Truthfully, they have no clue as to my inner workings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lately, a few of the 'aquaintances' that were becoming true friends, have let me down. They've shown themselves to be opportunistic and flaky. The details of the situation are unimportant...  I just wanted to say... please know who your real friends are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-4329875416973823890?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4329875416973823890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4329875416973823890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4329875416973823890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4329875416973823890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-friends.html' title='Your Friends...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sp3OsP_lp4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z5YfeK9rnHk/s72-c/Favenguivig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8896747075784853576</id><published>2009-08-14T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:24:18.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I suppose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>... Guess who's in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SoYONmV0N1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cNSET8hr49U/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369995232479033170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SoYONmV0N1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cNSET8hr49U/s400/Picture+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;... not me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I feel like all my friends/family/aquaintances/dogs in the neighborhood/birds and locusts are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;... bastards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They're all in love or falling there... or getting married.... or having a baby ( Jim (exie) had his a couple of days ago)... They're writing about love and bragging about romance and kissing and holding hands and cuddling and UGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;... I am so frustrated ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Not that I'm NOT in love... that I don't CARE TO BE in love!! Like...I miss companionship... and I've tried to FORCE myself into caring and feeling for someone... and I don't. Nope. Not one Iota... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Definitely... I am realizing that I am a completely different person in this realm of my life than I have ever been. Not wide eyed. Not eager. Guarded. Icy even. not myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Meds? Could be. I've restarted my A.D.D meds ( about a month ago )... and asked for Depression meds... because things for me were getting a little too... ummm... dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's astonishing how you can fool people... You'd never guess what's really going on in someone's head if they gave you a smile and a laugh. You can't see a slow death when it's veiled in a vibrant living front... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So anyway... Everyone's in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;... yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*bastards*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&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/7178648587491400325-8896747075784853576?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8896747075784853576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8896747075784853576&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8896747075784853576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8896747075784853576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-whos-in-love.html' title='... Guess who&apos;s in love...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SoYONmV0N1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cNSET8hr49U/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3090191046856535541</id><published>2009-08-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:33:38.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strong black man'/><title type='text'>**Ain't We Lucky WE Got 'Em**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionheaven.co.uk/goodtimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.televisionheaven.co.uk/goodtimes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm sure every one of us has watched "Good Times" and laughed, cried (when James died), or scoffed at the outlandishness of J.J... But yesterday, I as I lay in bed watching the dynamic of the Evans family... I was touched... by 'James'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!... Not by John Amos, the actor that PLAYED James Evans... but by the man or character that he was... In the episode that I was watching, James had been offered a place in the apprenticeship that would pay him more money that he'd ever made ( 4.20hrly).  He was so excited to finally be able to do for his family that he dressed in his Sunday's best (or his 'goin' to a funeral clothes' as Florida called them), and ordered Florida to buy the best food, drink, and party favors that thier RENT MONEY could buy... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mentalfloss.cachefly.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://mentalfloss.cachefly.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/amos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make a long story short, he got to the office only to find that a mistake in the computer caused them to show him 10 years younger than he actually was, and subsequently made him TOO OLD for the apprentice program... so he didn't get the job... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSTEAD of going home and griping and whining about WOE IS ME and THE MAN IS KEEPING ME DOWN he proceeded to tell his wife... who then SUPPORTED him and told him as long as they had family, and they were happy, that they'd make it (I'll speak on this in a bit)... James found a side job to get the money that he'd wasted on the party... and that was that... SCUFFLED to make ends meet for his fam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO ME... James Evans is the epitome of what a black father should be. YES! He was BROKE ... but he provided for his family by ANY means necessary ( being a dishwasher, car wash attendant, etc).  He held onto his role as a strong black patriarch of their family and ruled with a stern, yet loving hand. James is supportive of his wife and in turn, gets her support... If I find a James Evans... my search is over... period. Broke or not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for Florida in this episode, it showed me that we should recognize when our men are TRYING to do well... Let's praise and encourage them for what they're DOING and stop downing them for what they're NOT doing... I mean if they're TRULY trying to better themselves... let's be behind them :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aight...I'm off my James Evans High Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3090191046856535541?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3090191046856535541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3090191046856535541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3090191046856535541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3090191046856535541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-we-lucky-we-got-em.html' title='**Ain&apos;t We Lucky WE Got &apos;Em**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7962012808075101800</id><published>2009-07-05T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:32:52.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m coming'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Almost back...&lt;br /&gt;I sooooooo wanna write a blog tonight... but I just downed a 'night night' pill and a bit of rum... so I don't expect to be on this side of consciousness for very much longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SOOO much blog catching up to do ( reading your entries, commenting, and writing my own)... I promise to get it done... I thank the 2 new readers I've gained in my absence and the 40 that I had before this hiatus began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I have anything interesting to update... It's just that I miss spouting my ridiculousness on here... and hearing your input...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very soon... I shall return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuvs ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7962012808075101800?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7962012808075101800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7962012808075101800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7962012808075101800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7962012808075101800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-3215957540852754345</id><published>2009-06-19T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:13:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Jae... It's ya Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SjvjRNEZ7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xnCCu34mg-M/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_225-788573.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SjvjRNEZ7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xnCCu34mg-M/s320/0_IMAGE_225-788573.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118867138014946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(that is the back of my cubicle today... :-) &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be back soon... still getting settled in (Painting and such...) Today is my 27th birthday.... so I thought I&amp;#39;d take a pause for the cause...:-) &lt;p&gt;Hope u all are well...I&amp;#39;ll be back to blogging soon :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3215957540852754345?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3215957540852754345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3215957540852754345&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3215957540852754345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3215957540852754345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-jae-its-ya-birthday.html' title='Go Jae... It&apos;s ya Birthday...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SjvjRNEZ7uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xnCCu34mg-M/s72-c/0_IMAGE_225-788573.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4015499404419596169</id><published>2009-06-03T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:10:05.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time After Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought it healed all wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left behind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old wound'/><title type='text'>**If These Walls Could Talk **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SicdC4tgyxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-7fXQZaTeTA/s1600-h/memory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343271418318605074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SicdC4tgyxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-7fXQZaTeTA/s200/memory.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... So I'm still packing... but I needed to take a second to really 'feel' what I'm feeling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes, these walls are just a shelter... but what secrets have their service held? When it's just you and the walls... what do you whisper... How have the plaster and paint watched you grow? Die? Really live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... The picture above will seem like two holes in bathroom plaster and a broken towel rod to everyone... But to me, they hold a story. These holes are from passionate repose... a moment of temporary insanity when I felt like the strength of those screws could withstand the full force of my pull as I vied for leverage to show my love... take that to mean what you will... but we see who won the battle... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... Within these walls I taught my daughter to read...Dressed her for her first day of school... Fell in love... spent countless nights with the love of my life... lost him.... watched the death of our love as it wilted behind his eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... The paint smells of him... faintly... somewhere well beneath the human sense of smell... He lingers in my carpet... he exists w/ me here... in this space... our love and what was real 'once upon a time'... is still lives here... in these fibers...between these studs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... By this time next week, I'll be in a new place... new paint... new carpet... no memories there for me... only new adventures to be had... and here... new carpet will be rolled and tacked... new paint slathered over old... shredded and thrown to the trash-heap will be my secrets... My love... My past... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&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/7178648587491400325-4015499404419596169?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4015499404419596169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4015499404419596169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4015499404419596169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4015499404419596169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-these-walls-could-talk.html' title='**If These Walls Could Talk **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SicdC4tgyxI/AAAAAAAAALw/-7fXQZaTeTA/s72-c/memory.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8952878130042650260</id><published>2009-05-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:06:52.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacay'/><title type='text'>**OK!! Sorry I've NEGLECTED my blogging but...**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm BACCCCCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SiKcTL85BPI/AAAAAAAAALo/knrRuefz-iI/s1600-h/Panama+City+Beach+Day+2+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342003961454462194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SiKcTL85BPI/AAAAAAAAALo/knrRuefz-iI/s200/Panama+City+Beach+Day+2+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; (That's a pic of my little one blowing bubbles on the beach beside our condo in PCB at sunset...) Probably my FAVORITE pic of the vacay(yes, she has on a life vest... those waves were crazy)) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just got home from Panama City Beach!! I had SUCH a blast!!! Pictures to come... promise! I was there for 8 days so there are TONS of pics... i'll just pick a precious few... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I won't be back to blogging FULL FORCE until NEXT week... maybe! I am STILL in the process of MOVING... Now it's the Nth hour!!! LOL Last day in this apt is a WEEK from today... Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway.. hope all my readers are well.. I've missed reading your comments... and I PROMISE to make the blog rounds and read ALL of your updates and comment!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Have a great rest of the weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;~Jae&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/7178648587491400325-8952878130042650260?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8952878130042650260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8952878130042650260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8952878130042650260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8952878130042650260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-sorry-ive-neglected-my-blogging-but.html' title='**OK!! Sorry I&apos;ve NEGLECTED my blogging but...**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SiKcTL85BPI/AAAAAAAAALo/knrRuefz-iI/s72-c/Panama+City+Beach+Day+2+126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-763689089065080351</id><published>2009-05-22T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:36:05.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entranced.....</title><content type='html'>...sorry I haven&amp;#39;t written in a while.... Super busy with moving and such... Right now I&amp;#39;m on my way to Panama City Beach...  ** I just turned to my right and looked out the window... Immediately, I was entranced by the moon and stars... U know what happened next...**  Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-763689089065080351?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/763689089065080351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=763689089065080351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/763689089065080351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/763689089065080351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/entranced.html' title='Entranced.....'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8124017598542351317</id><published>2009-05-10T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:37:09.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Lonliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SgePVQWhIRI/AAAAAAAAALg/Rh82BtD9H6g/s1600-h/IMAGE_055-729173.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SgePVQWhIRI/AAAAAAAAALg/Rh82BtD9H6g/s320/IMAGE_055-729173.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389878973079826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These lonely nights are weighing on me...&lt;p&gt;** As I lay in my bed after a beautiful Mother&amp;#39;s Day with my mom and my daughter, still I feel a void. This big queen sized bed only serves to UNDERLINE the fact that I have no one with which to share my experience.&lt;p&gt;** But then I begin to think... &amp;#39;This spot beside me could easily be filled. QUICKLY! A warm body is really only 10 digits away.&amp;#39; The space could be taken... but the void would still exist. I want more.&lt;p&gt;** Play fight with me and nuzzle me close. Kiss my shoulder when we&amp;#39;re spooning and whisper that you &amp;#39; love me &amp;#39;. Hold me tight without making me wonder when your leaving or making my skin crawl... Be mine. Not for now... Not for the night... Not for a while... but for always... :-) &lt;p&gt;** So I change my orientation on the sheets... diagonal with these long legs scissored... I hold the space for the one who has my heart... the one I&amp;#39;m being choosey for... The one who hates the lonliness, but will find the pay off well worth the pain... &lt;p&gt;** I hold the space for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8124017598542351317?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8124017598542351317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8124017598542351317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8124017598542351317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8124017598542351317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-lonliness.html' title='This Lonliness'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SgePVQWhIRI/AAAAAAAAALg/Rh82BtD9H6g/s72-c/IMAGE_055-729173.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4132247050355716613</id><published>2009-05-08T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:15:11.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Cop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pulled over'/><title type='text'>So I got a ticket today... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zombiechatter.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/speeding-ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zombiechatter.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/speeding-ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Soooo... I got a ticket today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nope. Not a SPEEDING Ticket... a ticket for expired registration tags. LMAO!!!! (Let me say first that, here in KY, This is a FREE ticket. That means... all I have to do is show that I've rectified the problem... no court costs... no nothing)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I went to get my toesies done ... and as I was leaving the nail salon, I notice TWO coppers sitting in a parking lot about 1/8 mile away from me. They were parked with one facing one way and the other parked another way ( kinda like an auto 69'er)... looked like they were talking... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WELL!! I get in my car... and attempt to go the LONG way around so that I don't pass them, and they start to pull out... one going ONE way, one going the other. They basically had peeped my tags and were waiting for WHOMEVER owned that car to come out... lol I was TRAPPED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So anyway, I live like walking distance from the nail salon, and I knew that if I got into my parkingplace I'd be homefree... They were on my tail... but I sped into the parking lot and then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;... BLUE LIGHTS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DAMN IT!!! They've got me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sooooooo I pull over... right in FRONT of my apartment... and the cop pulls up... he's snickering a bit... I'm snickering too... because we BOTH know why he pulled me over... He said,"Ummm ma'am... Did you know your tags were expired? " I look at him... girlishly and say, "Yes, They've been expired for quite sometime."... He laughs a little... I hand him my license and proof of insurance... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;... He comes back... hands me my ticket... and I mosey on up to my parking spot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;... What I've failed to tell you is... my tags expired LAST year. June 2008. I have been riding on expired tags for the period of 1 year... and managed to evade the police the entire time...until now... Otherwise I'm legal! But tags... no go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It worked for me! People see that your tags are expired for a year, they think you have NO insurance... They get off your ass... But I DO! I have Progressive... pay that shit religiously EVERY MONTH! Gooood insurance...but you don't know that. You just assume ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;... So I have 30 days to get my tags... and I have a choice... Either I can get them before MAY ends and just pay for LAST YEARS tags... or.. I can get them in JUNE and get both last years and this years... I have the chance to start this whole evasion game all over again... hmmm... Decisions... decisions... lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-4132247050355716613?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4132247050355716613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4132247050355716613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4132247050355716613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4132247050355716613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-got-ticket-today-lol.html' title='So I got a ticket today... lol'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2646996214771105030</id><published>2009-05-07T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:03:47.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rituals'/><title type='text'>I have this thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I have this thing that I do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;At first, it was intentional... something that I did to make myself feel better about the way that I thought about 'him'.  I always want to make sure my feelings are clear... but that's hard to do miles and miles and miles away...but I always find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... let me say this first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some of the thoughts that I have and the beliefs that I subscribe to are completely OUTLANDISH!!! I recognize that... But they can best be described as 'coping' mechanisms.  What are a few of these weird beliefs? Ok, I won't pass a "white" vehicle if it's in front of me... Something in me associates the color 'white' with God and thinks that this vehicle is safeguarding me from something bad that may happen up ahead. When he's driving I stay a decent distance behind and WILL NOT pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Also, I think that watching a helium balloon float into oblivion, somehow opens the soul... It does something to me... and no matter WHAT is going on around me... I will stop, and watch... until I can't see it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The last one is the one that most directly applies to this blog... I believe that the stars and the moon are tiny microphones into heaven.  When I pray, I look directly into a star (if I am able), and speak directly to God.  I pray just like you guys do... but to me, I'm nuzzled right into his ear when I'm on the 'mic'.... It makes me feel like it's all clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;... Tonight... As I was closing my windows and preparing for bed, I looked up into the moon and asked God to let 'Him' know that I love him still. That I always will... I prayed that God would keep him safe and happy, and that life would give him all the great things he deserved... I prayed for him. As I always do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Everytime I see the moon...  I pray the same prayer... the stars are for everyone else... but the moon belongs to him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This brings to mind a line from a Tyler Perry Movie... " I know I love you because I pray for you more than I pray for myself. ".... I do. That's how I know that I TRULY loved and love him.  That has changed. The manner of love I can give... But I love him. Even as one day I will marry another. Even as he moves on and builds his family. Even as our paths begin to diverge.... I love him still... on some level... I believe I always will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-2646996214771105030?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2646996214771105030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2646996214771105030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2646996214771105030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2646996214771105030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-this-thing.html' title='I have this thing...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-1265763382764330881</id><published>2009-05-06T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:02:57.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stereotype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><title type='text'>Oprah and KFC *Your Thought*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel about this?  Do you feel that it was structured properly?  What did you do w/your " coupon "? Did you even print one? How did you like the Chicken??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.... My answers to those....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel that this was a vehicle that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; gone down a PHENOMENAL path, instead its taken a turn that it shouldn't have. This was an opportunity for us to help those less fortunate (yes, I'm taking it there.)... the FIRST thing I thought about this when I heard was, " Wow... I wanna print off a bunch and give them to the homeless!"... (well, actually when I FIRST heard, I thought it was a hoax (text message))... They've DISABLED this. You WERE able to print as many as you'd like. Now, they've found a way to restrict it to one per computer... I've not even tried because that's ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GRANTED, this was probably done to combat greed w/n the offer... but they should have thought it out BETTER before putting it forth. Don't change the game in the middle... Keep it as it was... Some people had already handed out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mannnnnnny&lt;/span&gt; of these, when they found out that there is NOW a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bar code&lt;/span&gt; that can be scanned and will only accept ONE coupon w/ that bar (not sure how accurate this is)... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; there may be many homeless people out there w/ coupons that will be TURNED AWAY for the hot meal that they've anticipated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.... Yawn... I'm tired of talking about it... But I was also a little perturbed that OPRAH was associated with this... Can we say Perpetuating a stereotype? Ugh... That's like George Lopez coming out in support of unlimited taco's from Taco Bell... :sigh:  I hear ya... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Helpin&lt;/span&gt;' people... but...let's do it ALL the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-1265763382764330881?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/1265763382764330881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=1265763382764330881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1265763382764330881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1265763382764330881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/05/oprah-and-kfc-your-thought.html' title='Oprah and KFC *Your Thought*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3214444211664561470</id><published>2009-04-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:51:56.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rise Above'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pigeonholed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be more'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do More'/><title type='text'>*Use 'Black' words...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Facetious.&lt;br /&gt;(adj)\fə-ˈ&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sē&lt;/span&gt;-shəs\&lt;br /&gt;1 : joking or jesting often inappropriately : waggish &lt;just&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : meant to be humorous or funny : not serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*** This evening, while speaking with one of my good 'net' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;, I used this word just in casual conversation. The next typed entry was " Could you please use a "BLACK" word?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked WHAT a 'Black' word was and why was it necessary to degrade our race by implying that all things 'intelligent' were NON-BLACK? For whatever reason that angered me a bit because I'm OFTEN told that I don't speak the way "BLACK PEOPLE" should (or are expected). I use large words in speaking ( not here because I just don't... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), and think NOTHING of it only expecting that the people I speak w/ will understand. It's nothing for me to throw 'unequivocally' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surreptitiously&lt;/span&gt;' into casual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;... that's just the way that I speak!!! Not BLACK, not WHITE, not ASIAN... Just Jae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE!!! We REALLY have to start associating ourselves and our race (whatever race you may be) w/ positivity!!!  Don't play INTO the stereotypes!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt; people. Speak in the way that you'd like to be perceived!! You can have DIFFERENT manners of speaking w/ different PEOPLE but don't allow yourself to be PIGEONHOLED into what others EXPECT from your (race).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ugh. I adore my homie-- but that got all up underneath my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**facetious isn't even a big word! lol**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3214444211664561470?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3214444211664561470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3214444211664561470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3214444211664561470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3214444211664561470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/use-black-words.html' title='*Use &apos;Black&apos; words...*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7240583298577659149</id><published>2009-04-27T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:01:41.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Witherspoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She&apos;s a hoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HARVARD educated ho'/><title type='text'>**John Witherspoon imparts some wisdom**</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RX7-wAO4qGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RX7-wAO4qGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;John Withersppon is the SHIT! LMAO!! One of the funniest dudes ALIVE... and reminds me SOO MUCH of my dad... lmaoooo MEN, you better LISTEN TO HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This shit is hilarious...&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/7178648587491400325-7240583298577659149?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7240583298577659149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7240583298577659149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7240583298577659149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7240583298577659149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-witherspoon-imparts-some-wisdom.html' title='**John Witherspoon imparts some wisdom**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-5691907453144831555</id><published>2009-04-26T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:09:39.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Advocating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possibly twisted'/><title type='text'>** Do we all REALLY have them? **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/1625069243_a805064e70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/1625069243_a805064e70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;** Let me start by saying,  I do not CONDONE, Advocate for, or believe that it is ok to RAPE someone.** "No!" means "NO!", unless "No!' means "Harder/Faster/Deeper/Rougher/etc"... In which case a 'code word' should be put forth... In THAT CASE, "Asparagus/Banana/Gypsy/Onomonopeia/Grandma/Uncle Ned" or any word NONSEXUAL word of your choosing, means "No!"...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--on w/ the blogging--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've heard it said many times that MOST women have, or have at one time had, a 'rape' fantasy(meaning they envision themselves being taken [seemingly] against their will by a lover. This may include bondage, light violence, name calling, etc).  I was just wondering... is this true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I, myself have found the 'agressive lover' to find it's way into my psyche MANY times. Often, I've wondered what it means?! Do i want someone to rough me up? Do i want to just lose control? Why do I want to be 'taken'?  Who knows... but to me, it's hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What do you think it means when women have the 'rape fantasy' scenerio play out?  If it just fun playtime? Or potientially dangerous?  Is this a misunderstanding waiting to happen?  What are some funny 'code words' that you could use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-5691907453144831555?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5691907453144831555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5691907453144831555&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5691907453144831555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5691907453144831555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-we-all-really-have-them.html' title='** Do we all REALLY have them? **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/1625069243_a805064e70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4383967623283636070</id><published>2009-04-25T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:47:34.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You know what I want'/><title type='text'>*... But your door is closed*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMwXCeBZSqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMwXCeBZSqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2k9's Rico Suave... lmaoooooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-4383967623283636070?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4383967623283636070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4383967623283636070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4383967623283636070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4383967623283636070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-your-door-is-closed.html' title='*... But your door is closed*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7549466745672252736</id><published>2009-04-24T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:19:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Yeah! Theres a fucking Manager!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SfIQ3KemGEI/AAAAAAAAALY/lZmJ34u5uII/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_193-796827.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SfIQ3KemGEI/AAAAAAAAALY/lZmJ34u5uII/s320/0_IMAGE_193-796827.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339849024247874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Those are the words spoken by a EMPLOYEE at Fazoli&amp;#39;s here in Louisville, KY....&lt;p&gt;*These are the words that almost cost me bail money and a court appearance... Almost had me leave my non-violent demeanor and reach over the counter and FUCKING HER UP!&lt;p&gt;my girls and I were on our lunch break...already late because I had to go Alllllll the way across town to get some new hair (lol)...RUSHING through FAZOLI&amp;#39;S to get our lunch (and the lunch of fiddy other people that overheard our lunch plans and decided to get in where they fit in... (hate that))...&lt;p&gt;The joint was packed but we managed to get through the line in enough time to make it back to work w/o being late (we thought)... all we needed was our grilled chicken club salad....&lt;p&gt;..... 2 minutes. No salad.&lt;br&gt;3 minutes, 4 customers who were originally behind us served. No salad.&lt;br&gt;..... 5 minutes. No salad&lt;br&gt;10 minutes. High blood pressure looming... No. Fucking. Salad!&lt;p&gt;ok... so we&amp;#39;re being patient but... in our patience, we notice the little broad who packages the meals and brings them over, having an attitude issue. She&amp;#39;s craning her neck and talking smigity smack under her breath yet loud enough for us to hear...&lt;p&gt;In the course of our waiting, I may have said (very politely), &amp;#39; Seriously!?! Does it take that long to make a salad?!&amp;#39;. This comment was OBVIOUSLY not meant towards her because she&amp;#39;s only responsible for the closing and packaging of the meals... &lt;p&gt;TELL ME WHY this broad says (to he little co-worker friend), &amp;#39;I swear if they say ONE MORE FUCKING THING [About that salad].... &lt;p&gt;My MOUTH hit the floor! I said, to my girls &amp;#39; I wonder if theres a manager here!?&amp;#39; She said, &amp;#39;Yeah there&amp;#39;s a fucking manager here!&amp;#39; ( still talking to her friend )... I said &amp;#39; GO GET HIM NOWWW!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt; so I telll the manager and he pulled her off the floor immediately!!&lt;br&gt; This BITCH almost got dealt with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7549466745672252736?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7549466745672252736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7549466745672252736&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7549466745672252736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7549466745672252736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-theres-fucking-manager.html' title='&apos;Yeah! Theres a fucking Manager!&apos;'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SfIQ3KemGEI/AAAAAAAAALY/lZmJ34u5uII/s72-c/0_IMAGE_193-796827.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6661692322781008327</id><published>2009-04-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:55:09.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move it girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love with a woman'/><title type='text'>*I'm in LOVE w/ her... *</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DB68uscAXwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DB68uscAXwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, I'm only posting THIS one because it's the only one it would let me EMBED... BUT Look @ the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga4SjxwIEGk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hiproll-Rayray"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by her (you won't regret it... promise)... I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOo in love w/ this girl... her personality (in these vids) is so cute... and ummm... this is EXACTLY the body I'd want (doesn't have to be hard... just cuteeee!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love how she moves her body... and has real SKILL-- and JAY! She's 20... so don't give me the kiddie porn shit! LMAO... I've watched EVERYONE of her vids... but seriously can't get enough of the 'hip roll' one... ::sigh::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7178648587491400325-6661692322781008327?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6661692322781008327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6661692322781008327&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6661692322781008327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6661692322781008327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-w-her.html' title='*I&apos;m in LOVE w/ her... *'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-210322865477599974</id><published>2009-04-22T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:41:37.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're wrecking my flow [BITCH]!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Se86sTfKj2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/_3bpu9dm_GM/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_190-797344.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Se86sTfKj2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/_3bpu9dm_GM/s320/0_IMAGE_190-797344.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327541417022230370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;**I have road rage. I can admit it! But my thing is I only rage out within the parameters of my car... I have only followed someone ONCE (I know, stupid move that could&amp;#39;ve gotten me murderlized.) , and I have YET to actually get out of the car in anger. &lt;p&gt;The THING IS, I have a long morning/evening commute, that I use as &amp;#39;ME&amp;#39; time. Alllllll I want is for U Not to wreck my fucking flow! This bastard ass SUV pulls out in the MIDDLE (turning) Lane and PROCEEDS TO DRIVE!!!!! i&amp;#39;m talking about the SUICIDE lane (not sure what they&amp;#39;re called where U are.).  you&amp;#39;re supposed to pull out there.. and WAIT for an opening... not DRIVE!!!!!&lt;p&gt;SO THIS MUH-FLUCKER is driving BESIDE me in the SUICIDE lane and trying to boguard his way over!! I&amp;#39;m LAYYYYYYYYING on my horn and not letting up... I finally let him over but CONTINUE to lay on the horn.... &lt;p&gt;Son of a TRICK.... wrecked my ENTIRE morning flow... beeotch ass beep-stard. Ugh... &lt;p&gt;lol (ok, I&amp;#39;m done Exhaling)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-210322865477599974?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/210322865477599974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=210322865477599974&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/210322865477599974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/210322865477599974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-wrecking-my-flow-bitch.html' title='You&apos;re wrecking my flow [BITCH]!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Se86sTfKj2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/_3bpu9dm_GM/s72-c/0_IMAGE_190-797344.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-5764443004065477134</id><published>2009-04-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:36:45.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excuse me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch in line with no manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhale'/><title type='text'>**JUST SAY EXCUSE ME [BITCH!]!!!! **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://christph.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 422px;" src="http://christph.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;OK... Let me set the scene... I'm in the "U-SCAN" like @ Kroger... TRYING to get my junk scanned and out the door in time to get my kiddo from daycare... The broad in front of me is DONE... HOWEVER... The chick at the "U-SCAN" in front of ME is still scanning HER stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The broad in front of me has moved forward and out from in front of the U-SCAN w/ her cart and groceries but is just STANDING there because she can't get past the lady in the other U-Scan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;... Hence, she's STILL in my bubble while I'm scanning.... (ok, before anyone says anything... She had moved far enough away from ME that I could still scan and it was evident that she was trying to leave... so I didn't PREMATURELY whip out my Chicken and start scanning...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;... THIS BROAD JUST STANDS THERE!!!.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm in my head SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMING @ her... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"JUST SAY EXCUSE ME BITCH!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But yet... still minding my own business and scanning... She SQUEEEEEZES her ass past the lady w/o even acknowledging that she was in her space! WHAT?! Not a peep from her in her insanity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ME, myself, I say 'EXCUSE ME' alot! If I'm in your bubble (and it's unavoidable), If I bump you, if I need to get past, if I say something out of the way, as well as other instances... I have NEVER understood why people REFUSE to say 'Excuse me'!!! It URKS me to no END!!! Especially the people in the [grocery, book, clothing] store that will just STAND AND LURK behind you until you move.  ALL IT TAKES IS FOR YOU TO SAY EXCUSE ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... LMAO! Whew... ok, I feel better... I've exhaled... lmao... Just say fucking excuse me people... Seriously... Two words... is that too much to ask?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;... ok, I'm really done now. lmao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; *Sorry for the profanity.... I'm making a concious effort NOT to censor myself in my writing... I try not to offend... but this is how I speak sometimes... lmao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-5764443004065477134?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5764443004065477134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5764443004065477134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5764443004065477134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5764443004065477134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-say-excuse-me-bitch.html' title='**JUST SAY EXCUSE ME [BITCH!]!!!! **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8826018019612935271</id><published>2009-04-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:33:30.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big girls need love too'/><title type='text'>**Dating Plus Sized Women**</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PtVgOu3YTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PtVgOu3YTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I found this on YouTube... and w/ me being a 'big girl', it interested me. He gives an unbiased view on this subject, and really just breaks it down. Give it a gander.&lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-8826018019612935271?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8826018019612935271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8826018019612935271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8826018019612935271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8826018019612935271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-plus-sized-women.html' title='**Dating Plus Sized Women**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-9071312366469405279</id><published>2009-04-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:29:28.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchslap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get the fck off of me'/><title type='text'>* I used to LIKE going out??!!*</title><content type='html'>...Just woke up after a long night out w/ my friends...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I used to LIKE going out to the club!!! Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've just outgrown the club scene. Something about strangers hunching on my booty doesn't appeal to me anymore... lmaooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- oh well.. hope you guys are having a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-9071312366469405279?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/9071312366469405279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=9071312366469405279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9071312366469405279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9071312366469405279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-like-going-out.html' title='* I used to LIKE going out??!!*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7623829087749568861</id><published>2009-04-15T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:01:33.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To each their own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross dressing mayor'/><title type='text'>*Could you at least TRY!!??!?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXZe1b4Fvzo/SRZ-VPf-bHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vO3jWNpTZo0/s400/STU.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXZe1b4Fvzo/SRZ-VPf-bHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vO3jWNpTZo0/s400/STU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; OK! I'm all about equality and tolerance. I am one of those people who believes that people who are homosexual should be allowed to marry. If you're a cross-dresser, that's on YOU! I will not judge... HOWEVER... Could you at least TRY look like a real woman?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is a picture of Stu Rasmussen, the first crossdressing mayor. I mean, he wasn't a "looker" previously... but as a WOMAN he's HIDEOUS! I mean, a little makeup please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iconocast.com/B000000000000093/U9/News1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://www.iconocast.com/B000000000000093/U9/News1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok... maybe he has on a little rouge in this pic... But... it's disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just watched an interview where he stated "I'm a hetero-sexual man under here."... My thinking is, what is the mindset of a woman who wants to be w/ a man who at ANY TIME you could catch in your drawers and heels?! (wait... bad example (lol)).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;At some point, should there be a LINE drawn w/ who we choose to represent us in public office?  I mean, I have a dress code @ my job... and I can't come in there looking like a goth or rainbow bright... But this guy's a MAYOR! What you do in your private time is cool... but when you're IN THE PUBLIC eye and representing the people you HAVE to rein it in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dude doesn't even try to change his voice... I'm talkin deep baratone coming out of that face. DIS-TUR-BING. &lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-7623829087749568861?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7623829087749568861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7623829087749568861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7623829087749568861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7623829087749568861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-you-at-least-try.html' title='*Could you at least TRY!!??!?*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXZe1b4Fvzo/SRZ-VPf-bHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vO3jWNpTZo0/s72-c/STU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2756219000744229153</id><published>2009-04-14T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:30:11.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>*Closer*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hilliardgallery.com/images/artist_profiles/41/thumbs/ex-boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://www.hilliardgallery.com/images/artist_profiles/41/thumbs/ex-boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna keep it short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to exie this evening. It felt GREAT!! Like talked on the PHONE. Haven't heard his voice since July. We talked about my life, his life. The new baby on the way. His girlfriend. Our good times, our bad times. It made me feel great. I feel closer to him... as my friend... but more distanced as his lover. which is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss him.I love him. Glad to have him in my life. Even as just my friend. He is one of my best friends. If not THE best [male] friend. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-2756219000744229153?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2756219000744229153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2756219000744229153&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2756219000744229153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2756219000744229153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/closer.html' title='*Closer*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3961730538978409923</id><published>2009-04-12T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:38:55.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>* An Easter Peep-show *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3351_1031577919535_1528013543_30080305_741162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3351_1031577919535_1528013543_30080305_741162_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3351_1031577919535_1528013543_30080305_741162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope your easter was wonderful! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter Readers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/7178648587491400325-3961730538978409923?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3961730538978409923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3961730538978409923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3961730538978409923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3961730538978409923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-peep-show.html' title='* An Easter Peep-show *'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-5032264512324742805</id><published>2009-04-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:29:09.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it or hate it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time consumption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new goal'/><title type='text'>**My New Obsession... My D.A.D-D*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sd6uLJOKNpI/AAAAAAAAALI/yakoSiQAwqU/s1600-h/IMG000122.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322883316075607698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sd6uLJOKNpI/AAAAAAAAALI/yakoSiQAwqU/s400/IMG000122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here you see ME w/ my new obsession.. My guitar that I refer to my D.A.D-D (Dumb Ass Dude Demonstration). Why? Because he's allllllways being play'd ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhooo... I got it yesterday and already I've almost learned 'Hey There Delilah' (playing) by the Plain White T's.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm SO in love w/ my guitar... love it! I sing... so this is the natural next step right? I'm teaching myself and have played tonight for about 4hrs... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep ya updated... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... you guys have any new obsessions?&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/7178648587491400325-5032264512324742805?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5032264512324742805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5032264512324742805&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5032264512324742805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5032264512324742805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-obsession-my-dad-d.html' title='**My New Obsession... My D.A.D-D*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sd6uLJOKNpI/AAAAAAAAALI/yakoSiQAwqU/s72-c/IMG000122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-5580730431342297233</id><published>2009-04-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:08:44.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pole dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iSUPPORT'/><title type='text'>*Strippers/Pole Dancing*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sIBvwNdG7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sIBvwNdG7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;iSupport pole dancing. This video is probably not of the BEST pole dancer... and I'm SURE alot of you have seen better... But the things she does makes it look like she'd DEFYING GRAVITY!  It's like mezmerizing... She's not hot to me... this is not SEXUAL at all (my facination w/ this vid)... but just the way she's swinging on that pole is banana's... Imagine the kind of ATHLETICISM you have to have to be able to control your body that way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ya kno... I always said (and get ready to judge me... ) If I ever got skinny, or had a bomb ass body, I'd do at least ONE song in a strip club. I've always wanted to do it and I've always admired STRIPPING. I think that they're incharge of their sexuality and exude a RIDICULOUS amount of confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NOT ALL strippers are whores. Only the ones who CHOOSE that path. And I don't have a problem w/ them (until the undies come off...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What song would I strip to? Joi- Lick (playing now).  I've already planned for that. And my routine would be RIDICULOUS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fun fun fun. If I ever get that bangin' body... look for me in a strip joint near no one. lmao Doin' my thing and rockin' it like a... well... rockstar! lmaooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and then back to regular life..knowing I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(enter judgements...... now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;**What are some things that you'd like to do that perhaps, are taboo to others?**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&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/7178648587491400325-5580730431342297233?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5580730431342297233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5580730431342297233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5580730431342297233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5580730431342297233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/stripperspole-dancing.html' title='*Strippers/Pole Dancing*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7527686036851831234</id><published>2009-04-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:40:12.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just sayin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am random'/><title type='text'>**I am... **</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There are so many different facets to me. I'm sure the same is true for you. Sometimes the things that others see as "bad" traits, are the things that we, ourselves hold most closely and keep dear. So, everynow and again... I'll think about something that people see in me and deem "negative" and learn to love it even more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...I AM RANDOM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;One moment I may be discussing religion... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next I may be speaking of the best orgasm I've ever HEARD about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am able to discuss politics with people from BOTH sides of the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in the next breath, talk about my very REAL fear of Freddy Krueger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My thought process is so varied. I may have to go all around the block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;to the corner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and around the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just to reach what YOU have come to in a straight line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.D.D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is not just something that I CLAIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a very real part of who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am diagnosed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Did you know that Ben Fran&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;klin and Albert Einstein ALSO were thought to have this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DISORDER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So. Next time you're thinking your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. Your 1 plus 1 is 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll be all Neopolitan like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRAWBERRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on yo ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yep. I'm random.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;deal w/ or not...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Your Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**What are some things about YOU that others see as "faulty", and you just ADORE?! **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7527686036851831234?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7527686036851831234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7527686036851831234&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7527686036851831234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7527686036851831234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am.html' title='**I am... **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3465841878190870828</id><published>2009-04-05T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:45:06.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga is Scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just say no'/><title type='text'>*Puh puh puh Poe-ker fayce!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sdkl6AO-eRI/AAAAAAAAALA/zOpPQrLciBU/s1600-h/IMG000090.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321326113140406546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sdkl6AO-eRI/AAAAAAAAALA/zOpPQrLciBU/s320/IMG000090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ~~HAHAHA~~ This is my POE-KER FAYCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*This song got me thinking... HOW LONG do you have to hold your poker face in a new relationship? How long do you need to wait before you reveal your true feelings (if you're enamored w/ your beau)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am the kind that doesn't play games (ok that may seem strange to say given previous blogs (LOL)). When I like you, I like you to know. I don't like to leave anything to chance. But the thing is... There is DEFINITELY a time when it's too soon to let on that you like someone... Like when it could be scary... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never wanna seem too eager in a new 'situation'. So... Tell me, how long do you hold your Puh puh puh poe ker fayce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7178648587491400325-3465841878190870828?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3465841878190870828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3465841878190870828&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3465841878190870828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3465841878190870828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/puh-puh-puh-poe-ker-fayce.html' title='*Puh puh puh Poe-ker fayce!**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sdkl6AO-eRI/AAAAAAAAALA/zOpPQrLciBU/s72-c/IMG000090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7012156593753327305</id><published>2009-04-03T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:52:35.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>*Share Your Thoughts w/ Me*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nick-haworth.com/images/Deep%20Thought.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px" alt="" src="http://nick-haworth.com/images/Deep%20Thought.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share with me some of your weirdly deep thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Do you ever just find yourself, out of the blue, contemplating the reality of YOUR life (not the meaning of life in general, but why YOU were put here.)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Do you ever think about the reason that someone was put into your path? A past lover? Friend? Someone who you knew previously but then lost touch with who, despite their disappearance, continues to have a [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-linked] influence on your world (i.e you met your husband through them? You had a relationship w/ them that made financing your home easier? They put you onto a job where you've excelled?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;* I am someone who thinks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OVERTHINKS&lt;/span&gt; everything. I think about traffic. Like, Yes, this car pulled out in front of me and made me angry as hell BUT, what if it hadn't and there was an accident up ahead that I would have been involved in had that car NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intervened&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--It's crazy. I think of things like this all the time. Like... What if I'd taken that right instead of the left? What if I had gone to lunch HERE instead of THERE? Wonder how the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; of decisions can change the entire course of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- On the day that I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exie&lt;/span&gt;, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacillating&lt;/span&gt; between going to lunch at " Dinner is Done " (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; here), and another place. I'd not ever been there, and someone suggested it. As I sat at the light where my decision HAD to be made, I turned my wheel towards the OTHER place, but suddenly jerked it back the other way and went to Dinner is Done. And I met Jim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;... I still blame that lady today that suggested it (jokingly of course)... But to me, it just goes to show how something that seems menial, could drastically alter your experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHARE W/ JAE!!!&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/7178648587491400325-7012156593753327305?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7012156593753327305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7012156593753327305&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7012156593753327305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7012156593753327305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/share-your-thoughts-w-me.html' title='*Share Your Thoughts w/ Me*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8639564499326977826</id><published>2009-04-02T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:49:14.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever i wanna do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>** And What Of It? **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.joyet.biz/images/Kitty%20Laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 656px" alt="" src="http://www.joyet.biz/images/Kitty%20Laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I like to laugh. I laugh so much sometimes that it's obnoxious. But guess what? I COULDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm happy... sometimes... usually. I wanna make others laugh. If you're around me... you're spending about 80% of your time laughing. Unless I just met you (and I'm shy), or we're engaging in business. In the business setting, you will only laugh about 60% of the time, but only at business related jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So what! I like to laugh. I don't take life TOO seriously. I am successful, a good mom, a great provider, and happy... alone... Ha! Ha..haha... Hahhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;... so I wanna laugh... and what of it!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(by the way exie told me today that he was having a boy.... and that he loved me... lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and to that I said... " Hahahahahahahahah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;see... told ya I like to laugh ;)&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/7178648587491400325-8639564499326977826?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8639564499326977826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8639564499326977826&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8639564499326977826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8639564499326977826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-what-of-it.html' title='** And What Of It? **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2502913207915051581</id><published>2009-03-31T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:25:21.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>**Uncle Tom**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SdKV3UWq50I/AAAAAAAAAKw/LJVOUqHjjl8/s1600-h/phone+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319478887467116354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SdKV3UWq50I/AAAAAAAAAKw/LJVOUqHjjl8/s400/phone+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; ... But on a serious note....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is a picture that I, myself, took. This was parked outside of the grocery store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;in the town where I live. My first reaction was OUTRAGE!!! HOW DARE some white man ( yes, the man that owned this vehicle was white (this was on the back of someone's trailer hitched to their truck)) call Barack Obama an "UNCLE TOM". **Note** This pic is from a few months ago. I just saw it in my phone and recalled the feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My second reaction was, WHERE THE HELL DO I LIVE?! As stated previously, this was OUTSIDE of the ONLY grocery store in my town. So now, I have to walk into this place and have whomever feels this way, looking at me thinking the same thing that they've written on their sign. It made be feel weird, uncomfortable, sad, and hurt. In this day and age, why don't people see how INAPPROPRIATE it is to voice their opinion in this way? I had to go into a discussion w/ my daughter about what an "uncle tom" was and why someone had such bad feelings for someone they don't know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;::sigh:: It is what it is I guess... You can't control the way that people feel or their actions. Only the way that you react. People are so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-2502913207915051581?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2502913207915051581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2502913207915051581&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2502913207915051581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2502913207915051581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-tom.html' title='**Uncle Tom**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SdKV3UWq50I/AAAAAAAAAKw/LJVOUqHjjl8/s72-c/phone+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7314842892136845981</id><published>2009-03-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:25:52.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cummming'/><title type='text'>** VIDEO BLOG**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**This is long... but here's the video blog... lmaooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="322" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=12721988&amp;amp;vid=4764981&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8079/82723035.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=12721988&amp;vid=4764981&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8079/82723035.jpeg&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7314842892136845981?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7314842892136845981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7314842892136845981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7314842892136845981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7314842892136845981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/video-blog.html' title='** VIDEO BLOG**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-5100674303898559096</id><published>2009-03-29T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:25:03.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='join me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming soon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><title type='text'>video blog coming soon. Subject will be...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm a raunchy girl.  Some define me as a GUYS girl... I hadn't really displayed that in my blogs previously (only mildly), for fear of offending people by speaking about overtly sexual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I finally realized I couldn't supress the beast (hence the "everything's starting to look like a..." blog.)  So from now on, I'm me. Cursing, crass, sexual inuendo, etc... love it or hate it... Thanks for following... but I don't wanna offend... If I ever speak on something that offends you... and you can't deal w/ it... I won't take it personally if you quit following ( but I will miss you dearly :(   )&lt;br /&gt;... THAT BEING SAID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog will be a video blog talking about several things that my guy friends and I have been discussing recently... including, but not limited to, "where do you want it", What next, Where is the line (of being gay/bi/straight), when is it ok to 'get it on' in a non-comitted relationship... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any input on these... I WELCOME it... if you wanna talk about anything else... lemme know... HEY! If you have Windows movie maker we could do a montage! You record your part. send it to me... and I'll SPLICE it together... it can be like a mini blog show... wooo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE MY GIRLS AT?! lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-5100674303898559096?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5100674303898559096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5100674303898559096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5100674303898559096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5100674303898559096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/video-blog-coming-soon-subject-will-be.html' title='video blog coming soon. Subject will be...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-3362877006531040275</id><published>2009-03-28T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:51:53.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><title type='text'>*Tremors*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maconnchistorical.org/gen/cemeteries/ellijay/Shook01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://www.maconnchistorical.org/gen/cemeteries/ellijay/Shook01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...I've written about this before... but it just happened again and it NEVER CEASES to freak me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's about 70 degrees in my house. I'm under covers and not physically cold in the least. YET, I AM SHAKING! Not just shaking a little... but I'm having ridiculously strong TREMORS. My jaws are clenched and my muscles are spasming like I've been exposed to the elements in some icy tundra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;... why? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BECAUSE MY EX TEXT'd ME! This man has lost most of his MENTAL control of me but has retained and seemingly INTENSIFIED his ability to control me physically... or at least my reactions to him... Just his name on my phone makes me nervous. Puts me into a state of flux. I hate it. I hope it passes someday... Because even though I'm not in love w/ him anymore... I guess some part of me is refusing to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;::shook:: quite literally&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/7178648587491400325-3362877006531040275?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3362877006531040275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3362877006531040275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3362877006531040275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3362877006531040275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/tremors.html' title='*Tremors*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7654355246111917133</id><published>2009-03-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:43:32.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAWT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAMN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iSUPPORT'/><title type='text'>*(in the words of Jaycie) iSUPPORT Hiprolling!!!! **</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDypehed1EY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDypehed1EY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OK! This is some SEXY SHIT (Again, I am NOT GAY, just loooooooove womens bodies (exept vagina's)) I find myself MESMERIZED BY hip rolling... lol even on the RARE occasion that I'm in a club...if a girl is doing this well... I am STARING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is one of the MAIN reasons that I wanna be small (er)... because I can ACTUALLY DO THIS. I can hip roll w/ the BEST of em because I am OBSESSED w/ middle eastern/belly dancing (which is, I believe, where this move origniated)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The sad thing is... it looks ALOT DIFFERENT under several layers of fat! LMAOOOOOOO When your belly is dancing on it's own, it just DOESN'T have the same steamy effect... but ONE DAY ... ONEEEEEEE Day dammit... I'll be dazzlin' someone w/ my hip/belly rolling/dancing skillz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But for now... I'll drool over this broad workin' it out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtjYrEVUL9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtjYrEVUL9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;***EDIT!!!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, thanks to Ms.Gee Nah Muh Ree-- I watched THIS video-- now I'm DEFINITELY not an ASS person... at all... I don't like asses at ALL... But umm about HALFWAY THROUGH... watch this chick in the Capri's... Yep... If I can learn THAT to compliment the hip rollin' ... man oh man... Whew... I ALSO support this!&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/7178648587491400325-7654355246111917133?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7654355246111917133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7654355246111917133&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7654355246111917133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7654355246111917133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-words-of-jaycie-isupport-hiprolling.html' title='*(in the words of Jaycie) iSUPPORT Hiprolling!!!! **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6887901651069703514</id><published>2009-03-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:59:26.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>**Everything's starting to resemble a.... **</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/images/web/1003027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://www.ananova.com/images/web/1003027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wellll&lt;/span&gt; you get the point... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*I don't consider myself to be a overly 'SEXUALLY DRIVEN' person. I don't start my day seeking out sex or sexual gratification and it's not even top 5 on my priority list. I DO however consider myself to have a definite response to the LACK of sex in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... Wait... Let me reword that... GOOD SEX in my life. It's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;QUITTTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sc1y66WFB6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Kygy0-1kT4s/s1600-h/from+cam+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318033091414263714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sc1y66WFB6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Kygy0-1kT4s/s320/from+cam+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IME&lt;/span&gt; since I've had that and it's starting to weigh on me. Things are starting to look like objects that I KNOW they're not... I'm giving anything with a slightly phallic shape the "eye" and having to REIN MYSELF in when there's even a SEMI-steamy scene on T.V. YES! Self love is a WONDERFUL thing... but Man oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MANNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt; do I love a nice hard penis. (yes, this is MY blog and I can say that.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have some questions... Anyone who knows the answers, please feel free to answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.) Is morning wood "functional"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-I've heard that it's not from a few people, but also remember it 'functioning' well for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.) Girth or Width?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-For me... it's GIRTH! I love to feel him just at the moment of insertion seemingly breaking me apart... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NICCCCCCCCCE&lt;/span&gt;-- but there again, it's been a ridiculous amount of time since that's been the case... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; I don't really remember... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.) Wake up sex, Good or Bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-- I mean the sex when you WAKE UP and you're ALREADY in the act...Do you enjoy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I DO! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; ( you guys don't have to answer this... I know it's personal... but I've heard some hilarious stories stemming from this sort of thing... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lmaoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;--sigh-- Hopefully someday soon I'll have all the fun, love, joy, and beauty connected to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beauuuuuuuuutiful&lt;/span&gt; penis (and the guy that holds it)... but for now... I'll just continue to restrain myself in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; aisle... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&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/7178648587491400325-6887901651069703514?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6887901651069703514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6887901651069703514&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6887901651069703514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6887901651069703514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/everythings-starting-to-resemble.html' title='**Everything&apos;s starting to resemble a.... **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sc1y66WFB6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Kygy0-1kT4s/s72-c/from+cam+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3266369625007577905</id><published>2009-03-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:12:53.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep it Dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jay'/><title type='text'>**Rule #3... Chicks Dig Dildo's** LMAOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bgCpY2K4To&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bgCpY2K4To&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This shit is hilarious!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA&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/7178648587491400325-3266369625007577905?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3266369625007577905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3266369625007577905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3266369625007577905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3266369625007577905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/rule-3-chicks-dig-dildos-lmaooooo.html' title='**Rule #3... Chicks Dig Dildo&apos;s** LMAOOOOO'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-2238862315153172723</id><published>2009-03-25T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:49:17.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conundrum'/><title type='text'>*I Love You*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScrBvqKRpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y1MC-8ZpOe4/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317275334579692946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScrBvqKRpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y1MC-8ZpOe4/s200/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It happened... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ACTUALLY it happened a couple of days ago and I just hadn't had the time to get it down. Kris told me that he loved me. ::Sigh:: My reply to him was " Please Don't ". I know that seems extremely harsh, but I've done EVERYTHING I could to make it clear that never would I ever reciprocate his feelings for me and his wants for a future together. I'm not sure what else has to happen. He also told me that he wanted me to be his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He's a great guy. Very kind, sweet, and can sing like the sky opened up and leaked out a little ANGEL music. Kris would do ANYTHING IN THE UNIVERSE for me and treats me better than any of my ex's ever DREMPT of treating me. When I was sick he came all the way across town just to bring me some orange juice to my job... Today he came across town to my job to see me just because I was dressed up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But what do you do when the feeling just isn't THERE?! I don't want to lose his friendship. But there will never be anything SERIOUSLY romantic there. Perhaps me still allowing myself to be physical w/ him hinders my message and I need to cut that off... but... I'm ALWAYS clear and forthright about what I want from this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Grr... whadda you do when someone says they love you and you don't feel the same...&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/7178648587491400325-2238862315153172723?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2238862315153172723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2238862315153172723&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2238862315153172723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2238862315153172723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you.html' title='*I Love You*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScrBvqKRpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/y1MC-8ZpOe4/s72-c/Picture+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-9107583609104257350</id><published>2009-03-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:33:59.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Award'/><title type='text'>**My FIRST Blog Award!! ** I know I'm backward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYY I got another (ok it was the FIRST one... ) Blog award from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://believe4lovebelieve4life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ms. STAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAYYYYYYYYY (ok, I'll stop w/ the "yay"-ing) There wasn't a picture w/ this one... but I found one on the net... Here's the Description...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvQ3NsF7txM/SIwkKIqFIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EzA_IX7_m0c/s400/brilliantblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blogs content or&lt;br /&gt;design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.'&lt;br /&gt;“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Soooo I'm tagging and awarding to this to ALL THE SAME PEOPLE that I awarded the LAST award to (see previous blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now the HARD part... I have to list 10 honest things about me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.) I lovvvvvvvvvve to laugh! I crack MYSELF up on a DAILY basis and my ultimate goal is to make sure the people around me, that I hold dear, are happy and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2.) I am a DIE HARD romantic. If I'm truly into someone, I'm all about the mood, making them feel special, little sweet notes, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3.) I am a porn fanatic! (g'head... throw your stones)... I discussed this in a previous blog but yeah, there's a crazy facination there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4.) When I like someone, I don't usually make it known until AFTER I don't like them anymore. This stems from a fear of rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5.) I have a very tender heart. ALMOST ANYTHING makes me sad (when dealing w/ less fortunate people, animals, etc) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6.) I have HUGE FEET! These feet are pretty-- but they're verrrrrry big for a girl... If I was a dude-- I'd be hung like a mule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7.) I curse like a sailor. The crazy thing is, I don't curse in front of my parents (thought THEY TOO, curse like sailors). It's a respect thing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8.)I have a fear of getting alzheimers, and believe that I will develop it very early in my life. My mind is horrible, my memory fails me often. Not just in REGULAR ways... but in ways that you'd never expect from a 26 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9.) I have diagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder or, A.D.D. I am NOT Hyperactive but my mind is always running at a million miles a minute.  I used to lay in bed and pray for God to stop my mind so I could sleep. I tried several types of medication... but they all either stole my SEX DRIVE, MY PERSONALITY, or MADE ME EXTREMELY MEAN.... so I stopped. It's a struggle for me everyday... but I kind of enjoy my disorder! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10.) I cheat on my diet... DAILY! LMAO! But not so much that I go over my caloric allowance... So I guess it's not cheating...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;THERE THEY ARE... The things about me... and the people I wanna tag.. Go get um people! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(in case you forgot... this is who I awarded)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blu-bloggington.blogspot.com/?zx=c37957c5e06515b1"&gt;My Jaycie (BluBlogginton/Nightfall)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;JILLLLLLLLLLLZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721717785706462309"&gt;*Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kiwitm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kiwi™:The Random Greeneyed Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freshprincess23.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MiiNd 0f ---&gt;Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cagedblackbird.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life's a Fickle Pickle...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/"&gt;GEE-NAH MUH REE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://assertivewitwithatouchofsarcasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;KENYA!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sumahardroute.blogspot.com/"&gt;Young Woman on a Journey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-9107583609104257350?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/9107583609104257350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=9107583609104257350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9107583609104257350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9107583609104257350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog-award-i-know-im-backward.html' title='**My FIRST Blog Award!! ** I know I&apos;m backward!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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/_yvQ3NsF7txM/SIwkKIqFIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EzA_IX7_m0c/s72-c/brilliantblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-1348647165699657922</id><published>2009-03-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:17:43.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks Jilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here ya go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Award'/><title type='text'>**My SECOND Blog Award!! WOO HOO!!! THANKS JILLLLLLZ!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! So I got my SECOND Blog award ( The first hasn't been done as of yet... because it requires a little thought.)  &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. JILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLZ &lt;/a&gt;(feel free to add as many "l"'s as you please... lol) over at "Sometimes I feel like a blog" has bestowed upon me this precious vision in pixels.... lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Take a gander...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SckIUynKzjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XnNUCr9dErg/s320/ProximityAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SckIUynKzjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XnNUCr9dErg/s320/ProximityAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time, and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. Check up on these writers! The rules are: This blog award should be sent to your favorite 8 bloggers, and they, in turn, should forward it to their fave 8&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soooooooooo.... Who to choose... who to choose... whooooooo to chose....Ok... here they are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blu-bloggington.blogspot.com/?zx=c37957c5e06515b1"&gt;My Jaycie (BluBlogginton/Nightfall)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;JILLLLLLLLLLLZ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721717785706462309"&gt;*Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kiwitm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kiwi™:The Random Greeneyed Girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://freshprincess23.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MiiNd 0f ---&gt;Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://cagedblackbird.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life's a Fickle Pickle...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/"&gt;GEE-NAH MUH REE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assertivewitwithatouchofsarcasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;KENYA!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sumahardroute.blogspot.com/"&gt;Young Woman on a Journey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre they are! My 8 (ok... so it's MORE than 8... SUE ME!) Now I gotta tagggggg em and let them know... lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-1348647165699657922?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/1348647165699657922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=1348647165699657922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1348647165699657922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1348647165699657922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-second-blog-award-woo-hoo-thanks.html' title='**My SECOND Blog Award!! WOO HOO!!! THANKS JILLLLLLZ!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SckIUynKzjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XnNUCr9dErg/s72-c/ProximityAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6557379510491156986</id><published>2009-03-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:14:51.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love these dudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAWT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilles Marini'/><title type='text'>**Just A Couple More Things **</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDtd2jNIwAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDtd2jNIwAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;OK! So I posted this on a previous blog... and I just wanted to bring it to the top again... I'll be doing this many times throughout my blog... because I GENUINELY like this song! I'm TRULY entertained by this and have a weird crush on the little main dude! I seriously find myself singing this throughout the day... hahaha ( what a weirdo right).. I really have a thing for middle easter/Indian music/guys/etc (except for FOOD!). So here it is again... Enjoy-- I'm tellin you... WATCH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SX7EK3W58mI/AAAAAAAAT8I/sVLIcaD3VlE/s400/Gilles+Marini.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SX7EK3W58mI/AAAAAAAAT8I/sVLIcaD3VlE/s400/Gilles+Marini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;     Another thing...here's my new boyfriend (ha! I wish!!!) Gilles Marini from Dancing w/ the Stars... how HOT is he?! I feel SO DIRTY watching him dance... or maybe it's the things running through my mind WHILE he's dancing that make me feel dirty... lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh well... just wanted to get those in before bed&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/7178648587491400325-6557379510491156986?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6557379510491156986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6557379510491156986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6557379510491156986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6557379510491156986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-couple-more-things.html' title='**Just A Couple More Things **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SX7EK3W58mI/AAAAAAAAT8I/sVLIcaD3VlE/s72-c/Gilles+Marini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8850144096312087878</id><published>2009-03-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:56:03.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shouts'/><title type='text'>**Givin' A Shout to Gee-Nah Muh-Ree**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OK! This is gonna be a short one... But I have to say that I was SO MOVED by the MUSIC on someone's blog (&lt;a href="http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gee-Nah Muh-Ree &lt;/a&gt;) ... it brought me to tears (the song... not the person)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;GIRL THANK YOU for having a nice easy and sweet playlist... I just opened it in another window to listen while I went to other pages... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(the song that did it was " Amel Larrieux " Make Me Whole"... ) It made me think of my exie and how I felt... lol Not sentimental... but just how it was in that moment of my life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;... do you guys use music on your page?  Just for background sound? To go w/ Specific blogs? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I do...but generally...the song playing when you click on the blog (for the day that it's posted) goes w/ the blog in some way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Music moves me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8850144096312087878?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8850144096312087878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8850144096312087878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8850144096312087878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8850144096312087878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/givin-shout-to-gee-nah-muh-ree.html' title='**Givin&apos; A Shout to Gee-Nah Muh-Ree**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7006807630489549989</id><published>2009-03-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:50:06.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where I live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nappy Roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Po folks'/><title type='text'>**This Was Filmed In My Town **</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" height="255" width="400" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2155104&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2155104&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Above you see the "Nappy Roots" video "Po' Folks".... This was filmed in my town... The Church in he opening frame is MY CHURCH... very small... but still mine. They filmed right down the street from where I live now... and where I lived then ( two different places)... I know EVERYONE in this video. And it REALLY is how it appears. Poor. The guy who appears @ the beginning is " Frank Phillips "... he used to do the BEST magic tricks! Like CRAZY... He was handsome in his youth... it's almost like this place sucked it out of him... He's since passed away :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I mean, people here aren't poverty stricken... And in alot of ways this video SENSATIONALIZED what was already there. There are very successful people that live in this town... and VERY successful people that live in my county.But the ones that aren't... don't seem to mind. It's just that feeling that they don't want "more". I'm so very afraid of succumbing to this... I still live here... I have advanced in several ways and feel extremely displaced... but hey... it's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It makes you wonder about the simpler things in life. &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/7178648587491400325-7006807630489549989?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7006807630489549989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7006807630489549989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7006807630489549989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7006807630489549989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-was-filmed-in-my-town.html' title='**This Was Filmed In My Town **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-3644891234255121029</id><published>2009-03-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:57:57.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it or hate it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty girl'/><title type='text'>** This Is Me**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Scbb60fB9BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pQbtumoeFlk/s1600-h/from+cam+334.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316178213725139986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Scbb60fB9BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pQbtumoeFlk/s400/from+cam+334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; This is me... I never ever take full body pictures because, well... they're not flattering. I am a big girl...that's been stated several times throughout my blog... but evenso, I always try to find a way to hide that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well ya know what. This is me... That's all my hair junk on the counter in my bathroom... That's my body DOWN 30lbs... Hard to believe... but yes.. very true. I am definitely a work in progress... Many many lbs to lose... but I'm not hiding anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm me... Jae. Short hair, Long Braids, Big butt, slight gut... It is what it is... take it or leave it... Love me or not... Don't wait around for the 'END RESULT' because chances are... if you don't like me now... I won't like you then (because I'll have read your game...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So... blurry and all... This is jae... Big girl... Big heart..&lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-3644891234255121029?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3644891234255121029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3644891234255121029&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3644891234255121029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3644891234255121029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-me.html' title='** This Is Me**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Scbb60fB9BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pQbtumoeFlk/s72-c/from+cam+334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-5007140777261357116</id><published>2009-03-22T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:29:18.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braids are fin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8hrs later'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>** My New Hair**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaM1Jpsf7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D53_jyWw7Ks/s1600-h/from+cam+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316091254909206450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaM1Jpsf7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D53_jyWw7Ks/s320/from+cam+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaMlToarPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3_3ItdX7Mw4/s1600-h/from+cam+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316090982710291698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaMlToarPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3_3ItdX7Mw4/s320/from+cam+243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So... Here's my natural hair before. Naturally curly hair is a CURSE! LOL My hair is "fine" and curly and GENERALLY worn straight via STRAIGHTENING IRON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I had just washed it and pulled it back in anticipation of getting my micro's... Wooo hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNNRF2EmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1-X6emzJwcU/s1600-h/from+cam+255.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316091669223182946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNNRF2EmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1-X6emzJwcU/s320/from+cam+255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another... and NOPE, I don't pull my 'baby hair' down lmaoooo (like 1980's)... it just falls that way... but bet your bottom dollar... the braiders braided ALLLL that shyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNdC_mA_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mmPZkQnTUMU/s1600-h/from+cam+267.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316091940316775410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNdC_mA_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mmPZkQnTUMU/s320/from+cam+267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few pics of the braids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNuzJhHFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LELUZJtOA7g/s1600-h/from+cam+310.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316092245301075026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaNuzJhHFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LELUZJtOA7g/s320/from+cam+310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(I know I'm silly )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaOCr5HKuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KDlgFqhyHe0/s1600-h/from+cam+301.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316092586950601442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaOCr5HKuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KDlgFqhyHe0/s320/from+cam+301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaMXxO6sJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZbgSJ4N4zV0/s1600-h/from+cam+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaOeHpa9II/AAAAAAAAAKI/nxlmTfmWOmY/s1600-h/from+cam+290.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316093058257450114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaOeHpa9II/AAAAAAAAAKI/nxlmTfmWOmY/s320/from+cam+290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And one in a pony-- which is GREAT for the gym! Wooo Hoo... So 8 hrs and 300.00 later... Braids are fin... Hopefully I can keep them for the 3 months they say... but it's never happened for me... They generally slip out around 1 1/2 -2 months... but I'm gonna try my damndest to keep them as long as is healthy for my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And everytime I get them done ( thinkin' of keeping myself braided all summer), I'll go to the same lady... she was SO GOOD and SO FAST (It usually takes them about 12-13 hrs to braid my hair)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hope you guys likey likey... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7178648587491400325-5007140777261357116?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/5007140777261357116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=5007140777261357116&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5007140777261357116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/5007140777261357116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='** My New Hair**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/ScaM1Jpsf7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D53_jyWw7Ks/s72-c/from+cam+253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-8670935597170156236</id><published>2009-03-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:35:39.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boooo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throat is ouch'/><title type='text'>*I am sickkkkkkie* :(</title><content type='html'>I don't feeeeeeeels well :(&lt;br /&gt;This winter/spring transition ALWAYS messes with me... sooo it's nothing new... I'm hoarse (which sucks because I talk on the phone all day for my job), I'm sleepy, and I'm cranky like a lil' kid... Oh well...it happens right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICKNESS SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW--- I decided NOT to braid my own hair... I'm going to go have it done... So I'll post pics of that...maybe I'll do it myself NEXT time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8670935597170156236?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8670935597170156236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8670935597170156236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8670935597170156236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8670935597170156236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-feeeeeeeels-well-this.html' title='*I am sickkkkkkie* :('/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-2896373829968031036</id><published>2009-03-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:53:01.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time consuming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braids'/><title type='text'>**I'm Attempting To Do It On My Own...**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sb7wtmHaIJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoPa_lRPsaQ/s1600-h/cutoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313949276460163218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sb7wtmHaIJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoPa_lRPsaQ/s400/cutoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok... So this coming weekend (or next)... I am going to ATTEMPT to do my own micros... I've only had them TWICE in my life... ONCE here... and once in the pictures you see on the right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because of the texture of my hair (It's fine. I have hair the texture of the "typical" bi-racial child (though I am not(No offense to anyone who is))) , they don't tend to stay very long. Maybe like a month at the LONGEST!!! Most people can keep them for 3 months-- or LONGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This won't be my first excursion into braiding my ENTIRE head either... In highschool I did it... Did it look professional? No. Did it work... Yes... Did it take FOREVER... HEYUL YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm fully prepared for this to take an ENTIRE weekend... Meaning starting FRIDAY when I get home from work until Sunday when I prepare to sleep for work on Monday. I am actually fully prepared for this to take a few days into the week (and I will braid around the front side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sb7yjKnj_II/AAAAAAAAAJA/LBSV0VLCj4k/s1600-h/comere.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313951296303398018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sb7yjKnj_II/AAAAAAAAAJA/LBSV0VLCj4k/s400/comere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and back so that I may put it in a ponytail to hide what I HAVEN'T done... ) All in all, this will save me approx 200.00 and give me the freedom to stop when I want... Also, I won't have to worry about them all falling out... because I can just pop them back in when I want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I did a few just a little while ago... Just to make sure I remembered how to install them... yepp... I do :) And again, it doesn't loo PROFESSIONAL... but it looks good enough.. WISH ME LUCK! :)&lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-2896373829968031036?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/2896373829968031036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=2896373829968031036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2896373829968031036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/2896373829968031036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-attempting-to-do-it-on-my-own.html' title='**I&apos;m Attempting To Do It On My Own...**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sb7wtmHaIJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoPa_lRPsaQ/s72-c/cutoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7564052394866542547</id><published>2009-03-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:45:57.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Smokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lip to lip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coochie'/><title type='text'>**When Looking for something INNOCENT Goes Wrong... **</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/433751/803198.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/433751/803198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ohhhh kay! Sooo... I'm looking for some tattoo compliments to my current wrist tattoo (Gemini symbol) and to my SUPRISE what do I see... a tattoo'd coochie staring @ me (rhyming intended!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WHO IN THE HEYUL wants some old dude tattoo'd on their Kitty!?! I mean I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF... but then thought... some man or woman was down there for QUITE a long time w/ their face LITERALLY inches from this broad's 'area'. I remember how close the guy had to get to my WRIST to do that one... and this one is VERY detailed... so he was probably quite literally lip to lip w/ this broad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wooooooooowwwww... Hahahah Look @ the beard ya'll! LMAOO Wild... her pubes are this dude's BEARD!!! and there's NO WAY the pubes are actually GRAY!... Unless she's old... and then, I have to commend her on haveing a good lookin' 'area' for an old chick... I doubt that's the case though... hahahahahah (yes, I'm vagina phobic... but that means the ACTUAL area... and since there are no 'splits or clits' shown here...I can tolerate it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The things the internet exposes you to. lmaooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7564052394866542547?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7564052394866542547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7564052394866542547&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7564052394866542547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7564052394866542547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-looking-for-something-innocent.html' title='**When Looking for something INNOCENT Goes Wrong... **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4599496213855915830</id><published>2009-03-15T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:28:24.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behind the times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><title type='text'>Twitter (OK! So I'm late! What of it?!)</title><content type='html'>Ok... I FINALLY have a twitter account... I'm not REALLY sure how it works, but I'm pretty sure I've been doing this with my "FACEBOOK" account all along! lmaooooo  Add me is you like &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JaeSpence"&gt;http://twitter.com/JaeSpence&lt;/a&gt;  (or follow me. I guess that's how you say it... I just don't like how it sounds)... I'll get the updates to my cell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm this could make for quite a few text messages...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-4599496213855915830?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4599496213855915830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4599496213855915830&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4599496213855915830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4599496213855915830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter-ok-so-im-late-what-of-it.html' title='Twitter (OK! So I&apos;m late! What of it?!)'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7221566221361775767</id><published>2009-03-13T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:25:14.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>*My Living Room... What do you Notice??*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbsGiuWv58I/AAAAAAAAAIw/uwrT3uvc43U/s1600-h/home.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312847379042396098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbsGiuWv58I/AAAAAAAAAIw/uwrT3uvc43U/s320/home.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... Here is my living room... what do you notice... what's out of place ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not see it-- it blends in w/ the curtains... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got it yet?  YES!!! My CHRISTMAS TREE!!!  It's March 13th 2009... That tree has been up since about Mid November 2007.  YES! I said 2007!!!! It was up ALL YEAR last year and we're now into the 3rd month of THIS year&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why is it still up? Because I never have time to take it down... and I have no where to put it when I do! LOL  Eventually, Like soon... I'll break down and dismantle the tree-- It's a damn shame, I know... It's really become kind of a running joke.... lol It would be disappointing if I took it down now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh well... LMAOOO Fuhnie that my Tree is still up!&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/7178648587491400325-7221566221361775767?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7221566221361775767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7221566221361775767&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7221566221361775767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7221566221361775767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-living-room-what-do-you-notice.html' title='*My Living Room... What do you Notice??*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbsGiuWv58I/AAAAAAAAAIw/uwrT3uvc43U/s72-c/home.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-42642943171749179</id><published>2009-03-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:08:24.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Hudson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persia White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Kardashian'/><title type='text'>**My Girl Crushes**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f315/bsriram7/jennifer-lopez14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f315/bsriram7/jennifer-lopez14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOooooooo... let me preface this by saying... I am HETEROSEXUAL... These are my GIRL CRUSHES!!&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, girls that I think are HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the girlfriend who checked women out w/ her b/f. I definately think women are beautiful... and enjoy beautiful females..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... how do I know I'm not gay you ask?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I HAVE A SEVERE PHOBIA OF VAGINA'S! LMAO I hate seeing them and alllllways try to keep underoo's on... Like the sooner I can get them on after sex/showering/etc... the better... So-- nah-- lesbianism isn't for me... but I definately appreciate a beautiful woman... The first is my J.LO-- I've ALWAYS loved her... She's just the epitome of gorgeous to me.. .Someone who I think would be cool to hang out with too.. She seems funny and down to earth (though they say she's a DIVA). I love Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebritywonder.com/picture/Kate_Hudson/KateHudson_Granitz_9425453.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://www.celebritywonder.com/picture/Kate_Hudson/KateHudson_Granitz_9425453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj1/divachick_2008/lauren_london.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px" alt="" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj1/divachick_2008/lauren_london.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; woman who seems like she'd be incredibly cool to hang with. Kate Hudson! She's beautiful.. Loved her in "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days". PLUS she seems super silly... always a plus to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Lauren London-- New New from "ATL"... I think it's her dimples... but I'm not COMPLETELY sure... from the second I saw this lil woman, I felt like she was just GORGEOUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Cassie-music-w03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 615px" alt="" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Cassie-music-w03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Cassie.... I saw that video for "Me and You" and was HOOKED... I tink I have a definite "type" of chick that I have GIRL CRUSHES on... and she fits the billl.. Not the best singer but she makes up for it in other areas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k274/selfconstrukt/persiawhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k274/selfconstrukt/persiawhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Perrrrrrrsia White ( from Girlfriends)--- I just think she's beautiful and quirky and not afraid to be herself... She's definitely one of my fav's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superphotospace.com/images/thumb/kim_kardashian548_4808b706b00c8-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.superphotospace.com/images/thumb/kim_kardashian548_4808b706b00c8-t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kimmie K! Gotta love Kim Kardashian... I also love her sister Kortney! I almost think Kortneys more aesthetically pleasing than Kim but almost... To be honest... that's just really a GORGEOUS Family... Gotta love that Armenian blood... It did her body REALLY good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And those are my girl crushes-- or atleast some of them... There are a few more but I can't think of them... Do you have any? Don't be afraid... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&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/7178648587491400325-42642943171749179?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/42642943171749179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=42642943171749179&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/42642943171749179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/42642943171749179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-girl-crushes.html' title='**My Girl Crushes**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-4907837943944267168</id><published>2009-03-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:54:50.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuhnie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>** You'll Never Forget Your First **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mindfeck.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/lose-virginity1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.mindfeck.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/lose-virginity1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;***Hahahahaha... You'll NEVER forget your first scrog. I know that mine was well... ummm weird. I won't elaborate... but let's just say... it happened in an unconventional place, at an unconventional time, with an unconventional person... But nonetheless... it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;***WELLL Today, I as at the park w/ my kiddo and all of a sudden the guy that I lost it to appeared. He had his 2 kiddo's and they were GORGEOUS-- He came right up and we chit chatted for a while... I caught him staring @ me a couple times.. and that was that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;***He was still cute... BUT... because of the way our "deal" went down... it was weird to be in this close proximity to him. We started talking about a mutual friend of mine... and he told me to tell her "hi". It's fuhnie because I think she's interested in him... weird ... but whatevs... that was 9 yrs ago... this is now... It's just funny that no matter how much time passes (and how weird the 'deed' actually was... you never forget your first :)&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/7178648587491400325-4907837943944267168?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4907837943944267168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4907837943944267168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4907837943944267168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4907837943944267168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-never-forget-your-first.html' title='** You&apos;ll Never Forget Your First **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-6698012640507825153</id><published>2009-03-09T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:49:36.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimme a break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pornography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judgement'/><title type='text'>*Porn*--- What's the Big Deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.natebal.com/journal/images/porn-for-the-blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.natebal.com/journal/images/porn-for-the-blind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is going to PROBABLY be coming from a COMPLETELY different angle than you think... But here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Why do SOME women make such a huge deal about their dudes watching porn?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am not disputing their right to feel a 'certain kind of way' about this, I'm merely asking. I've been told that it gives them unrealistic expectations in the bedroom. Also, that it makes them look at women in a way that women should NOT be seen. Who says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I, myself, actually enjoy the occasional ( and maybe more often than occasional) adult film. Do I do it for 'gratification'? No. It's NEVER a means to an end. To be honest, my imagination is MUCH MORE vivid than these films. The things that I can conjur up are beautifully tailored to what actually turns me on and much more effective for helping to cure my ills ( overshare? Perhaps...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I began partaking in this "taboo" passtime when I was 18yrs old. A boyfriend that happened to be quite a few years older than I, used to always have them... not necessarily for us to watch... but for himself. We used to sometimes just watch them w/ some popcorn or while we were having dinner ( strange I know)... but it was almost NEVER a sexual thing... just fuhnie sometimes... and entertaining others. Ever since, I've been facinated... and have built a collection... yes... I am a female w/ a collection of adult films. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Judge me if you may... but I'm being real. I don't see the big deal. These ladies in the film have chosen their path. We aren't aware of their circumstances or what lead them to this profession (deep seeded issues, I'm sure.)... But why are the people who watch, mainly the men, called 'bad'. YES YES... It is a sin. Some people cite bible verse against pornography... I then cite the same about pre-marital sex, living together in sin, smoking, over-eating, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... followed by " all sins are the same in the eyes of God... " So you shoving that ho-ho in your mouth and then goin' home to your b/f and scroggin' his brains out is the same as me watching the TAPE of you two doin' that... lmaoooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anywhoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porn-- no biggie right?&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/7178648587491400325-6698012640507825153?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6698012640507825153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6698012640507825153&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6698012640507825153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6698012640507825153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/porn-whats-big-deal.html' title='*Porn*--- What&apos;s the Big Deal?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6145619824470743408</id><published>2009-03-08T13:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:51:06.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luhst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy. Rockmond Dunbar'/><title type='text'>Rockmond Dunbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/files/images/Rockmond-Dunbar2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 623px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/images/Rockmond-Dunbar2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I so love this guy! I have for quite a while ( since WAYYY BEFORE SoulFood)... I just finished watching " The Family that Preys", and that just reignited my luhv/luhst for him... He alway seems like SUCH a good dude (not just in movies... but when he's interviewed). Pretty sure you can't go by that... but I really like this guy and the image that he always portrays... The loyal family guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and it SHO don't hurt that he's HOTTER THAN FIRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MMmmm mmm Rockmond Dunbar... &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/7178648587491400325-6145619824470743408?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6145619824470743408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6145619824470743408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6145619824470743408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6145619824470743408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/rockmond-dunbar.html' title='Rockmond Dunbar'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-3355398073467996628</id><published>2009-03-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:51:58.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuhnie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exie'/><title type='text'>** Unexpected Texting**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SO, above being proud of myself for completeing the 5k... comes ANOTHER proud moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Exie told me that he loved me last night and always would... and I didn't swoon! What does this mean?! lmaooo Hopefully that I'm really ready to embrace this friendship that we're building without hope of "Purple Mountains Majesties". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The context of the conversation was funny @ first-- w/ him trying to damn fool me... and then me doing the same to him (only to come clean)... He said he and [new broad] were naming their kid after me.  ::blank stare::  So I'm thinking they're going to do a take off of "Jae" (just the name I go by... not my governmental name). We'd always planned to name our first daughter Jaeleigh (His first initial and middle name written out / my first name (J.Lee and Jae)), Our first son would most definately be a III (He's a Jr. Obviously). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So given that, I thought he'd just migrated that plan to Jen (new broad). BUT THEN he says they're planning to use my full governmental name (minus) the last name... And I'm like yeah, whatevs... you're full of shit. lmaoooo I knew it was a joke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We laugh about that... as we seem to be drifting our separate ways again I say, " Oh by the way, I meant to tell you you Jinxed me on Valentines day..." He'd told me to go make a baby w/ Kris... in a fit of anger for my spending time w/ him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He asks how and I allude the fact that I'm preggo (I'm not). He is shocked... and gives me the same congrats that I probably gave him when he confirmed his REAL pregnancy... I let this back and forth go on for a bit... then fess up... adding that God has let things happen as they were supposed to. Letting him know that I thought we'd never gotten preggo because God knew that we wouldn't last forever and was saving him for Jen. I told him that our relationship was about 90% bad and I'm glad that we still came out of it w/ our friendship intact and growing stronger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He thinks our relationship was good (becasue i was the one taking all the shit and he was getting all the unconditional love) and that small things caused our end. Oh well.... He's jaded. SOOoooo We continue to chit chat... he wants to know more about the dynamic of my friendship w/ Kris.... I know I shouldn't have told him... because... why would he wanna know... I tell him anyway... lmao... Tell him that Kris "serves a purpose". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"I guess I served a purpose too huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;... here it comes... wait for it wait for it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"No, I lovED your ass to death. Him. Just a filler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"I love you very much too.. and always will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;:sigh:  I knew this... I  KNEW he still loved me... and I know it's not the same as it was and means nothing... but it was weird that he actually SAID it... He hasn't said it in over a year. I didn't swoon or take anything from it... was just shocked that he admitted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(btw, wonder where his babies mama is while he's texting his almost babies-mama-wife? lmao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The convo continues, but I move the subject into more secure territories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nothing eventful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It still was nice to know I still own a piece of real estate in his heart... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He makes it a point to tell me that he's not marrying her because of the baby... but still will most likely marry her. (I don't care). Wonder why he does that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-3355398073467996628?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3355398073467996628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3355398073467996628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3355398073467996628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3355398073467996628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexpected-texting.html' title='** Unexpected Texting**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-9190918990050896370</id><published>2009-03-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:19:17.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheek Piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love these'/><title type='text'>I'm SOO thinking about getting these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bodypiercers.org/Images/FullSize/000000000/Img52_Cheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bodypiercers.org/Images/FullSize/000000000/Img52_Cheeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... I don't get involved w/ the " Rock of Love"/"Flavor of Love"/"Real Chance at Love"/"For the Love of New York" thing... But I was switching through channels today and the "rock" one was on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. There was a girl w/ this piercing that drew me in..... I'm a piercing girl. I don't like tattoos though I have a couple... Piercing is my thing... I have my lip pierced currently and am looking to POSSIBLY get these cheek piercings!  I LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ALWAYS wanted dimples... so I guess with these I can fake it til I make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-9190918990050896370?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/9190918990050896370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=9190918990050896370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9190918990050896370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/9190918990050896370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-soo-thinking-about-getting-these.html' title='I&apos;m SOO thinking about getting these...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3667596545862230787</id><published>2009-03-07T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:17:39.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthem 5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>ANTHEM 5K...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbLyETTpRoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijBgrHU3Td8/s1600-h/anthem5k.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310573066339305090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbLyETTpRoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijBgrHU3Td8/s320/anthem5k.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Soooo Here's all the fun stuff I got from the 5k! YAY... I'm so happy to have done it. Definately put my fitness into perspective... and needless to say I'll be amping up the gym time. My ankle was KILLING me and that probably means that the next two races are out for this year... I don't need to HURT myself by doing TOO much too fast... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5K!! Wooo hooo... done and duhner... I may still do the 10k in 2 weeks... I'll letcha know tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-3667596545862230787?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3667596545862230787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3667596545862230787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3667596545862230787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3667596545862230787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem-5k.html' title='ANTHEM 5K...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbLyETTpRoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ijBgrHU3Td8/s72-c/anthem5k.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-1766716537392343084</id><published>2009-03-06T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:30:57.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>T-minus 12.5hrs til 5k!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bpdnews.com/Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://www.bpdnews.com/Running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OK!! SOOO It's the moment that I've been preparing for (kinda)-- Tomorrow @ 8am I will be lining up for the Anthem 5k in Louisville KY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm SOOOO SUPER EXCITED!!  It's not that far (5k is 3.1miles)-- and I'm not doing it to WIN (Because I won't)-- I'm doing it because I've never been able to do things like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was (and still am) the kid who's in the WORST shape. Always winded... NOW, i'm just a little LESS winded... and DETERMINED to do a mini byNEXT YEAR... Gotta start somewhere right?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5k-- Then in 2 weeks... 10k (maybe... maybe not)--- then doubtfully 10mile 2 weeks later... I mean... I don't wanna die but i wanna do this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BTW-- update on dieting... I'm down 30lbs now (It SEEMS like I've been stagnate for the last few weeks... only because I've GAINED about 5-7lbs and had to RE-LOSE those)-- I actually lost 5lbs last week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If we put end to end all the weight I've lost... gained... and had to lose again... It would be 42lbs. BUT-- oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wish me luck tomorrow! It'll be fun!!!&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/7178648587491400325-1766716537392343084?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/1766716537392343084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=1766716537392343084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1766716537392343084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1766716537392343084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-minus-125hrs-til-5k.html' title='T-minus 12.5hrs til 5k!'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-3394874073579344462</id><published>2009-03-05T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:17:25.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love ya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woo hooo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Let Me Introduce You To Someone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbCA7Ng5i5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I7pTUgZbpmI/s1600-h/bluenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309885715398101906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbCA7Ng5i5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I7pTUgZbpmI/s400/bluenight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hi reader... I'd like to introduce you to someone... This guy is very special to me and he's REALLY just about the only person left w/ a penis that I'd do ANYTHING for :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He's been a phenomenal friend from the time I met him 2yrs ago til now and I really do consider him one of the BEST people I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This guy is handsome, deep, brooding, poetic, and... did I mention handsome? This is my Jaycie... well not MY Jaycie--- but my HOMIE Jaycie... Jason... Jayce... Mr. (his last name) and my Blue blue... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309884982966694946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbCAQk_pNCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OBDfuxlRZQU/s400/P1010643+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is my BEST "net" friend (Though we have also met person to person and hung out :) (A/C was CRAZY RIGHT! Thanks for being this cry baby's shoulder to ... well ... cry on. LOL )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be honest... You'd be hardpressed to find someone with a more genuine heart, a more loving soul, and a more giving spirit than this young man... There are only beautiful things in your future Jaycie... Positive things follow positive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please join me in wishing Jayce a wonderfully fruitful 28th year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love ya Jaycie Happy Birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are " THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST " (inside joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jillz&lt;/a&gt;-- I SWEAR I'm not biting ya style... lmaooo I thought about doin' this wayyy early... guess great minds with a wonderful friend in common, think alike :) He truly deserves to be honored.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blu-bloggington.blogspot.com/"&gt;(You can read his blog here-- :) )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(P.S-- He wears REALLY BIG WATCHES for some reason. I don't understand it... but when I am wealthy (which will be soon hopefully)-- I will buy you a HUGE ROLEX (so it may be a "Bolex" but I promise it won't turn your wrists green xD... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7178648587491400325-3394874073579344462?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3394874073579344462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3394874073579344462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3394874073579344462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3394874073579344462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-introduce-you-to-someone.html' title='Let Me Introduce You To Someone....'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/SbCA7Ng5i5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I7pTUgZbpmI/s72-c/bluenight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-652244666092475171</id><published>2009-03-04T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:40:08.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession, Possession, Envy, or Regret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa9XqBDuQaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Yz07qJ09sFY/s1600-h/IMAGE_055-708393.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa9XqBDuQaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Yz07qJ09sFY/s320/IMAGE_055-708393.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309558865043276194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why am I always inspired to blog after I&amp;#39;ve already shut down the comp? lmao.... grrrr at typing it out on my pda&lt;p&gt;My question for anyone who wants to a answer is, &amp;#39;Obsession, Possessiveness (word?), Envy, or Regret. What is it thats TRULY going on when we concern ourselves with our ex&amp;#39;s and their NEW better half?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;In my case, I&amp;#39;ve come to the place where i realize and KNOW that our relationship was ridiculous. It NEEDED to end because we were co-dependent. BUT, i still concern myself with the progression of THEIR RELATIONSHIP. EVEN going so far as to think of what I&amp;#39;d say if he ever asked me back... &lt;p&gt;I know it&amp;#39;s not desire. The sexual part of that relationship isn&amp;#39;t what I miss... and I ALMOST wanna say it isn&amp;#39;t him.... I believe it to be one of the things I mentioned earlier.... All of which bother me.... hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-652244666092475171?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/652244666092475171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=652244666092475171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/652244666092475171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/652244666092475171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsession-possession-envy-or-regret.html' title='Obsession, Possession, Envy, or Regret?'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa9XqBDuQaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Yz07qJ09sFY/s72-c/IMAGE_055-708393.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-1913850794312532948</id><published>2009-03-04T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:56:53.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premature Ejaculation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Sandberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuhnie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jizz'/><title type='text'>** Don't Tell Your Friends Or I'll Say You're A Slut! **</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bwahahahaha I ABSOLUTELY have love Adam Sandberg since he joined the cast of SNL! LMAOOOO I love this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;A Song comes on that reminds me of you and I JIZZED IN MY PANTS... Opened the Window and I JIZZED IN MY PANTS...&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/7178648587491400325-1913850794312532948?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/1913850794312532948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=1913850794312532948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1913850794312532948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/1913850794312532948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-tell-your-friends-or-ill-say-youre.html' title='** Don&apos;t Tell Your Friends Or I&apos;ll Say You&apos;re A Slut! **'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-8850289330055226255</id><published>2009-03-03T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:18:14.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope everyone is well :-) </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa4BBgNBGYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-uqzOqn2RJY/s1600-h/IMAGE_062-794868.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa4BBgNBGYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-uqzOqn2RJY/s320/IMAGE_062-794868.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182136052423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am not doing a formal blog today... because I&amp;#39;m just not... lol Hope your day was blessed :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-8850289330055226255?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8850289330055226255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8850289330055226255&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8850289330055226255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8850289330055226255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-everyone-is-well.html' title='I hope everyone is well :-) '/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dETUlcYbcw/Sa4BBgNBGYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-uqzOqn2RJY/s72-c/IMAGE_062-794868.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-6161717251746629433</id><published>2009-03-02T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:41:56.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dudes Suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bachelor'/><title type='text'>*Why Can't They Commit Past the Novelty*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ya know, I had shut down my computer! COMPLETELY shut it down... was laying in the bed... ready for sleep but watching "The Bachelor"... Then something happened and I HAD to boot up and type this out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-- I'm not sure if any of you watch the Bachelor, but let me give ya a brief synopsis of what just happened.-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Guy dates 25 women and whittles them down to just 2-- Final day he chooses the one he wants to marry... and, if he so chooses, proposes to her. Then they live happily ever after (not usually)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WELLL This time, he chose the girl that I thought he'd choose... and 6 weeks later, they filmed a show called "After the Final Rose". In this show, It's just the Bachelor the woman he chose and the host... He comes out first and talks about how they're no longer compatible (tearfully) and gives many diluted reasons why. Oh wait... NO HE DOESN'T! Just that "something's changed". She comes out... and HE BREAKS UP WITH HER on National T.V! What an insult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So she has a conversation w/ him that I've had w/ exie (Jim)... And it almost brings me to tears! She asks him "What did I do?" He responds " Nothing. It's nothing you've done. Just the feelings aren't there anymore. I don't want to lead you on and I'm so sorry that I did... blah blah blah blah." She's visably hurt but she's playing it tough. She begins the whole "So as soon as something goes wrong you run? Instead of staying and fighting for the woman you "loved" you run?" Etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-- That leads me to this. Why are men UNABLE to fight? If there's someone that you truly love, why can't you roll with the punches and fix the breaks? Why can't men stay when the Novelty wears off? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-- In every relationship, the beginning is FUN! The getting to know you/Discovery phase. But once that ends... and things settle down... why can you not fight to stay together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I already know that someone will say " If they WANT to fight for you, if they deem you "worth it" they will." NOT TRUE. My ex FOUGHT for me everytime I left HIM! EVERYTIME I broke up w/ him... he FOUGHT HARD! But when he left me... and I was fighting for him... there was no fight in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;... Iono---Just watching this brought back crazy memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-6161717251746629433?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/6161717251746629433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=6161717251746629433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6161717251746629433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/6161717251746629433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-cant-they-commit-past-novelty.html' title='*Why Can&apos;t They Commit Past the Novelty*'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7429641907063866302</id><published>2009-03-02T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:45:23.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ask what you want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><title type='text'>Ask me anything... I promise to answer.</title><content type='html'>** I have nothing to blog about today** Actually, I did type an ENTIRE blog and then decided not to post it because it was about my work accomplishments. After re-reading, it came off as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;braggadocios&lt;/span&gt; and tacky... so it's still in the vault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me WHATEVER you like and I promise to answer*. I have not that many blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commenter's&lt;/span&gt; so hopefully some will come out of the woodwork and ask me something...if not, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That will &lt;/span&gt;keep my most prized secrets safe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ask Away* (I'm just going to EDIT this entry to answer your questions as I can :) ) There is no limit to the amount of questions per person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Questions' Answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CURVY GIRL: When is your birthday?  My birthday is June 19th 1982 (I am 26 yrs of age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-- and my most recent work accomplishment is taking in $81,900 in one month :) (that's not my take home... (I wish))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7429641907063866302?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7429641907063866302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7429641907063866302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7429641907063866302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7429641907063866302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/ask-me-anything-i-promise-to-answer.html' title='Ask me anything... I promise to answer.'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-7910745072183995787</id><published>2009-03-01T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:16:33.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Dudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In my head'/><title type='text'>** You don't have skills like this!**</title><content type='html'>** Pause my music player first... then press play... You won't be sorry**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDtd2jNIwAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDtd2jNIwAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://believe4lovebelieve4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-care.html"&gt;Star's&lt;/a&gt; blog... and I had to have it... You know I have an affinity for indian men... Sooo These are my NEW favorites... They got that pelvic thrust DOWN! and that low to the ground thing... LMAOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woooow... Your disability can only hold you back as much as YOU let it... Get it guys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7178648587491400325-7910745072183995787?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7910745072183995787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7910745072183995787&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7910745072183995787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7910745072183995787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-dont-have-skills-like-this.html' title='** You don&apos;t have skills like this!**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-3673257714143181856</id><published>2009-03-01T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:56:40.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biological clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow your roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not me buddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>** A Role Reversal**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://redmatyi.blog.hu/media/image/mens-biological-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://redmatyi.blog.hu/media/image/mens-biological-clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnychill.com/files/funny-pictures/mens-biological-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;**That's supposed to be a man's Biological clock! LMAOOOOOOO Love it!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmmm ok, so last night, I'm hanging out w/ my friend (yes FRIEND) Kris. We're talking and just doin' the chit chat thing... OUT OF THE BLUE he starts telling me how he's got all these feelings for me and that he'd already told me this months ago... That I'm not doing anything to progress in this relationship and that his biological clock is ticking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your WHAT is doing WHAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm sitting here dumbfounded. GRANTED he did tell me several months ago that he had really intense feelings for me. He has asked me to meet his family several times only to meet my refusal. YES, he's on the brink of being in Lov3 with me... buttttttttt I've done EVERYTHING I could to thwart that feeling! I've out and out TOLD HIM that I don't want anything with ANYONE right now. I've BLATANTLY told him that there is NOTHING in the future of any seriousness for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;... but I'm still met w/ this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just told him that I'm sure he'll find a great girl one day and he's going to be a phenomenal dad when he finds her. I wished him good luck and tried to sweet the subject under the rug! Grrrr I hate that. Really do... But I've never had a DUDE tell me his biological clock was ticking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow. &lt;/span&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/7178648587491400325-3673257714143181856?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/3673257714143181856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=3673257714143181856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3673257714143181856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/3673257714143181856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/03/role-reversal.html' title='** A Role Reversal**'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-8583354727894662430</id><published>2009-02-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:09:10.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary "FAIL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Urban Dictionary is a comical site w/ mostly false definitions for slang terms... I sometimes venture there for a quick laugh, and to see what OTHERS are saying... I went today... because I have friends that are using a term that I had no clue about. FAIL. Now... I know what "Fail" means, but not that it was a hot new slang term. I wanted to know, precisely what "FAIL" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There were MANY definitions, but this one stuck out merely because of the picture accompaniment. Bwaaaaahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fail:either an interjection used when one disapproves of something, or a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/fail-58619.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/fail-58619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; verb meaning approximately the same thing as the slang form of suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(This is the picture that was attached)The caption read " you fail baby. You fail." LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&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/7178648587491400325-8583354727894662430?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/8583354727894662430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=8583354727894662430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8583354727894662430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/8583354727894662430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/02/urban-dictionary-fail.html' title='Urban Dictionary &quot;FAIL&quot;'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7178648587491400325.post-7816154356955477250</id><published>2009-02-28T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:42:59.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>...And I almost cried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today was a beautifully glorious day... It began w/ me wishing my daughter a happy 7th birth&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EUR/1155-1365~Mama-Said-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EUR/1155-1365~Mama-Said-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day. Nothing better than looking @ this beautiful little woman, and knowing that I have brought her to this point alone. Yes... others have touched her life and helped to mold her in small ways... but for the most part... Mommy has done it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The next order of the day was to go pick up my mother from the nursing home and get her ready to come out for my great-nephew's 1st birthday part (yes, he and my daughter SHARE the same birthday... she hates it). This was a daunting task, and one that I'm not sure I can ever get used to. I actually had to bathe her and get her dressed. For me, it's a weird position to be in because I'm so used to my mom being strong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;... it wasn't bad though ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So we go to the party, it was great to see her happy and smiling and talking to people. My mom was like an escaped inmate. The only sad part was when she said she was tired and we had to leave. I wheel her back to the car... and drive her past the family house. She wants to see how things are. After that, we head back to Louisville to the nursing home. It's about a 45minute drive, so we have time to talk. I hear her talking about getting a car and getting out and all that jazz. It makes me very sad, because I know honestly, she'll probably never drive again... and that she'll probably remain in the nursing home for quite sometime. I just sigh, and agree w/ her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The saddest part is when we actually arrived back @ the home. I pulled up outside and she had no clue where we actually were. She didn't remember coming in and hadn't been outside since her arrival. I get her into the home and wheel her to her room... as soon as we're in the nurses start coming... (she's very popular there!)... They ask her if she's had a good time... if she's tired... etc... She is. The transformation that happened next is what bothered me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;... They began taking off her street clothes and putting her back into her gown. Putting her on the bed and laying her down ( This is what she wanted). The transformation from my mom in her old form to her sick form almost made me cry. I litterally almost lost it there. She again looked frail and extremely sick... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sigh... I know that she was still the same person... but it broke my heart to leave her there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but, at least we had a good day.&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/7178648587491400325-7816154356955477250?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/7816154356955477250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=7816154356955477250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7816154356955477250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/7816154356955477250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-almost-cried.html' title='...And I almost cried...'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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-7178648587491400325.post-4960393868888557574</id><published>2009-02-27T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:46:29.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken wing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>E*trade Baby Spoof (LOVE THIS!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnRjdjqNv0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnRjdjqNv0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I simply can't get enough of the E*trade babies... This is a SPOOF of that... and is HILARIOUS! LMAOOO&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/7178648587491400325-4960393868888557574?l=jaespence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/feeds/4960393868888557574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7178648587491400325&amp;postID=4960393868888557574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4960393868888557574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7178648587491400325/posts/default/4960393868888557574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaespence.blogspot.com/2009/02/etrade-baby-spoof-love-this.html' title='E*trade Baby Spoof (LOVE THIS!!!)'/><author><name>JaeSpenc</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></feed>
