<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:43:52.728-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='Generosity'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>I'm Becoming The One I Want...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life. Love. Spirituality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-1674278002953507602</id><published>2010-05-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:48:08.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>5 miles to empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/S_oEIwMyL8I/AAAAAAAALak/J0kx66XMRVw/s1600/gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/S_oEIwMyL8I/AAAAAAAALak/J0kx66XMRVw/s320/gas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474692845446246338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been driving around with your gas tank sitting on E? Two years ago during the gas shortage, I was out of gas, out of town, and out late at night. No I wasn't partying and being irresponsible, I was doing an industrial shoot for a furniture store all the way in Cartersville, GA. I had done this shoot before, but forgot how far it really was and I got turned around a couple times before making it there just I'm time for the 5:30pm call time. I did realize that I was low on gas and with my reliable Honda, I have never had an issue with gas or, lack there of. This was the first time I just might have broken my record and been stuck on the side of the road. I figured I could just get gas after the shoot and be on my merry little way back to Decatur. Little did I know, I was in for a lesson in FAITH on fumes. Get it?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I met a gentleman at the shoot who offered to follow me to a gas station just in case I ran out of gas. See God brought a someone to cover me so I'd be good. As an I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T woman, we need to learn to accept help when a man is trying to do his job to protect you, even when it seems like he's trying to holla and you're not feeling him. This wasn't necessarily the case, but I'm just saying, stop trying to do everything on your own. Anyway, the shoot was going well and fortunately for me, I was wrapped about 12am, but unfortunately my "covering" was not wrapped. I had to make a decision on whether to wait on him or strike out on my own in this dark night in Cartersville. Well, I was being slightly independent and stubborn, cause I was TIRED, and I left my covering there at the shoot. SHOOT! LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I crank up my Honda, and of course the gas light is on, but I'm like no prob, Lord I saw a few gas stations on my way in, I'll be straight. Hmmmfp! I felt like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, I was trying every gas station, and it was like "this one's closed" and "this one's open but has no gas!" This was not going like the fairytale at all! I was not having any GoldiLUCK! Now I'm starting to panic just a little cause I left my covering who could have found a gas station that was open for me and I wouldn't have had to drive around blindly WASTING gas! Now remember I am in Cartersville where everything practically shuts down at 9 pm, and they don't have QT or RACETRAC like Atlanta, soooo I am so screwed now and I don't know where I'm going, I'm just driving, I could've been in Tennessee somewhere, maybe not since I was out of gas, ha! So now I'm praying like the whole time like just calling JESUS' name, cause there is POWER in HIS name right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am sure I am going to run out of gas because I have been driving for a long time AND I have driven in circles and up and down dark 2 lane roads with nothing in sight. Finally I drive by this gas station that has all the lights off and all the pumps are off, BUT, the open sign is on. Huh? Next door was the laundromat that was open, and I passed this station earlier, but the "open" sign and dark store seemed like a denial to me. Well this time I pulled into the lot and there was a guy standing in front of the laundromat outside doing something on his cellphone. I took a chance and just asked him if he knew whether or not the gas station was actually opened or closed. AUDACITY OF HOPE (oooh, this coulda been the title too...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually said "No it's closed I'm sorry." I was like "oh cause I see the "open" sign is on...and I'm like soooo outta gas... At this point I'm defeated, BUT GOD!!! How about the guy was actually the manager of that gas station!!!! What!!!! So I'm like "sir please I have like NO GAS IN THIS CAR, and have been driving for like 20 min" in the middle of the night. Now of all the stations I drove past, that were closed and had no gas, God led me to a station that HAD gas and COULD BE opened by FAITH! The guy told me to pull up to the pump, and he reopened the store so that I could get gas!! God WILL open a door that seems closed even when it has an "open" sign that would lead you to believe for example, that a job is available and they go and hire their friend, or that home you're under contract for is practically yours and then the bank says, "ummm NO!" TRUST ME! God opened a door for me when it was closed and it reminds me that he will NEVER leave me nor forsake me....EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was so nice and I was just baffled at the fact that I wouldn't and couldn't even have guessed that HE was the manager of the store, all because of his position. HMM position.... I didn't link him to the gas station because he was "positioned" or standing in front of the laundromat. Now I did kinda racially profile him but only because he looked sorta middle eastern and I know alot of them work at a lot of gas stations, so I thought, hmm maybe... or maybe not. He couldve been playing snake on his phone while waiting for his clothes to dry, or tryna text his baby momma to tell her he just couldnt wash her unmentionables so that meant she wasn't going have any clean panties to wear to work the next day unless she washed them in the sink herself! Lol! You know how some men are! Who knows why he was standing there cause he wasn't washing no clothes, he standing right where God wanted him to be standing so that God could test my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas station guy ended up saying to me that he too had actually been out of gas stranded before, and that's why he opened the store for me. Compassion and empathy! When you have been through something you tend to have more empathy and are more compelled to help someone knowing their pain firsthand. Bless his heart. This one was "just right" as Goldilocks would say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, needless to say, I drove out of Cartersville on a full tank of gas, money in my pocket from the shoot, and another victory for TEAM JESUS!! HALLELUJAH!! With God all things are possible, even a closed door can be open with God placing all the players in the right positions like any good coach, and with the players studying, applying and trusting the playbook (Bible), victory is inevitable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-1674278002953507602?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1674278002953507602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=1674278002953507602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/1674278002953507602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/1674278002953507602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-miles-to-empty.html' title='5 miles to empty'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/S_oEIwMyL8I/AAAAAAAALak/J0kx66XMRVw/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-2573990518672175836</id><published>2010-05-01T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:35:44.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>From the mouth of babes</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my sister decided to take my nephews to see a live show of Peter Pan. I am always down for live theatre! Well the play was held at an amphitheatre, so I was excited to be able to have a sort of picnic on a sunny day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Publix right before the show started so that we could get snacks and sandwiches, and normally I wouldn't get a sub sandwich from anywhere but Baldinos, a personal hometown favorite. This time I went ahead and ordered an Italian sub since it was slightly similar to my Baldinos usual. So the Publix guy is putting all the "fixins" on my sub and he puts like two squirts of oil on it and I'm like "hey come on man you can put some more oil on there," and he was like "oh my bad ok, I'll put more on there." Now I was saying it in a light jokey way, you know, "you know 2 squirts is not enough bruh." Well I thought nothing of the interaction, and as we went to check out, my nephew was like "you were very...demanding." I'm standing there like really?? He's like "yes you sounded mean." From the mouth of babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how you can think you sounded on way but really, what you said was perceived another way. I ended up going back to the substation and apologizing to the Publix guy. He was like "NO! you're fine, I wasn't offended at all, I mean I love you...WAIT!! I LOVE YOU?? What random guy says that? I think he had a Freudian slip there, which was a little weird, but slightly flattering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wasn't perceived as mean by the Publix guy, I may have been mean in other areas of life. I know one of my coworkers says that I can say some pretty insensitive things. If I have, I truly am sorry. I think I try my best to resolve conflict because I like hashing things out and being upfront with people. This was why I went back, not to soothe my own ego, but to mend fences. So many arguments can be squashed by just taking the opportunity to apologize when something is said that is hurtful or embarrassing. I think some people can also be in denial about even being wrong, which I have been caught on both sides of that argument, so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my communication studies in college, we would attribute this misunderstanding to what we call 'noise' which is not necessarily audible, but can be semantic, psychological, or cultural. In an article on the Society for Technical Communication, Noise refers to anything introduced into the message that is not included in it by [the] sender. I think this happens a lot in general, so from now on I will proofread the messages in my head before they are sent from my mouth, because I think my "firewall" may have been down on various occasions, causing unintended viruses. LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-2573990518672175836?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2573990518672175836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=2573990518672175836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2573990518672175836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2573990518672175836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='From the mouth of babes'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-2497039457926525144</id><published>2010-04-24T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:17:20.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><title type='text'>I hope you dance....</title><content type='html'>So right now, as I write this, I am at my nephews' school dance! Remember those? It is a 70's theme so I fit right it with my afro, no wig necessary, hee hee! All the kids seem to be enjoying their time to dance, laugh, scream, RUN, and just be themselves. As a kid at heart I completely feel them. Like these kids, I too sit at a desk for 8 hours a day and as told to me by management, I must be tied to the phone lines for 7.4 hours Monday through Friday. I can get a little stir crazy and need a release from angry taxpayers and non stop questions, but hey, I'm here to help.... Never the less, I digress. Kids have dual effect on me, they energize me and tire me, but most of all inspire me! They remind me of all the possibilities that lie ahead and all the wonderful opportunities that lie in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;As with any school dance there are must haves that set it off, and this one comes complete with dim lights, rows of chairs on opposite sides of the room so you can make eyes directly @ your puppy love crush you're infatuated with at the moment, loud bumping music, a photographer, food (and at a good price I might add $1 for popcorn?? Gimme 3 bags!!), chaperons (hated those didn't you especially when you danced with your boo and he tried to cop that feel lol!!), the popular crew, the not so popular crew, the dancers and the wallflowers. This elementary school dance has it all! Also, the parents are in full effect which is awesome because they care enough to stay and participate in their kids lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit nostalgic as they play "You Can't Touch This" and think of the early 90's when I started going to dances, (real ones where you might actually have your 1st boyfriend). That was back when people really did dance, cause as Goodie Mob said "People don't dance no more, all they do is dis...." and by 'dis' I interpret it as a double meaning. All people do is dis, distance themselves from each other. Come on get close, dance close, connect, and dont be so stiff and uptight. All people do is dis, disrespect the dance floor by standing around laughing at everybody else, when in fact YOU are the one who can't dance!! But for real, life is like a school dance, you're gonna have some fun, your heart may get broken, you might spend alot of money trying to impress others or you may be a late bloomer who gets all the girls/guys end the end. You may be like the wallflowers, too afraid to get out there and look silly because you can't dance or maybe you're the one who needs to get off the dance floor cause you been "out" there toooo long. Maybe you're the chaperon who's sooo stuck on the "rules" that you forget that you're not perfect and it's ok if you make a mistake, come on live a little! Could you be the DJ, who is so busy pleasing people and playing what THEY want to hear, that you never get to dance to your favorite tune, go dance and just let the record play! Are you the photographer with the vision for how everyone ELSE's life should look like, but not your own? Have your picture taken (i.e. Look in the mirror) and see what image develops, you might be surprised at the flaws that are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are and where ever you are in this life, just remember life can be just like a school dance, it's what you make it as I've been told many times, so no matter what..... I hope you dance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-2497039457926525144?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2497039457926525144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=2497039457926525144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2497039457926525144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2497039457926525144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I hope you dance....'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-1178812996494878269</id><published>2010-04-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:02:30.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"I've-got-Codes....."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I was just thinking about all the different codes that I either have used or use now on a daily basis. A code is a rule for converting a piece of information (for example, a letter, word, phrase, or gesture) into another form or representation (one sign into another sign), not necessarily of the same type. Technology forces us to use codes and for a lot of us we use them on our jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using codes whether it be for work or play can be efficient, useful and a fun way to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; communication when necessary or just an inside joke. For example, if you ever go to Footlocker and you hear an employee walk to the back stockroom and tell another employee that he/she is going to "DEPARTMENT 13" that is code for the bathroom! Cool huh?! Well, at least I think so, there are so many other words, phrases, numbers, acronyms.... that we all use to covertly communicate something we don't want others to know or that is much more time consuming to communicate verbally, like when you hold your index finger and middle finger in the shape of a 'V' that is what we call a PEACE sign! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I don't know if anyone else cares but I am going to list some of my favorite "codes" that I either use or have used in the past. Now that I work for IRS, some of those codes I will keep to myself so as to keep myself employed, tee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;! Here are mine, in no particular order, now show me yours!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;FD- Factory Defect... Footlocker term&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heads up....literal meaning- watch the floor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to the stockroom- Footlocker term &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.... oh my gosh- my new favorite phrase&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LTMS&lt;/span&gt;.....Laughing to myself- cause how often are you REALLY laughing out loud??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;True Dupe....a duplicate return, but its what I call my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;derriere&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob &amp;amp; Carter.... the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fictitious&lt;/span&gt; boys I created when my nephews were acting up during Christmas. I told them I would give their toys to "Jacob &amp;amp; Carter" instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jalen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Cameron! It still works with the little one when he acts up, but the older one knows they are not real boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;WOT... waste of time(can be used in front of customer) when a customer comes in and makes u bring out all the shoes/clothes/jewelry... ...in the store and they buy nothing, or their card declines- Footlocker, Limited, Tiffany's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady doctor- The doctor for ladies.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gynecologist&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    9. G is L- God is love...a former coworker used to say it to a friend of mine because he laughs so obnoxiously loud next to her that when he apologized for it, that was her response! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, I mean, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LTMS&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  10. "Let me direct you to customer service"- I have doubts about the authenticity of your jewelry.... Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.- Yes I have seen 'em, those Tiffany &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impostors&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-1178812996494878269?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/1178812996494878269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=1178812996494878269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/1178812996494878269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/1178812996494878269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-got-codes.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve-got-Codes.....&quot;'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-5458464256397729844</id><published>2010-01-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:30:45.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One good turn deserves another</title><content type='html'>So have you ever had a piece of tissue stuck to your shoe, food in your teeth or your hair sticking straight up on your head? I sure have and I have found it rare for someone to actually be nice and let you know, so you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look stupid. Someone at a football game told me that I had something stuck in my teeth, and he had to be the 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; person I saw by the time the food was "noticed." Why do we have such a hard time telling people when something is wrong with them that can be fixed even though it may be embarrassing for them and for you. Is it really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; or do we feel like its none of our business, or someone else will tell them. Since the guy at the game filled me in on my cruddy teeth, I have tried to make a better effort to help other people in their appearance ignorance, cause sometimes you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. Like the time in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade when I walked to the bus stop with my hair bonnet on. No one said anything to me and it was only until another classmate came to the bus stop and looked at me funny, did I realize I had my hair bonnet on. Oops! Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;! Today, there was a lady in my training class whose hair was sticking straight up and made her look very sloppy. I got up during break and brushed it down. She may have been slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, but not as much as if she had gotten home tonight or went on a date right after work and realized that her hair was sticking up all day and no one bothered to tell her, but clearly SAW it sticking up. Sometimes I believe people hate on you and don't tell you on purpose, maybe because they think its funny. Whatever the reason, let me know when I'm looking jacked up or I have a giant "boogie" hanging out of my nose, TELL ME!! I won't be mad....unless you don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-5458464256397729844?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/5458464256397729844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=5458464256397729844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5458464256397729844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5458464256397729844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-good-turn-deserves-another.html' title='One good turn deserves another'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-5467529997722511995</id><published>2009-09-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:46:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And surprise checks in the mail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsEOkUj9sGI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/gN06sqQvyGI/s1600-h/j0365261.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386602646469455970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsEOkUj9sGI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/gN06sqQvyGI/s320/j0365261.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I updated my Facebook status by sharing my testimony of a how I took to heart the words of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsEGbT6Do9I/AAAAAAAAJcI/Bn2gQfHCebU/s1600-h/j0365261.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my churchs' Building Fund Confession as we gave our tithes and offerings and received a bonus in my paycheck that same week. I struggled with how much I was going to give because I was in my flesh about it, but I knew God was going to be faithful to me so I gave more than I intended to give. Now it hurt for a minute, but as I was sitting there with my tithes and offering in hand, I surrendered my will to God's and was at peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the next day at work, I saw a link online saying the performance awards would show up in our checks that week. I was not even expecting an award. I followed the link, looked for my name and there it was! I was praising God! That was Monday. Well Saturday I had gotten home from a birthday cookout and saw some mail for me that my mom sent in a plain envelope. I opened it thinking there was my final bill from the power company since I moved, but when I pulled it out it was actually a check!! (Hence, "and surprise checks in the mail.") It was in the exact amount of what I paid on my last bill, not to mention, I had a credit on the statement before that one! Don't know where that credit came from either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now just to give you a background on the "Building Fund Confession". Our building has been built since 2004, but this was something the congregation said during the tithes and offering part of service when we were in the building process. We continue because it is a prophetic word that we speak over our lives, and to continue to be faithful in our obedience in giving. I love this part of service because I get to worship God cheerfully and give him back what he's given me and more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very easy to give when won't hurt or when you know you'll have more than enough left over, but when you give anyway, and you know it's gonna be a sacrifice, that's when God goes out of his way to pour out his blessings! Whether it be a breakthrough in your finances, healing, deliverance from past hurts emotionally and mentally, fruit of the spirit, relationships, whatever is going to help you to be a better steward over the life God has given you! He wants a close relationship with you just like you want to be as close to your wife, husband, significant other...Giving can build a foundation of faith, trust, obedience, and a stronger love for HIM as he reveals his will for your life. So as he pours out on you, you are that much more happy, eager and compassionate to give to others in need. I have seen it happen soooo many times in my own walk with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 6:38 says "Give and it shall be given unto you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was how they filled and measured your portion back then. A good measure was pressed down in the baskets to fit as much in as possible. They shook the basket to make more room and settle the wheat and then pressed more as it was added in, until it was practically running over. Don't you love it when they stuff as many french fries as can fit in the holder? Don't you love it when it's running over and there are so many that some fries are even in the bottom of the bag? Now don't you dislike it when you get a bag of chips that seems full, but has like 15 chips inside? Just "food" for thought! LoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the Word of Faith Building Fund confession in its entirety, BE BLESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, we willingly, faithfully and cheerfully worship You with our giving through tithes and offerings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We release our faith and finances so that ALL our ministry facilities will be built and our vision will be established in the Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We believe that as we sow seend to establish the vision of Your house, You will also establish ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, as a result of our obedience in love and giving, we thank You for raises and increases, borrowed money to be returned to us, bonuses and increased commisions, rebates dividends, gifts and inheritances, cancelled debt, and surprise checks in the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bless You for blessing the health of our bodies, the sanity of our minds and the quality of our relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We honor You for the divine favor that You bring to our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus' name... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5976989070730497398-5467529997722511995?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/5467529997722511995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=5467529997722511995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5467529997722511995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5467529997722511995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-surprise-checks-in-mail.html' title='...And surprise checks in the mail.'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsEOkUj9sGI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/gN06sqQvyGI/s72-c/j0365261.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-8976956217836708321</id><published>2009-06-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:14:00.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 YEARS AND COUNTING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SjhQnyMiYTI/AAAAAAAAISs/4n9VuIdxXcA/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348113201921941810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SjhQnyMiYTI/AAAAAAAAISs/4n9VuIdxXcA/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I turned 30 today! I'm very humbled because I had plenty of opportunities to not make it to this day. What a blessing God has given me! I have taken some time to wind down from my party weekend, to reflect on the next 10 years of my life. My 20's were great! It would make a great book someday, I mean there was heartache, romance, disappointments, parties, spiritual battles, triumphant victories, scratching and surviving, I could go on. Now things aren't necessarily perfect now, but there have been a lot of changes and some much needed growth. I've gained some valuable friends, lost some, restored friendships, and allowed life experiences to cause an amicable distance. All in all the true victory is that those changes have made me who I am today. I give myself room to transform into whoever and whatever I want to be and not apologized for it. God has taught me to truly let go of things out of my control and constantly rely on him. I'm not forcing it anymore.  I'm listening for his voice to guide my footsteps and relinquishing my ideals of how life is supposed to go. Am I married yet? No, but it will happen sooner than I know it, and I am not sorry for myself or envious of others. Ecclesiates is a great reminder of knowing that there is a place in time God designated for my marriage. Do I have kids yet? No, big No. I want them, but man they are a huge responsibility, not to mention they can wear you out physically and fiscally! LOL! I'm in no rush to have more on me than I'm ready for. Am I million dollar movie star? Not yet, but GOD is asking for "Now Faith" so I'm giving it to him knowing he can do the impossible, and the odds in Hollywood can be just that.  I was watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and one line in the movie that stuck out to me was "You never know what's coming for ya." It's a very southern phrase but so very true. It reminds me that things won't always stay the same and even the things that we hope for that seem so distant or out of reach can surley come, even things we don't hope for. Therefore, just live. Life can come at you quickly and take you places, to meet people and experience things so extraordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 came for me and I'm finding a quiet confidence in living at this level.  An assurance I didn't have at 25 when I went through the "quarter- life crisis." Many will say that's not real, or that that it's a term for lazy young people who can't get it together, but for me, it almost cost me my life.  My state of mind was so in shock and deconstructed by dreams deferred, so to speak, that nothing I did brought happiness or sense of accomplishment.  When you add in disappointments by way of job loss, heartbreak, and being displaced, only God can breathe life into dry bones. God can tell someone you don't even know to send you an email asking you to audition for a role in their play out of the blue, to bring you back to a place where he began a good work.  "You never know what's coming for ya" at it's best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 is where my 2nd gust of wind will kick in and propel me to new heights without fear. I have no choice but to have FAITH. I have no choice but to expect a miracle everyday! Live  your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-8976956217836708321?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/8976956217836708321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=8976956217836708321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/8976956217836708321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/8976956217836708321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-years-and-counting.html' title='30 YEARS AND COUNTING!'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SjhQnyMiYTI/AAAAAAAAISs/4n9VuIdxXcA/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-69959253691856821</id><published>2009-01-10T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:32:05.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year to those I have not seen or talked to lately! I'm excited about this year because I have committed to doing something that I have only been mildy successful at, and not very consistent. That is advancing God's Kingdom.  Matthew 6:33 says "Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be given unto you."  First of all to understand what "these things" are, you have to read the verses before this one.   In the previous verses, God tells us not to worry about what we are going to eat, drink wear, but to have faith that he will provide our every need."These things" seem pretty basic, but to some people it is something they feel they have to chase, struggle to get, or have the best of the best and nothing less. We don't realize that they are a given, when we are focused on what's important to God. I love how my student Bible phrases this verse, it says "and he will give you everything you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your &lt;em&gt;primary concern&lt;/em&gt;.  Does that sound hard? Conceptually, no, but in practice it is hard in this techno, impatient, all-you-can_______ world.  It's easy to be concerned about a lot of things other than God's Kingdom.  It's almost like God is telling us &lt;strong&gt;"Hakuna Matata, I can handle food, drink, and clothes, I got this, give me something bigger." &lt;/strong&gt;This whole section&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;6:25-33) challenges us to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;change our &lt;strong&gt;focus&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year more of my &lt;strong&gt;focus &lt;/strong&gt;is on advancing His Kingdom.   There are so many ways to do  this, so my first step has been to get in his face.  You know, spend time with Him, get to know His heart, really seek to know what matters to Him. God has opinions, (usually called "the truth") about our lives everyday all day, but do we stop and ask him for them?   I have tried to do a lot of things by my own might that have not worked, so I figured if I just let God have his way I can't go wrong, right? Making what's important to him important to me releases me from making bad decisions, gives me freedom, and confidence that I am walking in his favor, no matter what.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God showed me that there are so many things in me that other people need to get them where he wants them to be, that if I'm so busy looking at myself, my circumstances, then I'm becoming stagnant and can't be useful in advancing anything. That being said, another step is serving.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when I can be very selfish and a lot of times it stems from my own fear of lack.  What better way to learn about gratitude and giving than serving those who really are lacking.  I love helping people, and lately my heart has been drawn to serving the homeless.   I want to be more consistent in giving them more time, attention, and food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is preparing me for great things in 2009, mainly so that he can be glorified.  I'm not perfect, I'm just grateful for his forgiveness, and that he still wants to use little ole me.  I look forward to all that he provides for me while I seek His Kingdom and His will for my life.   There were so many things I wanted in 2008 that I was either denied or have been delayed, but I know that I will always have what I need, and while I'm seeking His righteousness, he seeks to  bless me.  &lt;/div&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/5976989070730497398-69959253691856821?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/69959253691856821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=69959253691856821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/69959253691856821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/69959253691856821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2009/01/advance-in-2009.html' title='Advance in 2009'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-5600317042226034522</id><published>2009-01-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:05:28.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paintball Drive-By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SWBREcHWPrI/AAAAAAAAHlc/IvDl-mVbLUk/s1600-h/Holidays+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287315099241299634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SWBREcHWPrI/AAAAAAAAHlc/IvDl-mVbLUk/s320/Holidays+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SWBQNWZbquI/AAAAAAAAHlU/zseiR3hdLbE/s1600-h/Holidays+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314152813734626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SWBQNWZbquI/AAAAAAAAHlU/zseiR3hdLbE/s320/Holidays+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So something random is always happening to me, so my coworker (a.k.a Cor-Bear) tells me. Tuesday night I'm driving home from work and gabbing away on the phone to my friend. All of a sudden I hear this pow pow pow sound against the back of my car. Now at this point I'm a little anxious because if you scroll down, you will see what happened to my windshield...twice. Anyhoo, I kept driving because I didn't see anything and I thought I ran over something that was just flapping against my car so I didn't feel the need to stop to check on it, plus it was 11:30 at night. Well when I looked at my back window, there was a splash of color and I told my friend I think I've been paint balled, not sure but I'll know once I get home cause I 'm not stopping to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad I didn't because right when I saw the paint this car gets behind me and starts riding my car. Then they flash their lights like once or twice and then they pull up beside. Mind you I'm surprisingly calm. The car is slightly behind me but deliberately riding next to me. I began to get a little nervous thinking are these people out to get me? 2 seconds later the car abruptly gets back behind me exits off the highway. WHAT??!!! That was soooo weird. My friend asked me if I was ok cause she's getting scared for me and I'm like "child I'm not stopping cause I don't want whoever that was in that car to carjack me or kidnap me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really believe it was just a juvenile prank, but it really could've been some one targeting me to attack me. Who knows but I'm glad I didn't stop, because I was still safe and the paint came off, for the most part. What was the lesson in all of this? Well, Um, I don't know, if your car gets paintball keep going, your life is worth more than a few splashes of paint. If anything it may remind you to wash your dusty car for once, mine included! LOL!!!! &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/5976989070730497398-5600317042226034522?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/5600317042226034522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=5600317042226034522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5600317042226034522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5600317042226034522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2009/01/paintball-drive-by.html' title='The Paintball Drive-By'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SWBREcHWPrI/AAAAAAAAHlc/IvDl-mVbLUk/s72-c/Holidays+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-61221302948571399</id><published>2008-11-28T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:35:01.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDe_rpDMtI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/Cr9CnYjzu6w/s1600-h/little+kaiesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273960349278876370" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDe_rpDMtI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/Cr9CnYjzu6w/s320/little+kaiesha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is this cute little girl you say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDo9YqNw_I/AAAAAAAAHcg/Fa2pAJfYnaY/s1600-h/gymnast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273971304940028914" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDo9YqNw_I/AAAAAAAAHcg/Fa2pAJfYnaY/s320/gymnast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dominique&lt;/span&gt; Dawes didn't have anything on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDpkN3ecjI/AAAAAAAAHco/gpm2E9RT29o/s1600-h/kaiesha+at+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273971972057756210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/STDpkN3ecjI/AAAAAAAAHco/gpm2E9RT29o/s320/kaiesha+at+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; I was lip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Syncing&lt;/span&gt; my heart out, this was my school's version of  "PUTTING' ON THE HITS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's me! That's right I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jheri&lt;/span&gt; curl, probably a carefree curl at the time. So what, I felt like the black Shirley Temple.  Anyway, I had an awesome day at work.  We took our lunch break and had a good old fashion talent show. Well most of you know I'm an actor with lots of slashes (dancer/singer/...you get it...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my group did a "Gangsta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grizzill&lt;/span&gt;" remix of R&amp;amp;B classics with dancing, imitations, and a few throwbacks. It was so funny. It started out Tammy Terrell and Marvin Gaye, "You're all I need to get by" for the old heads, then the Mary J and Method Man version, then "real love" by Mary J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; a bit of six degrees huh? Then we went to Black Sheep's famous engine engine number 9...you finish the lyrics from "This or That" cause I know you know it. Next, we took it to the Fat Man Scoop remix of Faiths' "I never knew there was a love like this before" complete with the shout out to independent women and zodiac signs and all. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; thought you were at the original Club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Esso&lt;/span&gt; from back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  guess what we ended with?? What song is the feel good, no matter what age you are, family r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eunion&lt;/span&gt; anthem???? You guessed it, Frankie, Beverly and Maze " Before I let go!!!" I felt like I was at Phillips arena doing a concert it was so live!! Then I performed a poetic piece and even acted out scenes from movies for my coworkers to guess. I was in my element &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want to stop performing. My coworkers called me a triple threat and deep down I know I am, but this career is such a grind it can be challenging to keep those blinders on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I was at home enjoying some me time, thinking about where I want my career to go and wondering when will my star rise. Then I was reminded of how much I loved to perform as a little girl and I was inspired to right a poem for "her." My 3 year old self has always loved attention and performing, and sincerely wants to be a star. This is the poem I wrote to me/her to keep me motivated to keep "her" dream alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Little Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Little girl has a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be the most talented performer the world's ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She loves to sing, act, write, and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All she wants is to be given a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To spread her wings and let her gift fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyond the clouds of doubt, fear, and lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little girl deserves to see her fantasies come to fruition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No more pretending, no more imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little girl embodies creativity to no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With a beauty and spirit God has anointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Witty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;charismatic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;effervescent&lt;/span&gt;, and full of joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little girl is about to make some noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No longer standing in the background, catching vapors of other's fulfilled dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's walking in the limelight of her own Hollywood scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The very one in which she was born to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaiesha&lt;/span&gt; lives success with every breath she takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I love this little girl and she's come a very long way and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much farther to go. She is a star on the rise for sure. 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I feel like I've fallen in love!!! I'm proud to show him off, he's charismatic, persistent and a man of great stature. Who wouldn't love a man like that. I found out that Barack Obama won as I was walking out of my job at the IRS. I could hear screams of excitement all over the parking lot and the energy was surreal. I've been walking around secretly beaming inside thinking of all the firsts we'll have together my President and I. Though it will be a super long distance relationship, I don't mind. I know he is handling his business for my well being and for millions of people, and I LOVE IT!!! I think of all the sacrifices he's made, the unnecessary attacks on his character, and the strength it took to NOT go off on folks like a Samuel L. Jackson character, and It reminds me that I made the right choice in voting for him. Is it just me, or does anybody else feel protective of him like he's your own family member? This is deep y'all, this is so historic and I can't wait to see how these "patriotic Americans" react to "their" new President. I mean it would be sooo unAmerican to say anything bad about the President of the United States of America right? But for now, nothing and no one can take this glow of love that I have for our President elect, Barack Obama. Everything in the world is brighter. Ahhh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-5613775191701990654?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/5613775191701990654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=5613775191701990654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5613775191701990654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/5613775191701990654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-in-love.html' title='I Think I&apos;m in Love!!!!!'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRRYxFe-zzI/AAAAAAAAHak/_mq1TuJ1m-w/s72-c/obama.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-7120468572789029139</id><published>2008-11-07T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:23:02.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.O.L.L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRROI7wUkYI/AAAAAAAAHac/L69xI2X8Wjw/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265919779689238914" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRROI7wUkYI/AAAAAAAAHac/L69xI2X8Wjw/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys I gave water to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRRMt1vhzCI/AAAAAAAAHaU/ZIKlNb6O2NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265918214707203106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRRMt1vhzCI/AAAAAAAAHaU/ZIKlNb6O2NQ/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the actual trashcan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say what does R.O.L.L. mean? Well once again I've been a giving bandit. I was photographing in Centennial Park one day and I was about to leave with my client when I witnessed something that I don't think I have ever seen or if I have, it never sunk in. Well as we were walking a man walked up to a trash can, and you know when your'e talking and walking you're not always completely paying attention, well I saw him drink out of a coke bottle and throw it back in the trash can. Now I don't remember him having a bottle in his hands, that means he drank out of someone elses coke bottle. Wow. Then he found a sandwich and ate that too. Wow. I asked my client/friend if he really just ate right out of the trashcan. She was like yeah, and that just broke my heart. I have never seen someone eat a meal out of the trashcan from start to finish. You know the Holy spirit would not let me go until I did something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I told her that I have to get him something because when we walked up closer to him, he was sweating really bad and it wasn't hot that day. I walked over to him and asked him what he wanted from the store and he said "can you get me McDonalds?" Now I was nowhere near a MCD's, so I was like naw but I can get you something to drink and snacks from the store. He was like can I some chips and water. Now if you live in the 'A' you know the homeless folks just want money 90% of the time. This guy was hungry and thirsty, thats it. He could have asked for money, but he didn't. This is how I knew he wasn't trying to get over. I ended up getting four bottles of water and four bags of chips because there were other homeless people where he was and I didn't feel right just giving him something and not them. Well I got back and it was funny because two of the people there were like, "somebody said there was some free drinks." now he saw me ask the guy what he wanted, I don't recall saying that, but that was my intention anyway. I gave him and the girl he was with a bottle of water, and another guy sitting there one. I found the original guy and gave him the water and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tested me in this situation because I had just gotten that money from my client and there was a slpit second where I actually could have kept going and did nothing. God is so good!!! He will test you to see if you will be faithful to him when he asks you to do something, and to see what you will do with what he gives you. Business is growing yall and God's favor is upon me. I encourage you to give beyond what's comfortable, have compassion when it not easy to, and...R.O.L.L.... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;each &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ut &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;east.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-7120468572789029139?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/7120468572789029139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=7120468572789029139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/7120468572789029139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/7120468572789029139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/11/roll.html' title='R.O.L.L.'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SRROI7wUkYI/AAAAAAAAHac/L69xI2X8Wjw/s72-c/DSC_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-2536625135481219117</id><published>2008-10-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:59:38.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning struck twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SOmadcfOI3I/AAAAAAAAFek/xtmERqu1aLM/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253900270958420850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SOmadcfOI3I/AAAAAAAAFek/xtmERqu1aLM/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how my windshield looked the first time it was smashed July 25, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SOmbpgs06uI/AAAAAAAAFes/SMfqBSmj_cI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253901577759288034" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SOmbpgs06uI/AAAAAAAAFes/SMfqBSmj_cI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="684" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how my windshield looked the second time it was smashed September 1, 2008.&lt;br /&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;     I don't know why this past summer was so harsh for me.  As you can see "lightning" struck me  twice on a wound that was just healing.  In July my windshield was smashed by a tire tread on I-16 40miles from Savannah.  I looked to my left and when I looked back, to the road, something black was falling from the sky.  I was so shaken, and shocked I kinda kept driving for a second like "what just happened?"  I actually only assumed that it was a tire tread because the car in front of me had maneuvered out of the way of another piece in the road.  My only other assumption was that the car in front of me had rolled over the first piece causing it to fly up and smash my windshield. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     After two weeks with a rental car and my account a $500 deductible short, (that I had to hustle my hind off for!!!) I finally got my baby back with a shiny new windshield.  Yay!! I'm driving , but still kinda paranoid cause that was such a freak accident.  Well on my way to photograph the &lt;a href="http://www.kabphoto.photoreflect.com/"&gt;Welcome Home Hip Hop &lt;/a&gt;event September 1, Labor day, I'm driving and talking to my friend Becky (safely on my blue tooth!) and I clearly see the back tire of the car in front of me roll over something that.... ta da! flies up and smashes my windshield on the right side. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'm furious.  This all happened at night near construction on 75/85 in a matter of seconds.  The first thing I say is "Are you kidding me??!!" I'm trying to flag the car down cause I'm pissed and I don't want to pay for this AGAIN! Well they couldn't even understand me, and then they were going on 400 and I didn't have any toll money.  I mean I knew they were not "responsible" to pay because it was an accident, but tell that to my bank account.  Well all I could do was go to the event, photograph people hoping they wanted to purchase my work, and get some MORE money for this windshield.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    After talking to like 4 insurance reps, I'm frustrated and feeling powerless. Who has $1000 in deductible money to pay for a windshield that gets smashed twice in 2 months?  Thank God for the last insurance lady who found and better option for me.  She called a mobile glass company, got me an estimate just for the windshield under $200.00. Praise the Lord!  Well I didn't have the money that day so they came the next day when my check hit my account. That day I went to church thinking I don't have enough left to pay any bills on time, but when I got home and looked at my account, and another check had been deposited in my account by accident. Praise the Lord Again!!! God knew what I needed because that payment was supposed to come that next week and I would have had late fees on my bills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I don't know why this windshield business happened to me twice.  I can only say that God is truly in control because both times I walked away with my life.  Sometimes he has to remind us that even when everything is taken away, destroyed, or out of order, God is a God of Restoration. So I continue to put my trust in HIM. I have had other stressful trials in the last few months, but God has truly restored me and supplied me with ALL my needs. I am so grateful. What has God done for you lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5976989070730497398-2536625135481219117?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2536625135481219117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=2536625135481219117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2536625135481219117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2536625135481219117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/10/lightning-struck-twice.html' title='Lightning struck twice'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SOmadcfOI3I/AAAAAAAAFek/xtmERqu1aLM/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-4983452630802833906</id><published>2008-10-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:50:54.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 MPH is the new full tank</title><content type='html'>So since the recent gas shortage has gotten everybody changing their gasoline options, I have decided to drastically change mine.  Well it is drastic for me, because I usually drive 75-80mph. (flow of traffic...hey this is the 'A')  I have decided to start driving 60 MPH pn the highway to conserve the gas in my tank.  On Sunday, I had a little over a half of a tank, and that was that night. Monday through Friday I have to drive approximately 35-40miles each way to work. What I noticed by Wednesday was that I was one notch under a half of a tank. That's pretty good considering I went to TACO MAC with the gang after acting class too.  Anyhoo, by Friday my tank was at a quarter of a tank and you might say "Go Fill Up!!" but I knew that I probably wouldn't have to until Saturday after class. I was correct. I sometimes wait to get gas depending on how much money I have at the time and the price did seem to go down when I got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I found that though I may piss off a few people driving that slow, it tremendously saved me a huge amount of gas.  You should try it for a week and see don't your pockets thank you for it.  I also noticed more of my surroundings and wasn't as rushed when I got to work.  That's another thing, make sure you leave in enough time to get to work.  Just putting in my 2 cents...that I saved driving along with the regular slow pokes. The S-L-O LANE!! LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-4983452630802833906?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/4983452630802833906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=4983452630802833906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/4983452630802833906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/4983452630802833906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/10/60-mph-is-new-full-tank.html' title='60 MPH is the new full tank'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-7541835568253685895</id><published>2008-09-18T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:23:02.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIPb_ZFDmI/AAAAAAAAFds/ogeiKuvWbXg/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247273489387556450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIPb_ZFDmI/AAAAAAAAFds/ogeiKuvWbXg/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: smaller" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9ZnlQSTJyOWxXM2c="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyPI2r9lW3g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me that there are still so many things to look forward to and to reach for daily. God has given us assignments while we're here. Let's all pass with flying colors. Remember, there is no retest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiesha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-7541835568253685895?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/7541835568253685895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=7541835568253685895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/7541835568253685895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/7541835568253685895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIPb_ZFDmI/AAAAAAAAFds/ogeiKuvWbXg/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-8054886710031659312</id><published>2008-09-18T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:56:51.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generosity'/><title type='text'>It's Not All About You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIJj3VNmiI/AAAAAAAAFdk/htzHdPewcP4/s1600-h/j0438957%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267027593042466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIJj3VNmiI/AAAAAAAAFdk/htzHdPewcP4/s320/j0438957%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend (August 9, 2008) I had an experience that reminded me that sometimes I need to stop focusing on me. I was leaving my apartment to go to Walgreens to pick up a photo. As I'm walking down the steps, my right foot slips and I am slipping down the steps, but I don't fall. I am basically holding onto the rails for dear life. I'm shocked, a little nervous, but ok, despite the fact that the kids in the hallway are trying not to laugh at me. I tell them to go ahead and laugh, cause I had laugh at myself as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I'm going about my day, I realize that my hand is burned from sliding down the railing and my neck, back, and head hurt. On my way to this audition it gets worse, so I call my mom and she tells me to soak and take tylenol cause it's gonna hurt worse. Around this time, I get turned around and can't find the audition.&lt;br /&gt;After about 25 mins of driving around town I'm getting frustrated at the amount of gas I have just wasted and missed the audition. So I recite the scripture "All things work together for good to them that love God..." so I changed my attitude and at this same time I saw two homeless men on Ponce Deleon. One sleeping the other just standing in the August heat. The Holy Spirit stirred my heart to feel compassion toward them. I was complaining about a mulititude of things trying to get to this audition, heat being the major thing since I rarely use air in my car. I thought, "I know if I'm hot, then they are definitely burning up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quickly turned into a gas station, purchased two big bottles of water, and drove a whole block just to go back to give them some water. As I drove over to the men. It dawns on me that my passenger window doesn't roll down, yet I am still trying to talk to the guy through that window. All the while there are cars behind me trying to figure out if I'm driving or not. He's looking at me crazy like why is this car here, so I roll down the back window, and I guess he saw the bottle and came over. I ask him if he'd like a bottle of water, he says thank you then I offer another for his sleeping friend. Then he kinda gives me a look of surprise and gratitude, and I say God Bless You! My spirit is overwhelmed that God's love could be shown through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, I drove down through little Five Points thinking of how many more homeless people could have used a cool drink. I was thinking of how I could do more for those less fortunate than myself. As I parked my car in lil 5 points, I realized something that God has been trying to get me to see in the midst of my trials. First of all my back pain had gone away. I was so busy focusing on the needs of someone else, I had no time to focus on my pain. God wanted me to see that thinking of others, serving, being and present help in the time of someone elses need, puts my life into perspective and allows God to bless (heal, deliver, restore...) me in my time of need. Things could always be worse, so when I get wrapped up in my issues, I am reminded that others hurt too, it's not all about me.&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/5976989070730497398-8054886710031659312?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/8054886710031659312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=8054886710031659312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/8054886710031659312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/8054886710031659312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s Not All About You!!!'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SNIJj3VNmiI/AAAAAAAAFdk/htzHdPewcP4/s72-c/j0438957%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976989070730497398.post-2761451446267755276</id><published>2008-09-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:45:00.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the one I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I guess I've started a blog. It started with an e-mail that I sent to my friends and family about thinking of others instead of dwelling on your own problems. I will repost that for you soon. Apparently it blessed a lot of folks and I was inspired. Well Hope you will get to know me, love me (I'll settle for like) and be blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you take a close look at my profile pic, you will see my name and a "plus one," I'm hoping to add in the near future. I was looking up my family tree and since I started with my name, I had to go back and add my parents names and their parent names. Well as I looked at my name, underneath it says +Add Husband. I saw this, laughed, and said "heck yeah I want to add him!" The only thing is I don't have one to add yet. So I took a picture of that and we will just see how long it takes for that "plus one" to be added to my family tree. For now I will love the "one" I already have... Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976989070730497398-2761451446267755276?l=imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/feeds/2761451446267755276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976989070730497398&amp;postID=2761451446267755276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2761451446267755276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976989070730497398/posts/default/2761451446267755276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbecomingtheoneiwant.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-one-i-want.html' title='I am the one I want'/><author><name>funnybone79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02614422471172052229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77tcFvtuXEo/SsDmyXhJoBI/AAAAAAAAJbo/y_ICZ9isgdI/S220/DSC_0015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
