<?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-398452340422557395</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:36:30.319-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Random'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='black folks'/><category term='sad'/><category term='finances'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Barack'/><category term='March Madness'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Yankees'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='The Others'/><category term='white folks'/><category term='France'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Hip Hop'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='mom'/><category term='History'/><category term='Racism'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='MJ'/><category term='women'/><category term='children'/><category term='New York'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='BS'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='blacks'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='laziness'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Supreme Court'/><category term='Tiger'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Beginnings'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Cutie'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='belief'/><category term='foolishness'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='career'/><category term='health'/><category term='legend'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Peeved'/><title type='text'>A Work in Progress...</title><subtitle type='html'>My crazy thoughts about life,sports,finances,relationships,music,politics and anything else I deem worthy of writing about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6113795370941696943</id><published>2011-12-17T19:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:04:59.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white folks'/><title type='text'>I Know How She Feels</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello out there! I know it's been nine months. Hell in that amount of time I could have pushed out a kid! I DID NOT do that by the way. I don't know what happened. Summer,my birthday and one too many happy hours! I've had so much to say too! &lt;br /&gt;One story in particular has brought me back to blogland. I don't know if y'all have heard about this story but when I read it it reminded me of my own childhood especially since it's about 40 miles from where I grew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Batts is the ONLY black girl on her basketball team at Kenmore East High School(about 10 miles outside of Buffalo, NY). This is her first year on the team. For the past few years the team would ask the coach to leave so they could have a team "prayer." This prayer consisted of a chant that said, "1,2,3 Niggas" Tyra objected to this chant, telling the other girls it's an offensive term. These girls looked at her and said it wasn't geared towards her and they're not racist. The next day one of the very same girls who said she wasn't racist and took part in the chant called Tyra a "black piece of shit." Tyra did not do anything at that point and waited till Monday and punched the girl. Tyra was automatically given a five day suspension until administrators found out what started the fight. Both girls were given a two day suspension. The remainder of the team has to serve a one game suspension. The game that was to occur today was postponed(it was against my old high school). Also they have to undergo cultural sensitivity and the superintendent gave back the leadership award the school received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story touched me because I KNOW what it's like to be the only black girl in the class room and on a team. I grew up about 40 miles away from where this occurred. I've been called Nigger by mostly boys but some girls did try and get brave and yell it from a car but I found out who they were and an ass beating ensued. I don't condone violence but it's how we had to handle some shit. I was the whoop ass, ask questions later type chick. I let it be known as early as 2nd grade I wasn't standing for that type of shit. It just was NOT going to go down in front of me. NO ONE on any team I played on would ever be so brazen to blatantly disrespect me with me standing there. It just wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as black people really need to curtail the use of the N word ESPECIALLY in front of white people. Most of these young girls didn't think there was anything wrong with using it because they hear it said by so many of us as a term of endearment. I don't think the word should be used by us but I DEFINITELY don't want to hear it out of the mouths of white people! I heard it one too many times in my younger years and had one too many fights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to do better y'all!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/high-school-suspends-basketball-players-for-offensive-chant/6cxiu1q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6113795370941696943?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6113795370941696943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6113795370941696943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6113795370941696943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6113795370941696943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-how-she-feels.html' title='I Know How She Feels'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2450591123985168782</id><published>2011-03-23T03:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T03:44:21.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>On Vacation in Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQmu4JYXkRw/TYmkaMxoLoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ec01uEZNSUY/s1600/burj-al-arab-dubai-hotel-sail-arab-emirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQmu4JYXkRw/TYmkaMxoLoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ec01uEZNSUY/s320/burj-al-arab-dubai-hotel-sail-arab-emirates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587177582742744706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on vacation in Dubai. It's so beautiful here. Word really can't explain. I'm heading to the beach now. I heard it snowed in NYC yesterday....yuck! I'll be back on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2450591123985168782?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2450591123985168782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2450591123985168782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2450591123985168782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2450591123985168782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-vacation-in-dubai.html' title='On Vacation in Dubai'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQmu4JYXkRw/TYmkaMxoLoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ec01uEZNSUY/s72-c/burj-al-arab-dubai-hotel-sail-arab-emirates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3641610133127358252</id><published>2011-03-14T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:54:06.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Bitchassness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l81qZawBNTE/TX6APSzxDrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CCsuKXCovkI/s1600/little-girls-fighting_%257E42-16454035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l81qZawBNTE/TX6APSzxDrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CCsuKXCovkI/s320/little-girls-fighting_%257E42-16454035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041588221349554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in NYC more specifically Brooklyn for the past 5.5 years. I moved her from Houston via DC via Richmond via Houston! I moved a lot and I grew up outside of Buffalo and went to college in NYC. I have some gripes about living here but my one MAJOR one is the cattyness I seen amongst women. It's too damn much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18 and came here to school I noticed that a lot of the women I met from NYC were catty. I chalked it up to being young and dumb. But damn near 20 years later as a grown ass adult I've seen it a few times and I have to wash my hands of it. When I lived in Houston I had a group of girls I was friends with. Two of them are my closest friends to this day. Sure we got into disagreements but it didn't affect the friendship. We aired out our differences and kept it moving. When I lived in DC I met some great friends(men and women). If we ever had a disagreement on something we aired out our differences and again kept it moving. I remember one time me and my girl K got into an argument in the car as we were headed out to the club. We were yelling back and forth. We pulled up to the spot and both stopped and said "how's my makeup?" LMAO! It was just, that an argument. That's what FRIENDS have sometimes. She would call me on my bullshit and I would do the same to her. It didn't end our friendship or make us act catty towards each other. I knew if she needed anything I would be there for her and ivce versa. Everyone does NOT agree on everything. It's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a supposed "friend" on their bullshit a couple of weeks ago and it turned into a big ass blowout. I wasn't wrong either and I held my ground. I told the person it doesn't matter but the behavior was rude and I'm over it. I had to let her know I peeped her shit. Of course it keeps going. The next weekend she has a get together along with her roommate(who had NOTHING to do with it) and does not invite me but invites all the people I have introduced her to. That shit to me is catty and I want NO part of it. I'm done with it and have washed my hands of it. To me you are definitely NOT my friend and I'm ok with it and I will act accordingly. That doesn't mean nasty or having attitude it means keeping the person at arms length.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit just proves my point that I've had since 2nd grade. I like to roll with men more. The girlfriends I do have I will treasure them forever and I'm sad that they don't live in NYC(although I have met a few genuine people here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you witnessed catty ass shit amongst women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3641610133127358252?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3641610133127358252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3641610133127358252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3641610133127358252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3641610133127358252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2011/03/bitchassness.html' title='Bitchassness'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l81qZawBNTE/TX6APSzxDrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CCsuKXCovkI/s72-c/little-girls-fighting_%257E42-16454035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6583417389423256845</id><published>2011-02-10T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:34:11.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSZ65P3HA5A/TVS7-MkwSAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6r6pRnzYOJo/s1600/Godwilling-Im-about-to-beat-that-ass-son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSZ65P3HA5A/TVS7-MkwSAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6r6pRnzYOJo/s320/Godwilling-Im-about-to-beat-that-ass-son.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572285316165814274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was burnt the hell up yesterday. So in the investment banking world your "big bonus" usually comes Feb.14 or 28. I had my review on Tuesday and during the review I was told that I exceeded expectations and that I did very well with the added workload blah blah blah. So Wednesday I had my "numbers" meeting. My damn raise was only $2000(when it was over 10% last year) and my bonus was 55% less than it was last year. So, I wonder what the people received who didn't get exceeded expectations. Y'all I'm so motherfuckin mad right now. When I questioned the lady on it she had the nerve and audacity to say the federal government has been getting on banks for exuberant bonuses. I stopped and her and said please don't insult my intelligence. My bonus is NOT included in that. I don't get 20 million and stock options so please stop. She looked at me like hmm this one might be pissed. I told her that 2000 increase equates to $78.36/month(BEFORE TAXES). I let her know that my work is not recognized nor appreciated. I didn't go DMX on their asses but Lord knows I wanted to. Like my momma always said "If you don't like something. Do something about it." My doing something will be to get better employment. Y'all have NO idea what I really wanted to do. Only thing that was going thru my head was "kick in the door wavin the four-four, all you heard was poppa don't hit me no mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever had something happen to them at their job where they knew it was time for them to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6583417389423256845?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6583417389423256845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6583417389423256845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6583417389423256845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6583417389423256845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-burnt-hell-up-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSZ65P3HA5A/TVS7-MkwSAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/6r6pRnzYOJo/s72-c/Godwilling-Im-about-to-beat-that-ass-son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1578242800920549913</id><published>2011-01-05T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:57:20.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year(I know I'm late)!</title><content type='html'>So, how was everyone's new year? Mine was decent. I had NO desire to go out but my friends had purchased me a ticket. I started it off right and attended church(my church offered a 5,7,9,11 service). After church me and my girl came back and I cooked a fabulous meal and drank lots of champagne. We barely made it to the party. We got there at 11:58. Thank goodness it was walking distance to my house...lol! The party was cool but I so could've stayed home. I met a cutie in there but he's too young. I don't think I bring myself to take a dude that's 8 years younger than me seriously. Oh well. He was fun to dance with....lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this uneasy feeling going on inside of me and I just can't shake it. I've shed A LOT of people from my life and I'm ok with it. Some people are surprised by this but if you continue to act like you do. What more can I do but to keep my distance. I'm not going to hee hee haw haw in your face and feel some kind of way about you(I save that for work). Especially if you claim to be my friend. True friends aren't secretive about some things of there life. Or only come to you when shit is bad. I have NO TIME for that. That is a halfass friend if you ask me. So, to me we're just acquaintances. Which I'm cool with because I know who my TRUE friends are but don't be running around saying Shell is my bf! Aruuuuuuu? STOP! GTFOH! This is one of the first times where I'm truly comfortable with my decisions. I would them then I would have people saying you're being too hard on so and so. I knew I was right and just kept the peace but I don't give a damn now. I'm just too old to have sometimey people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to be about NYE but it turned into something else...lol! I will post my goals in a few days. I really need to be held accountable because I seriously failed at last years! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was every one's NYE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1578242800920549913?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1578242800920549913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1578242800920549913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1578242800920549913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1578242800920549913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-yeari-know-im-late.html' title='Happy New Year(I know I&apos;m late)!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2194291591463149783</id><published>2010-11-16T12:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:04:09.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>What up people? I've been MIA yet again. I swear I'm going to try and really blog more. I think about it and then life happens. Lord KNOWS I have a lot of shit to say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from my previous post my cousin's party was a success even with the dumb ass shit his sister was pulling. When she got here I was calm and she decided to defer shit to me because it MADE DAMN SENSE! He was surprised and everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into "The Teacher" there because he helped me reach out to all the other teachers. It was good seeing him and he's still a cutie but there's no feelings on my part any longer(too much bullshit over a three year period). Although my friends say there was feeling on his part...lol! He danced with me all night! Awww! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night my debit card was phished and someone wiped out my entire bank account! Can you say PISSED! Raggedy ass Bank of America shut my shit down the week before for spending $49 on household items in Target and $36 at the grocery store but didn't shut off my card on 3 separate transactions at Target in STAMFORD, CT? Not to mention Macy's in White Plains, NY, Boston Market, Popeye's(this from the black person who's LEAST favorite meal is chicken)purchasing a metro card and a few other places! It caused holy hell for a few days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting tired of some people. I'm slowly deleting people from my circle for doing DUMB SHIT! I just can't take it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister moved to Denver from Dallas on Saturday. She said she got about 7 bloody noses due to the altitude change! My nephew and BIL are still living in Dallas until June! She's happy and sad...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So George W. Bush thinks that what Kanye said about him not caring about black people is the lowest point of his presidency! Umm what about Katrina(the REASON why he said it). 9/11 comes to mind, the financial crisis,the war in Iraq. I just came up with FOUR low points of W's presidency and he comes up with what Kanye said about him! You W were a jackass then and your a jackass now! Fo Real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on SERIOUS workout mission. I got on the scale and I'm the HEAVIEST I've EVER BEEN! I don't look obese I'm just too heavy for my liking! I&lt;strong&gt; PROMISE IT WILL BE GONE BY JAN.13, 2011!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm far too vain for this shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make some moves SOON! Personally and professionally definitely the latter needs to be NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see HIS PURPLE MAJESTY on Dec.15! I CAN'T FRICKEN WAIT! People who know me in real life know that I LOVE him! I don't think it will be as dope as the Vegas show but it WILL BE DOPE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a reading machine lately! I've read 5 books in a month. What I need to be doing is reading all the damn magazines I subscribe to! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Charlie Rangle was convicted on ethics charges...SHOCKER! When you walk out of your own hearing what the hell do you think is going to happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on random with you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2194291591463149783?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2194291591463149783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2194291591463149783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2194291591463149783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2194291591463149783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/11/jambalaya.html' title='Jambalaya'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1636407791864751747</id><published>2010-10-26T22:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:09:13.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Mad as Hell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TMeXitTQWCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bktmculIGuU/s1600/pissed-off-magnet-c131102451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TMeXitTQWCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bktmculIGuU/s320/pissed-off-magnet-c131102451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532557289779648546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawd have mercy on me. I'm pissed the eff off right now! I'm planning my cousin's surprise 40th bday. He is my favorite cousin and we were practically raised together. He's 18 months older than me and like a brother. His sister is 9months younger than me and while he and I live in NYC she's a lawyer in Buffalo(where we're originally from). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in August I told her I wanted to throw S a surprise party she said yeah I'm down. I ONLY included her because that was the right thing to do. Y'all she's made this entire process a disaster. I LIVE IN NYC so I AM familiar with the places. Why is she trying to dictate where to have the party. She kept telling me 40/40 club. WHAT?? Are you effin serious? The mothereffin 40/40 Club. That place is a damn tourist trap. It's overpriced and wack as shit! My cousin does not want to be at a crowded ass club. He would want more of a lounge. I'm telling her all of this and this beyatch has the nerve and audacity to ask me if I was contributing any money? WHAT?? WHAT? IT WAS MY MOTHEREFFIN IDEA TO THROW YOUR EFFIN BROTHER A SURPRISE PARTY! I'M JUST COMING UP WITH IDEAS AND NOT GOING TO CONTRIBUTE ANYTHING! I was enraged at this. She has made this process miserable and I LOVE planning parties and gatherings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally come to an agreement on where to have it. I go and speak to the events planner and in the middle of negotiating two comped bottles of champagne, removing the cake cutting fee and getting another bottle for half price. Why did this chick go and email the dude and tell him to book a table for 6 people? I was so fricken pissed off that I had to race to the place to speak to the man in person. Since she did this via phone and he knew she didn't know the layout of the place he placed her stupid ass in the back corner. Meanwhile I wanted the couches in the front. In the end I got the couches but I'm still negotiating the other stuff. I have NO idea why she would book a table for 6 people when I have a list of at least 28 of his friends. Fast forward to this morning. I received an Evite from my cousin about this party. Y'all this was the worst invitation I've ever seen. It was the Poker one that had a deck of cards. WTF does that theme have to do with a SURPRISE 40th?  It at least came from me and her but in the subject line she just had "Surprise 40th bday party" Surprise for WHO? She was sending this evite out to people she didn't know and the address was wrong, she had her phone number(umm why? You don't live in NYC so if someone is lost etc you can't guide them) and told people to be there at 9(it's NYC NO ONE is going to be there at 9). Here's the kicker she locked the guest list so you couldn't invite anyone. Hey dumbass I have all his coworkers emails! I text her and ask her if she could unlock so I can merge the contacts. And to have everyone be at the party at 10 and we'll bring my cousin at 10:45. Guess what? No response. Evite still locked. So, guess what I did. I created an Evite and sent it to all the people I had emails for. Yeah, it's petty but how was I going to get the information out to his coworkers and his friends that she doesn't even know. She invited five people from Buffalo and not a single person from NYC. WTF? So, I ordered custom M&amp;M's with my cousin's Kindergarten picture and some cupcakes. I didn't ask her because I don't want it be an issue. I'm not asking her for half the money. This is on me. I can't take it.  This is so damn ridiculous and it could have been so easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you guys have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1636407791864751747?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1636407791864751747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1636407791864751747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1636407791864751747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1636407791864751747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/10/mad-as-hell.html' title='Mad as Hell....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TMeXitTQWCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bktmculIGuU/s72-c/pissed-off-magnet-c131102451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8967329328744156730</id><published>2010-10-12T20:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:10:36.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Will I be ALONE forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TLUUmDBRYBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/sFPUr2hRbPY/s1600/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TLUUmDBRYBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/sFPUr2hRbPY/s320/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527346761545375762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. I gotta get better. Trust me I've thought about writing numerous times. I'm really trying to get my life in order right now. My house, car and a tiny bit of my life are a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been dating the African for about 4 months and unfortunately I don't think he's the one for me. He is very thoughtful, affectionate and caring but I don't think he's the one. I tried something new, a little chubby, bad teeth and a lack of interest in sports but  it ain't working! While he's smart he doesn't know A LOT of shit. I have close friends that told me that maybe I'm being too hard because I read a lot from pop culture to Eastern European politics but some shit I just feel you should have a little knowledge on. But my biggest pet peeve is I think he's a tad needy. I know I'm really independent and maybe to my detriment but I feel like he NEEDS a lot. I'll give you an example. A few weeks ago my girl was throwing her boyfriend a party. In order for the party to be a success I had to go over early(as soon she left to take him out) set up, let the dj in and just be the point person. After everything was set up I ran home showered grabbed the jello shots I made and went back. My name and phone number were on the Evite so people were calling me like crazy with "I'm running late, Is he there yet,Where do I park etc?" So after the surprise went off without a hitch and people were eating and dancing. Afro-Bx was there with a few of his friends and a lot of my friends were there. Everyone was mingling etc. I was talking but I was also making sure the liquor stayed flowing and just being a hostess. A few times some men came over and said how nice of a party it was and how they knew the birthday boy. Nothing out of line. At 2:30 Afro-Bronx said he was leaving and asked me if I was coming. I was like No. I told S I'd help her clean up etc. Then I said I'll see you tomorrow. He said cool. By the time we cleaned up and got everything together it was close to 4. A few of my friends that live in Jersey came to my house and we had a few more cocktails and chit chatted. On my way to my house I tried to call Afro Bx but of course he was sleep. Fast forward to Sunday afternoon. He and I had a conversation and this dude told me he was mad by the way I acted act the party. Arruuuuu? What?  He said I didn't introduce him to  some of the dudes that came up to me. Umm what? I didn't know them they were coming up saying it was a nice party blah blah blah. I was like dude it wasn't date night. I was running around being a hostess. Y'all I wasn't being disrespectful. Not one time was I anywhere near him when people were coming up to me. What was I supposed to say. "Please walk to the back of the patio with me so I can introduce you to the dude I date even though I don't know you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker for me was when he told me that it was problematic that my friends came over to my house! Bitch what? Are you fucking serious? Then he gives me a scenario about if he was helping his boy out and I came to the party with my friends then left and he decided to have an impromptu gathering at his house with his friends how would I feel. I said I wouldn't feel any type of way. I left. You chilled longer with your people and so what! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer of chilling with your friends and having relationships outside of the person you're seeing. Those were your friends before me they should be your friends during and after. We don't have to intertwine our friends all the time. Sometimes you just want to talk and bug out with your people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I need to be with someone who let's Shell be Shell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all I think I may be alone forever! Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8967329328744156730?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8967329328744156730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8967329328744156730&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8967329328744156730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8967329328744156730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-i-know.html' title='Will I be ALONE forever?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TLUUmDBRYBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/sFPUr2hRbPY/s72-c/dark-thinking-loneliness-alone-broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5512948971487853426</id><published>2010-09-10T14:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:15:09.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TIqto3eTaBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IRS8zKTMB90/s1600/thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TIqto3eTaBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IRS8zKTMB90/s320/thought.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515411611266017298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trump needs to go sit his ass down somewhere! Really? You think it's ok to come in and offer 25mil for the building plus 25%? It's NOT about the money son! These people want to put their mosque there and now you're disrespecting them by coming in offering them money. Just like their lawyer said you just want to be in the limelight! Sit your toupee wearing self down some where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Matt Barnes beats chicks now! Although I heard he said he was the victim of domestic violence! According to the police reports they both had bruises! A mess. A hot damn mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Barack. His approval rating is at an all time low and these damn republicans and tea party lovers are making it hard for his numbers to climb up. He inherited a big damn mess no thanks to Bush! But of course he's getting the blame for it. Like he started the recession. Unfortunately like I've been saying all alone. Barack is probably one term and done. These people DO NOT want to see a black man succeed. I still think he's doing a good job although I think he should have had a quicker response to the BP oil spill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission to drop 15 pounds. I got a little chunky and I'm not liking it! It's not obvious to people and when I say I want to lose weight people are like why? In all my years I never gained weight in my stomach and I have now gained weight in my stomach. NO, I don't have a BIF(butt in the front) but I just feel chunky. I can't see my abs and it's driving me crazy! I could always see my abs! This shit is serious! I have been exercising my ass off and even went on the wagon. I will drink tomorrow night but not like I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me let you in on a little secret! I watch Jersey Shore. The shyt is too funny. The funny thing is when I was in college I went to school with mofo's like this! I guess it just takes me down memory lane....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that the father of Jennifer Hudson's nephew is accusing her of being a Free Mason and sacrificing his son for her career! WOW! In the same breath he was promoting his rap album! Ummmm last I knew Free Mason's had to be MEN! That shyt right there is just too stupid for words. If I was JHud I would sacrifice HIS ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did y'all hear about that doctor in California who snuck in her on again off again boyfriend's fireplace. Well she is no more. Her ass got stuck in the chimney and now she's dead! Apparently the dude saw her and he snuck out of the front door. Three days later the housekeeper and her son find her body stuck in the damn fireplace. This was all over Dyck! For real? You're dead because of some dyck! That dude MUST have the don da da dyck! I ain't going out for no one over some D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah still kickin it with the African. He does some things that get on my nerves. I just need to find out if I can tolerate them. I know i'm not perfect and do some quirky weird shit and he puts up with me! Hmm we shall see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5512948971487853426?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5512948971487853426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5512948971487853426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5512948971487853426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5512948971487853426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TIqto3eTaBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IRS8zKTMB90/s72-c/thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8883370156771871482</id><published>2010-09-04T17:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:37:32.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day weekend everyone! I'm sad that the summer went by so fast but that's life and I had a great summer! I hope everyone enjoys their long weekend! I'm going to partake in some West Indian festivities this weekend. If it's anything like last year it will be one for the books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun and safe weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8883370156771871482?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8883370156771871482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8883370156771871482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8883370156771871482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8883370156771871482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!!!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4578011688718902449</id><published>2010-08-24T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:22:23.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Sidekick or Baby Mama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/THQpshFMVKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/r510DmGzyeM/s1600/dopest-baby-final-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/THQpshFMVKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/r510DmGzyeM/s320/dopest-baby-final-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509074088952091810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the lastest edition of Haper's Bazarre. In it was an article with Savannah Brinson(the mother of LeBron James's children). There were a few things in the article that I found quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quote she had in the article was "I'm the mother of his children. I am not a baby mama. There's more to me than that." Hmmm really? For all of you that are single moms this is NOT directed toward you. I love marriage and family especially black marriages but when I see articles like this it burns me up. I feel like she's trying to rationalize her position in his life and it pisses me off. I don't think because you have a child you should marry the child's father because sometimes it just doesn't work like that. But to sit there and have two children by this man or any other man and be ok with just being his "sidekick" is not ok. Lebron isn't saying that he's going to ever marry her or that she is the one for me. In this article he states that she is his "sidekick." Arrruuu? Sidekick? Are you serious? The mother of his children is his "sidekick?" The thing that blows my mind is that she is ok with this. This is Lebron's statement "A person like myself needs a great sidekick and a person you can rely on no matter what the circumstances. And she is that, she's got my back and I love her for that." Once again I can't get past the sidekick part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more black women are having children out of wedlock at a rate of nearly 70%. It makes no sense to continue doing this and have no intention on having a legal union. I know marriage IS NOT for everyone and I certainly don't expect women who have had a child from a man to just marry him because. This is focused to the ones who go out and have kids all willy nilly and NEVER having any intention to get married. I think women who do this are selling theirselves short. For those women who think that having a child will get the man to marry them are sadly mistaken too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the interview Savannah talks about being a role model to young women in her hometown of Akron. I don't get it. You were Lebron's highschool sweetheart who went on to have two children by him and will be paid for the rest of your life. She didn't go to college nor do anything else. I'm not knocking that she isn't nice(my hairdresser does her weaves and says she's the sweetest girl). But what are you showing these young women? To find a baller and have children and never get married and to be their "sidekick". STOP poppin' out babies to a man that doesn't think enough of you to give you a real status....WIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you guys? Is being a sidekick better than a baby mama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4578011688718902449?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4578011688718902449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4578011688718902449&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4578011688718902449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4578011688718902449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/08/sidekick-or-baby-mama.html' title='Sidekick or Baby Mama?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/THQpshFMVKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/r510DmGzyeM/s72-c/dopest-baby-final-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2145247635376172804</id><published>2010-07-13T20:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:35:31.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>I'm Back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F34tqUlI/AAAAAAAAA44/pSBex6Gvg0c/s1600/Costa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F34tqUlI/AAAAAAAAA44/pSBex6Gvg0c/s320/Costa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553578136719954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F3qVRXGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/qV_1Bb4aB0M/s1600/Costa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F3qVRXGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/qV_1Bb4aB0M/s320/Costa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553574276324450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F3YO-ZMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BBT-T3mgQq8/s1600/Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F3YO-ZMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BBT-T3mgQq8/s320/Costa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553569418077378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , so I've been back since last Monday but in typical me fashion I'm just getting around to posting plus I've been spending beaucoup time with the Prince of Zumunda...lmao!  Hmm what can I say. Costa Rica was beautiful. My only regret is that I didn't go to the volcano side and stay for two days then come to the ocean. Oh well I guess that means another trip! Yaaay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was nice and the people were friendly but of course it wouldn't be a trip if some added shit didn't happen. It was my idea to go to Costa and I arranged a lot of the travel with the group reservation manager. How about when I get there they didn't have a reservation for me and it was my damn birthday! I went to lunch and they "found" a room for me. They felt bad and supplied me with chocolate covered strawberries(too bad I don't like chocolate) and a bottle of champagne! The next day they called me and said they were upgrading my room to one with an enclosed patio. Great right? NOT! I spent one night there and I was it it's a little warm in here but I didn't pay any attention. My home girl came on Wednesday and we we're sharing a room. She was so excited that she didn't really notice the temperature. The next day we went zip lining(which was the shit...will post video soon) and I told the front desk to please check on the AC...again(I had already told them once). After we get back we get a call saying the AC was not fixable and we would have to move! WTF? They knew this was going to be my third room so we got the ultimate upgrade! THE ROYAL SERVICE! We had our own private butler, pillow menu,private pool etc. I really didn't utilize the services because most of my other friends were in the section of the hotel we left and they weren't allowed in this section. To me I couldn't leave them out since they came to Costa to celebrate my bday. To tell the truth the Royal Service pool area was wack! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics until I upload the pics and the video of me ziplining upside down thru the jungle!  The last picture is me in the front. We rode ATV's before we went ziplining. I loved how we were able to get so close to the people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2145247635376172804?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2145247635376172804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2145247635376172804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2145247635376172804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2145247635376172804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/TD0F34tqUlI/AAAAAAAAA44/pSBex6Gvg0c/s72-c/Costa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6837748928144428985</id><published>2010-06-30T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:40:53.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>As usual i'm late. My birthday was June 28. I gave myself a kick ass rooftop party on Saturday and flew to Costa Rica on Monday. I've been here for a day and it's beautiful and just what I needed. I'm sitting in this beautiful upgraded room they gave me sippin on some champagne and eating strawberries! Ahh they made me feel special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. The Teacher came to my bday party and FINALLY got it right! He gave me two cards,one handwritten note and a pair of GUCCI sunglasses. I didn't really need the glasses but they're nice as hell! The note was so thoughtful. He basically said how much he loves me but can't express himself! *sigh* The African was there too but I played it off good! LOL! I'm a pimp! Hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope everyone enjoys their week and has a happy and safe 4th of July! I know I will be drinking,chillin or zip lining thru the rainforest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6837748928144428985?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6837748928144428985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6837748928144428985&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6837748928144428985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6837748928144428985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3710008638087285253</id><published>2010-05-26T11:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:50:25.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>To African or not?</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update this little bloggy blog but I've been BUSY! Yup, busy hanging the hell out. I went out for TEN straight days. On Monday I crashed. I was in my pj's and bed by 8:30! But last night I went out again and got home at 3:30am!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I've been doing? I've been going on dates. With who you ask?  I met this guy a few weeks back. We talked etc. He asked me to go to drinks and dinner last Tuesday and I said yes. In two weeks I've been out with him nine times! WTF?? That is far too much but I enjoy my time with him. As usual I have a slight hang up with him......his teeth! I hate his four upper teeth. They have spaces in between them and they just need braces! Everyone keeps telling me that his teeth are something that can be fixed! But they drive me crazy! He's not my normal type of guy I date. Very fit, loves sports,great teeth etc. Instead he's a little stocky, likes sports but doesn't love it like me, and has bad teeth AND HE'S HALF NIGERIAN! I have a major problem with Nigerians because of dumb shyt that has happened in the past. But he's really not the typical Nigerian. He's actually ALL BRONX! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my hardest to not eliminate him because of a minor physical thing that can be fixed. Over the last few weeks. I have gone out to great places. I've had great conversation and I'm getting treated EXACTLY the way I envisioned to be treated. Not to say the Teacher ever treated me bad but it was always something. Be it his family or him just not knowing how to completely give himself. I still talk to him daily but I don't miss him the way I thought I would. But Africa treats me like gold. He's such a gentleman, he likes nice things and he goes with the flow AND he handles my smart ass mouth! I like that we can have conversations for hours and agree to disagree. He's a Columbia grad and works in finance(like myself) and we have a a lot in common. We went on a date at 2pm on Sunday and I got home at 3am. WTF?? We went out for a drink on Monday because I had a bad day at work and I got home at 1am! WTF? Every time we go out our nights are like that. It's just that we're talking and nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to figure out is do I really like him or am I just excited it's something new? The way he and I are and the activities we do are what I always envisioned with me and The Teacher! I just want to make sure that I like him and not just the company. I know me at this stage in the game there's no way that I could give up this much of my time if I didn't like him a little bit! I think it's me and my hangups about his physical appearance. My homeboy told me "I better not mess up a possible good thing over my own insecurities."  *sigh* I think he may be right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth can be fixed right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3710008638087285253?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3710008638087285253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3710008638087285253&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3710008638087285253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3710008638087285253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-african-or-not.html' title='To African or not?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5589994668733762369</id><published>2010-05-12T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:59:12.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Is it time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S-t49wW3TcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yEUGa86hDO4/s1600/smurfs_smurf_a_gram_blue_bon_voyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S-t49wW3TcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yEUGa86hDO4/s320/smurfs_smurf_a_gram_blue_bon_voyage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470599174719753666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to leave the US for overseas? I've always wanted to live overseas for a year or two but haven't really put in effort into researching the possibilities. My company is headquartered in Germany. When I lived in Houston the company I worked for was based out of India. These last few weeks I'm watching a lot of my friends and coworkers leave for overseas. Could I be next? I mean I'm not opposed. I'm not married I don't have any children and my parents are in pretty good health. At this point in my life I don't even have a significant other. I want out of my job and what a great start it would be in another country! I really need to think and pray on this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy left this morning for Dubai. He quit working at my company last year because he said there was more to life than working 18hr days! So, he quit. He chilled, traveled and took a 4 month consulting job in Jamaica. He started to seriously look for a new job about 6 weeks ago and he lands at a company based out of Dubai! He's agreed to stay for a minimum of 18mos. I WILL BE GOING TO VISIT HIM NEXT YEAR! Dubai is on my bucket list! Two of my coworkers moved to Hong Kong. J left our firm because  MS was paying him big bucks to go to Hong Kong. He only had to commit for one year! R is leaving Friday for Hong Kong and she stayed with the firm but just took another job! She's my favorite person at work plus she writes my reviews! I've watched her have so much anxiety over the last month about the move and if she's doing the right thing etc. She already lived in London ten years ago but came back when her father passed away! She said she's giving it one year. If she likes it she'll stay if she doesn't she's out and she may change her profession altogether and move back to the states and settle down in LA!  My other homeboy A quit working last week. He was passed up for MD and said that made him re-evaluate his life. So, he quit last week and is moving to LA to do something on the business end of fitness(what better place to go). He has NO job,is subletting a place for 60 days and is going to figure out what he wants to do! He has a daughter who just finished her freshman yr at pretty prestigious college. He told me has her tuition covered for the next four years along with plenty of stacked paper. He said if he's not worried he can always go back to what he was doing. Plus he has excellent academic pedigree(US Naval Academy and Harvard Business School).  Last but not least a blogger buddy named Arnetta is moving to Japan tomorrow to teach English for a year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've done this earlier in my life but I was too busy traveling and partying! I definitely have to think long and hard if this is something I want to pursue. Or is it that I want out of my job and I'm thinking of anything. I think the international experience would be so fly! What say you? If you had the chance would y'all move overseas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5589994668733762369?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5589994668733762369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5589994668733762369&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5589994668733762369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5589994668733762369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-time.html' title='Is it time?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S-t49wW3TcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yEUGa86hDO4/s72-c/smurfs_smurf_a_gram_blue_bon_voyage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4196276825794310932</id><published>2010-05-10T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:59:17.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Time flys..</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a month! I don't know why. I have plenty of drafts and ideas I just haven't pressed send. I've read other blogs and commented but have neglected my own. I'll be back tomorrow with a full post. I already know the topic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4196276825794310932?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4196276825794310932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4196276825794310932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4196276825794310932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4196276825794310932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-flys.html' title='Time flys..'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1389540656850350840</id><published>2010-04-09T15:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:45:19.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Others'/><title type='text'>Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>My hair looks better but I still hate the length. It's right above my shoulders! I had a few tracks added so I wouldn't have to rock bangs. This stupid azz trick is going to end up costing me $950 because she doesn't know how to do hair. I wonder if I can turn her azz into the state or something! Must look into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm Tiki Barber so you think it's cool to leave your wife who is pregnant with twins for your blond intern who apparently babysat your other kids! NOT COOL! I don't think a judge will think it is either! Get ready to pay beyatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't mad at you Oprah. Ms.Winfrey is leaving daytime talk next year to TAKEOVER the late night game on her own network. O is about to lock late night up. Bye bye Jay, Dave, Chelsea and whoever else is on at night! There's a new sheriff in town and her name is OPRAH! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Tyki Nelworth. This young man overcame having his father die when he was 12. Being homeless and having his mom locked up the last two years. He's going to to West Point on a full ride! He said he couldn't let his circumstances hold him back and use that as an excuse not do to well! I think we can all learn from this young man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice John Paul Stevens announced his retirement today. He said he wanted to do it during the Obama administration. Plus he'll be 90 in a few days. So we score another one on the Court! Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gov. McDonnell of Virgina is the first Gov in 8yrs to issue a proclamation declaring April as Confederate History Month. Something is VERY wrong with that! In his speech he mentioned NOTHING about slavery! How the eff can you talk about the Confederacy and not mention slavery? The President along with many Black elected officials in Va chastised him! Now he released a statement saying it was a HUGE error to not speak about slavery and he's sorry! Man forget that ish! You ain't sorry! You're a republican Governor in Virgina! GTFOH with that bs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read that Garcelle Beuvais(Fancy from the Jamie Foxx show)put her husband on BLAST! She sent all his coworkers an email and in the subject line she wrote: Jesse James,Tiger Woods and Blank Nilon(can't remember his 1st name). She wrote how she just found out that her husband has been having an affair for the past 5 years with some skank from Chicago! WOW Garcelle! What's really hood? Keep that ish to yourself and just walk away and get the fat divorce settlement! Because God knows you ain't making any money! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT last weekend! Another dude keeps calling and asking me on a date but the date is always at a weird hour! I told him until he can make a date between the hours of 6-9 it ain't going to happen! Who the hell wants to meet at a coffee shop at 10:30pm! Yeah I get your all artsy fartsy and shyt but nah son! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big up to Diggy Simmons(Rev Run's son) his song Made You Look is HOT! Too bad his older brother doesn't have the skills he has! He dropped some jewels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highschool reunion is this year. I'm going but I'm not that excited about seeing sooo many of "The Others!" Oh well! It's only for a weekend in June and I get to see my parents! I think I might have to give a speech. They don't want to hear what I have to say....lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO plans this weekend but to sit in the house and watch Precious and This is It and drink a few glasses of wine! It's only going to be 60 here so that's good! I know when it's 78 in Brooklyn every weekend I will be ghost! Too many fine men to look at! LOL! Have a good weekend people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to watch Treme on HBO Sunday night at 10! It's getting rave reviews! It's set in New Orleans three months after Hurricane Katrina. It follows a wide array of characters struggling to rebuild their lives after "The Storm." It's from the producer of The Wire and The Corner! I'm going to give it some love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's random with y'all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1389540656850350840?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1389540656850350840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1389540656850350840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1389540656850350840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1389540656850350840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/jambalaya.html' title='Jambalaya'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8535972595230610447</id><published>2010-03-30T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:40:56.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Something new? Not for me</title><content type='html'>So, I see a lot of people have their panties in a bunch because of Jill Scott's article in Essence. I personally don't see what the big deal is. SHE say it stings to see a black man with a white woman. After reading the article there are points I agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snippet of what Jill says, "When our people were enslaved, "Massa" placed his Caucasian woman on a pedestal. She was spoiled, revered and angelic, while the Black slave woman was overworked, beaten, raped and farmed out like cattle to be mated. She was nothing and neither was our Black man. As slavery died for the greater good of America and the movement for equality sputtered to life, the White woman was on the cover of every American magazine. She was the dazzling jewel on every movie screen, the glory of every commercial and television show. She was unequivocally the standard of beauty for this country, firmly unattainable to anyone not of her race. We daughters of the dust were seen as ugly, nappy mammies, good for day work and unwanted children, while our men were thought to be thieving, sex-hungry animals with limited brain capacity. We reflect on this awful past and recall that if a Black man even looked at a White woman, he would have been lynched, beaten, jailed or shot to death. In the midst of this, Black women and Black men struggled together, mourned together, starved together, braved the hoses and vicious police dogs and died untimely on southern black roads together. These harsh truths lead to what we really feel when we see a seemingly together brother with a Caucasian women and their children. That feeling is&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; betrayed&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get what she's saying. It's not like she or myself is saying don't date inter racially she just says it stings a bit. I get you can't help who you fall in love with. Hell, one of my closest friends who is white female just got engaged Saturday to a black man. My problem is when black men OR women say I will NOT date a black women or I will not date a black man. That's some bs. As of late there's been so many stories of why black women are single and how they need to try something new(meaning a white man). I grew up in a town that barely had 20 thousand people. It's located 50 miles south of Buffalo. I only graduated from high school with seven black people and there were only two of us that both of our parents were black. My first real high school boyfriend was white. Hell he was my prom date. All the black kids asked white girls. When I go back and see my parents 80% of the black boys have babies with white girls. Some will tell you they never even dated a black girl.:( That upbringing could really mess up a person's psyche. But my parents were awesome. They instilled confidence in me and also sent me to Bed-Stuy in the summer for two weeks to chill with my cousins! LOL! Even though my hs boyfriend was white I knew in my heart that I would end up with a black man. I went off to college and I was surrounded by all shades of chocolate. While there I dated, an Indian, Cuban,Colombian etc. I like having options! Even when I graduated college I dated a white boy. But at the end of the day I just wasn't comfortable. I want to have a mate that looks like me and REALLY understands how it feels. But that's ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 10+ years later my first choice is a black man. I've seen plenty of white men do women wrong just like I've seen plenty of black men do women wrong. But why is it that the media and some black women who have white mates think that's the way to go and that will solve the problem of successful black women not having mates.  I don't knock anyone for choosing different but I do understand what Jill wrote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8535972595230610447?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8535972595230610447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8535972595230610447&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8535972595230610447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8535972595230610447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-new-not-for-me.html' title='Something new? Not for me'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-456698507360597506</id><published>2010-03-19T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:03:54.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Hair Repair</title><content type='html'>Insert major sad face here! Last Friday I went to get my hair highlighted and OMG it didn't go well. After 6hr 23min my hair was BLOND!! Umm didn't I only want highlights? It looked so horrible y'all that I just laughed and said I hate it to keep from crying. So, she had me come back the next day to tone it down. Before I went to the salon my homeboy came over and said what the eff happened to your hair? You look like Mufassa from the Lion King! He was like your hair color was nice before. He proceeded to tell me my hair looked ghetto as hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go back to the salon and bring pictures and explain yet again what I want my hair to look like etc. Then I was just like make it all one color. I have no idea what the hell type of color she used but it was BURNING my damn scalp like a relaxer! At this point my hair looks a mess! So, she proceeds to tell me that she's used to working at an urban salon and most black women don't get their hair colored. WTF type of comment is that? WTF are you talking about? So, my mom, sister and MANY of my homegirls aren't black? No, chick you just don't know how to color hair. If you would have said that coloring is not my forte but I can cut and style. I would have said cool. Hell, I used to have a hairdresser in DC who couldn't style your hair worth a damn but was a color specialist. He knew his limitations! She knew she effed up because she said I'm not going to charge you. Yeah after you effed up my healthy ass hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate. My hair is so damaged that it makes me sick to my stomach to look at it. My hair was healthy and shoulder length. I now have more than three inches of damage. The top of my hair is falling out, the hairline is dried out beyond belief. I have been deep conditioning and moisturizing like crazy but this damage is irreparable! She put bleach in my hair!  So just last week at this time my hair was the length I wanted and healthy. Today at 3. I have to shell out beaucoup dollars to go to some expensive ass hair guru. I also have to get my hair cut probably into a chin length bob. I hate my hair short because I think it's too much maintenance. I like to go to the gym and throw my hair in a ponytail. My hair is so brittle I can't even have it weaved up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures but I'm just to disgusted right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-456698507360597506?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/456698507360597506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=456698507360597506&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/456698507360597506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/456698507360597506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/hair-repair.html' title='Hair Repair'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5587715071480741731</id><published>2010-03-12T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:04:03.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>I got so much shyt going on in this dome that I don't even know where to begin. A lot of personal shyt and random thoughts! Since it's going to be raining like shyt this weekend. I'll be in the crib thinking about life and cleaning my dirty azz room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I'm walking down 42nd street after having drinks with friends and some random guy pops me in my arm. At first I was shocked and then I was like "yo, did you just pop me in the arm?" Y'all I don't know what took over me but I ran towards him and kicked him in the leg and then dropped kicked the cart he was pulling behind him. Then I ran back down the street saw to cops and told them what happened. They were like "do you want to press charges?" I said "Nah, I handled it!" Bwahahhaa! That's nuts but on a serious tip. Dude was crazy and could have possibly had a weapon. I could have been sliced instead of punched!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my homeboys weren't there because we would've tore up 42nd street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend beau coup dollars to have my hair highlighted tonite! I don't care about the loot. I don't do it often! I still haven't made a final decision on going back to the creamy crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom still hasn't recovered fully from her knee replacement surgery in August. It saddens me to see she doesn't have that pep in her step she always had! I think she's sad to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Operation Sexy and I've been seeing results. I always work out but now I'm being diligent on my caloric intake and I only go to one happy hour a week!(That's big)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need changes in my career and I MUST MAKE IT HAPPEN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking on my church going and Bible study! I HAVE to do better! There's no excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight I made a Vegetable Quiche, Banana Bread and Apple Pie. It was my first time making quiche and the bread and it came out quite tasty! Why do I cook at midnight? I'm nuts! LOL! I honestly don't know why. I think it's therapeutic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick has on leggings and heels today. The leggings end about 6 inches above her ankles and in the back have gold zippers! Oh word? That's NOT ok! We work in an investment bank on Wall St. That's not ok! I've heard so many people comment about the pants! All I can do is shake my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working here for three years and for the same amount of years this lady has been on Weight Watchers with NO results! I wonder what the heck she's eating at home! Three years?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love March Madness but I have no favorite team to route for this years since my Tarheels suck hot monkey nuts this year! Uhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this restaurant in the city called Mara's! OMG! It's the BIZNESS! It specializes in creole cooking. I'm a little hesitant to believe folks who say creole restaurants are good. Why? Because my mom is from Lousiana, I lived in Houston and most of my friends are from New Orleans! But I will say this place is pretty damn good! I had NINE lbs. of crawfish! Lawd y'all they were so dayum good! The Boudain,Alligator bites,crab,shrimp,bananas foster and even the dayum Hurricanes! Dammit I want to drop kick someone! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make! I LOVE that Luda song "My chick Bad" I only like the version with Diamond,Trina and Eve! Eve goes so hard on it! Trina's part is nasty but I likey! LMAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's poppin random with you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5587715071480741731?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5587715071480741731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5587715071480741731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5587715071480741731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5587715071480741731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/jambalaya.html' title='Jambalaya'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7411142374502773140</id><published>2010-03-05T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:34:42.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacks'/><title type='text'>To Crack or Not to Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S5GGY7VfHNI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gnca6aVgwGo/s1600-h/Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S5GGY7VfHNI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gnca6aVgwGo/s320/Cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445281187270434002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide if I should go back to the creamy crack or just keep the chemical out of my head. June will be two years without the crack and while my hair is healthy, no breakage etc. When I had the creamy crack my hair was healthy and no breakage AND I color my hair. I've never had a problem with a relaxer. My hair didn't break off and it wasn't dry etc. The only reason I didn't get a relaxer was back in September of 08 I got my first weave so my hair was all braided up. So when I took the weave out everyone said you should just leave your hair with no relaxer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now I'm leaning towards getting a relaxer in two weeks. I go to the gym almost everyday. Even though I tie my hair down. I still have to flat iron my edges and sometimes roots. If not I will look like a damn Chia Pet! If I didn't go to the gym as often as I do then I can maybe see not putting the cream in my head but since I'm not one to wear twist outs and shyt I just don't think it's working out for the kid. Even back when I did get relaxers I only got 2 per year. Hell, I didn't get my first relaxer until I was 19. I guess if I had a bad experience then I would view them differently. Like I said I have permanent highlights and would relax my hair and absolutely no damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do y'all relax your hair? Tell me your hair stories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7411142374502773140?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7411142374502773140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7411142374502773140&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7411142374502773140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7411142374502773140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-crack-or-not-to-crack.html' title='To Crack or Not to Crack'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S5GGY7VfHNI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gnca6aVgwGo/s72-c/Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8931881595461534670</id><published>2010-02-25T07:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:11:45.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Others'/><title type='text'>Straight gettin' peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S4Z3A9UKinI/AAAAAAAAA38/0zP4ZeZ0aMs/s1600-h/mr-bill-ohh-nooo-magnet-c11751410jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S4Z3A9UKinI/AAAAAAAAA38/0zP4ZeZ0aMs/s320/mr-bill-ohh-nooo-magnet-c11751410jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442168058066668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most know I live in NYC. Brooklyn to be exact. I live in an area of Brooklyn that a lot of gentrification has occurred. BUT there is still a slight hood element. There are still bodegas where dudes hang out in front and try to holla every morning and dudes selling cigarettes( I guess you have to sell them cheap since a pack of Newports is dayum near $11). Besides the bodegas and west indian restaurants there are two medium sized grocery stores. I rarely go into these stores because I feel like they take advantage of the people in the neighborhood who don't have transportation or don't feel like hopping on the train to a major store and take a cab home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday after work. I had moved my car and got Totti positioned for the supposed storm that's coming tomorrow. I thought I need eggs. I love breakfast so I don't like to be without eggs. I decided to go to Associated since I don't patronize the other grocery store due to the fact they don't honor their price tags. Y'all I've seen it happen before but my goodness the price differential between this grocery store and the three stores I normally go to (Pathmark,Trader Joe's and Fairway--step below Whole Check) was insane! Yes a few things were cheaper but on average the prices were ridiculous! I love the Simply Limeade or Simply Raspberry Lemonade. At Pathmark it's usually like $3.29 but at Fairway it's always $2.79. Do you guys know at Associated the shyt was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$4.89!!!&lt;/span&gt; A whole &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWO dollar&lt;/span&gt;s more! GTFOH!! Yeah, I could have bought it but on GP's sake I just couldn't do it. So, I walked out of there with some eggs, organic spring mix(which was cheap) and some cut up chicken for Curry(cheap...lots of west indians around). Also for a carton of medium eggs they were $2.29. I'm used to buying them at Trader Joe's for $1.79 but at Pathmark they're around the same price as the the rip off neighborhood grocery store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am blessed that I don't HAVE to shop at these stores. I have transportation to get to the other grocery stores and even if I didn't have my car. I still have enough money to take the train to the store and take a taxi home. It pisses me off that these stores charge this exuberant amount of money for their goods. Let me add that I was super surprised that their produce was very economical and it looked fairly fresh. I wish the neighborhood would take charge and demand change. This shyt is unacceptable,sad and downright pisses me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8931881595461534670?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8931881595461534670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8931881595461534670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8931881595461534670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8931881595461534670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/straight-gettin-peeps.html' title='Straight gettin&apos; peeps'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S4Z3A9UKinI/AAAAAAAAA38/0zP4ZeZ0aMs/s72-c/mr-bill-ohh-nooo-magnet-c11751410jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8294055741432676422</id><published>2010-02-11T19:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:20:33.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacks'/><title type='text'>A few reasons why we're at 16.5%</title><content type='html'>I was looking at the unemployment stats and it says that the unemployment rate is 9.7% BUT for blacks the unemployment rate is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16.5%!!&lt;/span&gt; It's historical that blacks have always had a higher rate of unemployment compared to the rest of America but this is just ridiculous. It's almost double. I know we're barely coming out of a recession but that number is unacceptable. I think I have a few reasons why a few of my people are unemployed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people when you get a call for an interview at a MAJOR investment bank please dress accordingly. I don't care if it's in the mailroom,cafeteria, administrative assistant or lawyer. PUT ON A DAMN SUIT! It doesn't have to be an Armani suit but wear a suit. Women if you decide to wear a skirt please make sure I can't see the dimples in your ass! That's what they make Spanx for. Comb your damn hair and tame down the weave. Leave the excess perfume at home and for the love of God cut your damn monster claws down and paint them a normal damn color. People don't want to see nails 4 inches long with nail art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people are not raised to know what is appropriate wear etc but I think you have no excuse when you're over 25 and I don't care what your family life was like. If you can text, tweet and look on the internet you can Google what's appropriate wear to an interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my close girlfriends is a Senior Manager at a biotech firm. Her area is all of NYC,Long Island and Northern Jersey. She has 6 reps under her and NOT one black. During the interview process she always interviews black because like my profession their aren't a lot of US. BUT she hasn't been able to hire a single black person because of straight foolishness. People coming completely unprepared for the interview, inappropriately dressed, not knowledgable on the subject matter and of course LATE! The last dude she interviewed was ONE HOUR late. So after the dude interviewed with the other members of her team. She called him in and asked him if he thought it was appropriate to come to an interview an hour late and dude was like I thought it was at this time and she said how when I sent you a confirmation email and you confirmed. She told him how she just couldn't hire him because he would be a reflection of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few things I listed are some of the reason that black people are unemployed. These reasons are NOT the only reasons but they damn sure are some of them. Oh yes and please stop putting your kids at a disadvantage with names like Quay'Kanisha, J'Terria, Mu'Funkay and Quaku. I know we like to be different but make the middle name different! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as a whole we can do better. Not because Obama is President but because we should want to do better for ourselves. Yes, this is a recession, times are hard, companies aren't hiring like they used to BUT you need to fight for that position. Remember if a white person is giving 100% we need to give %125!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8294055741432676422?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8294055741432676422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8294055741432676422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8294055741432676422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8294055741432676422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-reasons-why-were-at-165.html' title='A few reasons why we&apos;re at 16.5%'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6376237800314311142</id><published>2010-02-02T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:28:09.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>So, this is how the dating scene is now?</title><content type='html'>My month of dating has been HORRIFIC I mean dayum what is wrong with these dudes. So, I met two seemingly nice men. Professional, handsome seem like they might be cool. Dude 1, let's call him Light Skin. He seemed cool. We met, he called we exchanged a few emails then he asked me out for dinner and drinks. Good conversation, handsome, fun, witty. Then after that I constantly got hit with the text messages. "What's up?", "You watching the game?" Ummm dude are you not 35 why are you CONSTANTLY texting me? His reply was well I don't like to talk on the phone a lot. I'm better in person. Ok. Yeah but how are you going to see me in person again if all you do is text. He said I was going to text you to go out with me again! *DEAD* Oh word. Don't waste your time because my answer would be NO! I'm a grown azz woman and when I really don't know you. Texting is NOT a good form of communication! WTF? So, we had this convo and he waits a week and decides to text me again like it's ok. That's when I lost it! AFTER I had to tell him about himself via text. He decides to call me and say do you want to come out for drinks and stay at my house? Arrruuuuuuuuuu? WHAT?? It's 10:30 the night of the NFC Championship game and you think it's ok to ask me to come out for drinks AND stay at your house when I've only had ONE date with you. After I cussed his azz out with everything I had. He said I was just saying that since you'd be in the city! Mothereffer what? BYE and don't EVER call me again! &lt;br /&gt;Dude 2, let's call him PA(he's an Physician's Assistant). The night I met him we had good conversation he seemed cool although a tad bit sheltered to be 38 but I still decided to give him a chance. The next evening this dude TEXT me and said "Thinking about you." Uhh word? That's nice and all but you spoke to me for 20 min and now you send me a text saying thinking about you! WEIRDO! So, I never responded to that text because I was in the middle of Walmart and then I just forgot about it. So, fast forward to Thursday this fool sends me a text "Good Morning" I text back and say the same thing. Later that evening he sends YET ANOTHER text that says" I tried to reach out to you several days ago. Hopefully I'll see you soon." What?? He sent me a text that morning. So, I kindly text him back and say that he text me that morning and I responded and this fool tried to get smart and say "Sorry hon, this is Darryl I haven't heard from you. I was like "shall I forward you YOUR text?" Then he says "Oh yes, sorry." Of course I text him back and asked him if he found it appropriate to text a woman he's never had a conversation with. And if his first line of communication is always text and how I found that to be young and not becoming of a grown azz man. He said some other dumb shyt and that's when I said dude lose my number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're in 2010 but c'mon. Do men really think it's okay to have the first line of communication via text? My 20 year old nephew who has grown up in the digital era even calls girls after he meets them. What's wrong with expecting 30+ year old men to do the same! The Teacher is looking better and better to me! Dang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6376237800314311142?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6376237800314311142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6376237800314311142&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6376237800314311142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6376237800314311142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-this-is-how-dating-scene-is-now.html' title='So, this is how the dating scene is now?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3180469477209217743</id><published>2010-01-19T21:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:10:16.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><title type='text'>I Keep Slippin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S1aMxloz-QI/AAAAAAAAA3o/LTDCz4ZITnQ/s1600-h/oh_20shit_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S1aMxloz-QI/AAAAAAAAA3o/LTDCz4ZITnQ/s320/oh_20shit_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681184386480386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep talking to this man? In my post on January 7. I stated that me and The Teacher were over and it had to stop. I siad my heart and my head were both in the same place. I swear y'all that's what I think. If that's so true why did I go to dinner with him on Saturday evening? He called and asked me if I'd like to meet him at our favorite spot for dinner. I said sure! WTF??? I must say I wasn't all warm and fuzzy inside when I saw him but when we were about to sit and he took off his jacket! LAAAAAWD HAVE MERCY! His shoulders look so delicious and I know what was underneath that sweater. He works out all the time and his abs look like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S1aM_BSumuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/0nuyHX56tro/s1600-h/reggie-bush-abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S1aM_BSumuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/0nuyHX56tro/s320/reggie-bush-abs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681415148346082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I didn't even have the urge to rub up on his stomach. Because lawd knows I love touching that washboard! LOL! Anyway our dinner was cool and we had good conversation. Neither one of us brought up our seperation. I had no intention on talking about it because I wanted a casual dinner and didn't want to go to the F_uitlist's party in a bad mood. I went out on a date with some dude that showed a tiny bit of promise but that's a NO go(That's a story for another day), I'm still going to continue to keep my options open but can't help but be slightly curious about The Teacher and his actions! &lt;br /&gt;He always tells me I'm his Nina and he's my Darrius. Could that be true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3180469477209217743?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3180469477209217743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3180469477209217743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3180469477209217743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3180469477209217743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-keep-slippin.html' title='I Keep Slippin...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/S1aMxloz-QI/AAAAAAAAA3o/LTDCz4ZITnQ/s72-c/oh_20shit_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4404182790446319275</id><published>2010-01-13T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:41:04.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Goals for 2010</title><content type='html'>I FAILED miserably on my 2009 goals. Out of 9 goals I only accomplished 1! That shyt is unacceptable! These are goals to be and not resolutions. I just slacked all the way around. But this year will be different and I know this. I'm really going to hold myself accountable. So here are my goals that I will achieve this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read the Bible- Like I stated last year. I found a program that guides you to read the Bible in 365 days. So, far it's going well. I will NOT fail at this one again this year. I have time to party then I have time to read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Run 3 5k's- I had this on my goal list last year and you guessed it. I didn't do it! Laziness. PURE DAMN LAZINESS! It's not like I didn't work out. I just didn't train for the runs! But I will this year. I actually FEEL like running now. I'm starting to feel that competitive gene pop up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tithe more- I didn't do that. But like I said about the Bible. If I can go out and spend money on drinks and eating out. Surely I can tithe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Stick to my budget- I have several accounts. One of them is for down payment for my condo another is a vacation one another is emergency money. I need to stick to my guns about these budgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take another big trip. Last year I went to Barcelona and Italy so this year needs to be somewhere just as fly. I know I'm going to Costa Rica for my birthday but I don't consider that a big trip! I'm thinking Greece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work on letting shyt go. Sometimes you just have to walk away from certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Work on having more patience. I'm a very impatient person and it shows in my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Try not to get mad when I think someone should be doing something. Not everyone handles things the way I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep volunteering. That's the one thing I did consistently last year. I'm still doing. I tutor a great teenager named Victor who's going to do big things in life! He's so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. STOP BEING A PROCRASTINATOR! This is MAJOR for me! I'm the worst. I wait to the last minute to do everything. I'm actively trying to stop that behavior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4404182790446319275?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4404182790446319275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4404182790446319275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4404182790446319275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4404182790446319275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-goals-for-2010.html' title='My Goals for 2010'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5298438424255563467</id><published>2010-01-07T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:01:01.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>So, 2010 is finally here! I can remember when it was 1999 turning into 2000 and everyone was worried about Y2K(Nothing happened with that shyt). &lt;br /&gt;I don't have any resolutions this year just goals. One of them is stop holding on to shit that's just not there. For the past 2.75 years me and The Teacher have gone back and forth. At one point we were exclusive then we broke up,tried to talk again then stopped. It was an ongoing cycle. The cycle has finally come to an end. Although it wasn't the way I had planned it has ended. The relationship finally seemed like it was getting better but alcohol,tone,words turned around and pent up frustations made it come to a crashing halt. It's sad that after almost 3 years it ended like this but what more can I do. The bringing up old shyt, using your words against you and not COMMUNICATING will eff up any relationship. It took me a long time to be at the place I'm at but I'm here. It's the first time that my head and my heart are in the same place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write my goals out in the next post. I just had to get this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5298438424255563467?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5298438424255563467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5298438424255563467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5298438424255563467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5298438424255563467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6813654596079875430</id><published>2009-12-29T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:27:09.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Belated Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's been three weeks! Damn, where does the time go. I hope everyone had a great Christmas. I did. I went home to Buffalo and had a chance to spend some time with my parents, brother, sister and nephews. My youngest nephew D wanted to see snow so bad but he was SOL. Funny thing it snowed in Dallas(where he lives) on Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see the looks on my nephews face when they opened up their gifts. Even though they are 15 and 20 they still get so excited. I got the 15 year old the new IPod Nano in burnt orange and he was in LOVE. The 20 year old I gave $200 and he was super excited! He's a college sophomore so any money is great for him. &lt;br /&gt;All in all it was great to see my family for a few days! I'm back home in Brooklyn and chilling. There are only 2 more days in 2009 so I will be posting my goal failures of the year and my new goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6813654596079875430?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6813654596079875430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6813654596079875430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6813654596079875430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6813654596079875430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry Belated Christmas'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4747648469160999887</id><published>2009-12-08T14:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:53:09.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Staying for paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sx7KQQNO3HI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xJm64JvghBc/s1600-h/ch12_image10selfdefense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sx7KQQNO3HI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xJm64JvghBc/s320/ch12_image10selfdefense.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412986182723099762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wouldn't write about this whole Tiger shyt but I have to. A few of my girlfriends and one of their mothers had a discussion about this last night. I said maybe I could stay if he had an affair with one woman. While I would be hurt and upset I would MAYBE try and work on my marriage. I can't answer yes or no one way or the other because I'm not married and I think you have much more to lose in a marriage then when it's just a boyfriend/girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn 10 women have now come out saying they had escapades with him. One of them saying she was the side chick when he was just dating Elin. She says Tiger told her that the marriage was just for his "image." I'm sure some of that is true. His image is or shall I say was scripted so well. I think white America embraced him so much because he didn't come out and say he was black. Instead he said some stupid azz shyt about being "Caublasian." Newsflash Tiger, mainstream America sees black!! Let's get that straight. You're not the lightest dude. Do you really think these wealthy white people wanted you at THEIR country club. Nah son, it just so happens that you're a hell of a golfer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the reports I read that Tiger and Elin had a prenup for a 10yr period and she would get 20-25mil. Now since this happened Tiger's lawyers have sweetened the deal saying if Elin stays for two more years(which will total to 7 years of marriage) she'll get 55mil but if she walks now she'll only get 25mil.Hell that's a come up for her she was a damn nanny! So, the discussion me and my friends had was would you stay for the additional 30mil. MY answer would be NO! Like I stated above if it was one woman...maybe. Everyone is human and people make mistakes but I'm still not sure if I would forgive. BUT 10 have come forward....hell naw! That shyt is just disrespectful! One of these chicks being a porn star! NOPE! Another of them is a waitress at Perkins(for those you who don't know that restaurant it's like a hillbilly IHOP with better food. There's one in the city I grew up in). I would take the 25mil and be gone. That money is HERS! He will provide for his kids, they'll go to the best schools, have a nice azz house(s) with all the amenities. I'm taking it and running. TO ME the extra 30mil doesn't matter! My self respect does. &lt;br /&gt;What say you. Would you take the 25mil now or wait for 2 more years and get the 55mil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra:Did y'all read the text message that said" I'm gonna tear you up!" Maaan that shyt cracks me up. Not saying it's impossible but all I imagine is Tiger's funny sounding voice saying that...lmao!! Oh and another chick said he's very well endowed and she would give the azz a 12 out of 1-10 scale! Well, I guess he tore her up! Bwaaaaaaaaaahahhahahahhahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4747648469160999887?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4747648469160999887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4747648469160999887&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4747648469160999887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4747648469160999887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-i-wouldnt-write-about-this-whole.html' title='Staying for paper'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sx7KQQNO3HI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xJm64JvghBc/s72-c/ch12_image10selfdefense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4023857921231007723</id><published>2009-12-02T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:45:39.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Ish</title><content type='html'>I gotta do better with this blog. I get on a roll then fall the eff off. I'm going to attempt to blog for at least 25 days this month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Sheila Dixon! What's really going on? But congratulations to Kasim Reed. Lose one gain one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the Tiger shyt. We all know that his wife pulled a Jasmine Sullivan on his back window! She was trying to beat that ass more than she already did! I ain't mad at her! LMAO!! One for the pink toes!! Bwaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a relaxer in 18mos! My Dominicans are starting to charge me more for my blow outs! Umm come spring me and the lye may be friends again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dude who decides to kill four Seattle police officers is black. WHY?? We used to save this behavior for the Others! We have to do better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Jamar Pinkney shot and killed his 15 year old son because he was told his son MAY have fondled a child. You make your child strip and beg for his life then shoot him in the back of the head. That makes me sick! WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just paid $389.20 to fly to my parent's house in Buffalo! It's a damn 1 hour flight! NO ONE is getting presents this year.....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews are coming home this year. I'm taking them skiing or snowboarding. This will be their first time! It shall be an adventure!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw The Teacher two weeks ago at a mutual friend's birthday party. I was nervous at first. I hadn't seen him and have had limited conversation for 2 mos. We hugged an awkward hug. Then he went to the bar and bought me my favorite drink. After he asked me to dance and that's all she wrote! We were inseparable! His friend who is deeply religious came up to me and said "I need y'all to fix this." Who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with The Teacher this past Sunday. It was nice. Taking it VERY SLOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out in Harlem two weeks ago for a party and it was INTERESTING! People who are from Harlem and not transplants are characters! I met a Milk, Ice and Smooth! Milk told me he quit working at the train station so he could hustle on the street! And you're telling me this why! LOL! Another dude told me he played bball for UNC. Really? That's my favorite team. What year? After I made him feel stupid he walked away! The next dude told me that he thought I was mad pretty but really liked my "structure." Does this shyt work on chicks? Probably that's why mad chicks were coming in looking like they just came off the pole or from jail or having had sex! These chicks were coming in with pins and scarves on their heads! And no it wasn't raining outside! Black folks we have got to do better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fourth time there's a mistrial in the John Gotti Jr. case! He now deserves the name "Teflon Don" Not for nothing I don't know if I would have convicted him either! I like my life...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Service needs their asses beat! The next state dinner I'm going to go and hopefully I'll get in and get some pictures with Michelle and Barack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New York State Appellate Court voted in favor of the people that's supposed to be building the Nets stadium in Brooklyn. What they ruled was that the property around there may be taken by Eminent Domain. That makes me sad because a lot of folks are going to lose their homes and not be able to find affordable housing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for President Obama. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision to send the troops over especially since one of his campaign promises was to bring the troops back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum Shaq. Is it that serious to be bangin out Gilbert Arenas's fiancee'? I read the emails and text son! WOW! Shaunie is about to get PAID!!! When will y'all learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4023857921231007723?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4023857921231007723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4023857921231007723&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4023857921231007723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4023857921231007723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-ish.html' title='Random Ish'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4575276627101641752</id><published>2009-11-09T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:29:56.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><title type='text'>Word Sammy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvhfepwkxNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/SFyw6BlKPw8/s1600-h/50365141-SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvhfepwkxNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/SFyw6BlKPw8/s320/50365141-SS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172733241214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that Sammy Sosa has pulled a Michael Jackson on us. According to his PR people he's saying that he underwent a rejuvenating process for his skin. Oh word and you come out looking like that. Umm I'd sue my dermatologist! WTF??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4575276627101641752?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4575276627101641752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4575276627101641752&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4575276627101641752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4575276627101641752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-sammy.html' title='Word Sammy??'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvhfepwkxNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/SFyw6BlKPw8/s72-c/50365141-SS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4544007831348189040</id><published>2009-11-05T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:44:42.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><title type='text'>I'm from New York....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvOa_GA_MsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jmc1ufsw0OI/s1600-h/yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvOa_GA_MsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jmc1ufsw0OI/s320/yankees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400830786884547266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case y'all didn't know. The NEW YORK YANKEES ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS! And I couldn't be happier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4544007831348189040?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4544007831348189040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4544007831348189040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4544007831348189040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4544007831348189040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-from-new-york.html' title='I&apos;m from New York....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SvOa_GA_MsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jmc1ufsw0OI/s72-c/yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-204256179644592618</id><published>2009-11-03T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:43:09.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mind Explosion</title><content type='html'>This is going to be random as hell. I got so much on my mind that I'm just going to have a "mind explosion" on y'all! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the documentary &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"By the People"&lt;/span&gt; The Election of Barack Obama. Make sure you guys check it out on HBO. I followed the entire campaign and I still teared up when I heard "Barack Hussein Obama is our 44th president" when I watched it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a spacious ass NYC apt but lawd it's hot as hell in this beyatch. I like to say it's project heat. I have windows and AC on and I'm not a hot person. I tend to be more cold than hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live in New Jersey but I'm mad as hell that Chris Christie beat John Corzine! Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was a blast this year. I dressed up as a sexy Cleopatra. I'm glad I've been hittin' the gym because my stomach was out! I'll post pics later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's husband just found out he has a 26 year old daughter! *crickets* My sis and him have been married for 20 years and dated for 2 years prior. Apparently the mom lied to him and the daughter! Why do people do that? A mess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Beyonce fan at all but I like that song "Sweet Dreams." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go see "This is it." I only got 8 days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the dude in Ohio who was raping and murdering people? They found the 10th body in his home this evening. Dang why is he one of my people? It's rare if blacks are serial killers! Dayum, what's really good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 10% of African American males aged 25-29 is incarcerated. In 2000 there were 791.600 black men in prison and 603,032 in college. In 1980, there were 143,000 black men in prison and 463,700 enrolled in college.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sad for our communities! We have to do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seventh person has been arrested for the gang rape of the 15 year old girl at her homecoming in Richmond, CA. They think there were 10 participants and 10 who just stood and watched. This girl was raped in every hole and beaten. WTF is wrong with these kids? If I was her parent I do believe I would be in jail! This shyt is so disturbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a date sometime? Geesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex boo came up to visit two weeks ago and again this weekend. My homeboys tell me that he likes me again because no one drives 3 hours to just chill! LOL! I don't have the same feelings for him! He's nice to look at though! LOL! If I don't get a date soon maybe I'll get him to drive here again and take me out! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court has been asked to spare the DC snipers life. I'm with it! I'm not a proponent of the death penalty. I wrote my senior thesis on this and there's a disproportionate number of blacks being executed. Until they get it right I can't condone it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dude took my dayum shoes off in the lounge we were at and rubbed my feet. While it felt good I was a little skeeved out! I hate feet and he just took my shyts like it was nothing! Bleck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Stockman from Boys II Men has Swine flu? That shyt is getting everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the flu shot. Do you guys get it? Are you getting the Swine Flu shot? I think I'm gonna pass on both of them this year! Maybe next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keston Karter is FINE! Lawd have mercy that boy is something sexy! Look him up ladies! He's definitely on my "He could get it" list! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Justin Timberlake's restaurant, Southern Hospitality. I'll be watching my babies, Yankees play and eating supposed good bbq! I'll let y'all know how it was! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may not know this but I LOVE THE YANKEES!! Go Yanks! Hopefully Wednesday evening I will be celebrating my boys winning their 27th World Series!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-204256179644592618?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/204256179644592618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=204256179644592618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/204256179644592618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/204256179644592618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-explosion.html' title='Mind Explosion'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5951430485132723873</id><published>2009-10-27T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:59:40.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Suc09BsQtuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WV9wTGCL_w8/s1600-h/positive-attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Suc09BsQtuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WV9wTGCL_w8/s320/positive-attitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397340901457573602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an ex boyfriend who would always say "Your attitude determines your altitude." This quote makes so much sense to me. If you're going to have a stink azz attitude you're not going to get very far. Be it your job, relationships or life in general. I think all of us have needed a little bit of attitude adjustment. I know I have. My mom used to tell me as a child that "My mouth and attitude would over power my azz!" I still laugh about that to this day. Because not only did she tell me that but her hand or belt was stingin my azz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was at the gym I was taking a strength and conditioning class. The instructor asked someone to please remove their IPod so they could hear the instruction and know the proper form to lift the weights etc. You would have thought the instructor told this chick that she was fat and ugly the way this chick carried on. She was snapping her head, rolling her eyes and sucking her teeth. Now was all that shyt necessary? He just asked you to remove your Ipod for HIS class. WTF? I speak to this lady at the gym and I've seen her have attitude with people before for no apparent reason. I also over heard her tell her girlfriend that she was no longer going to class because she missed to many and it didn't matter because her sleep did. Mind you she needs this class to keep her job. So her girl asked her what are you going to do? Attitude chick said umm I guess take it in January. &lt;br /&gt;After I witnessed her attitude with the instructor and heard her say this. I thought of the quote "Your attitude determines your altitude." Because this chick can't go far in life with that attitude. I don't care if she's the smartest person on her team. Her promotions will be few and far in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me because she was black. I think as black people we can do better than that. The "man" isn't always trying to hold us back. With this stink azz attitude you're holding yourself back! I love my people and I want for us to do better as a whole but when you have a stink azz attitude you're not helping ANY of us! I'm far from perfect and I KNOW I can demonstrate major attitude but I also know when to check that shyt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do y'all know anyone who has a lot of potential but they're not going far in their job or relationships because of attitude?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5951430485132723873?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5951430485132723873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5951430485132723873&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5951430485132723873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5951430485132723873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Suc09BsQtuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WV9wTGCL_w8/s72-c/positive-attitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3912479437089399205</id><published>2009-10-12T00:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:34:55.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>It's Been a long time</title><content type='html'>Since I left you! Without a dope beat to step to!  LOL! Ok I'm back for real. I've been back from vacation for two weeks but I've had some issues I had to deal with plus I just was being lazy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my vacation was great! Barcelona was HOT! If y'all go there fly Iberia airlines. The food was good and you got free wine..lol! You just have to watch their azzes because they will change seats on you! Our hotel was great it was in the middle of Las Ramblas(which is where you want to be). The churches were beautiful the food and Sangria were EXCELLENT! I had some great  tapas. I tried rabbit ribs(don't knock it to you try it...lol). They were deep fried just like chicken. Lawd they were good! The clubs/lounges don't open until 1am! We arrived around 2 and partied until 7am! The music was better than the music in the clubs here. They played everything from Rakim to Jay's Blueprint 3! After two days in Barcelona it was time to get on the cruise ship. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of cruises but I agreed to go on this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Malta. Not a lot here but it was pretty. The next stop was Naples. We decided to hire a driver instead of doing an excursion with the ship. We went to Pompeii for two hours and boy was that amazing. I'm a history buff so I loved this. We didn't have a lot of time so I didn't get to see the tombs but I did get to see the amphitheatre and the bathrooms(Romans had plumbing in 187 AD)Amazing!! From there we went to Positano(stunning). It was so beautiful and peaceful. The Amalfi Coast is breathtaking! Then it was on to Sorentto. I had the freshest seafood there! It was like it jumped out of the ocean into my mouth! OMG!! I am definitely going back there and spending at least a week there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Rome. The shyt was so dayum dirty. It reminded me of NYC in the 80's! Graffiti and trash everywhere! I didn't get to see a ton of shyt because the lines were long and everything was spread out! I saw the outside of the Colosseum, Pantheon and St. Peters Square. I will go back here just to see the sights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence was next. If you want to shop this is the place to be. There was SO much shopping to be done here. Florence is known for leather goods. So, I picked up a bag, belts and wallet. Scenery was beautiful here too! Then we headed to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. There isn't ANYTHING in Pisa but the tower. It was cool but I don't need to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(last day) we went to Cannes. Not much here but some shopping and the ocean. This was the day I chilled on the beach and in the ocean! I was so happy I was actually in the South of France! It was HOT! All the yachts and sexy people. It was a perfect way to end my vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the vacation was cool. The ship was nice and the food was good. I definitely want to go back to Rome for a couple of days then to the Amalfi Coast to Sorentto and Capri. I can't say enough about Sorentto. I LOVED IT!! I haven't uploaded my pictures yet but when I do I'll do a picture entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3912479437089399205?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3912479437089399205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3912479437089399205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3912479437089399205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3912479437089399205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a long time'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3495405440042819546</id><published>2009-09-17T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:58:51.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SrJNO1z4IGI/AAAAAAAAA14/OSpeR_DO8gI/s1600-h/la_sagrada_familia1-wallpaper_032020080210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SrJNO1z4IGI/AAAAAAAAA14/OSpeR_DO8gI/s320/la_sagrada_familia1-wallpaper_032020080210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449422019338338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has FINALLY come for my vacation! I'm flying to Barcelona tonite and will be there for the weekend. Tuesday I will be in Malta from there Rome, Florence and Naples. I CAN'T WAIT! I NEED this vacation so bad. While I'm away it will give me time to sort my thoughts on many things going on in my life right now and to take in the landscape of these beautiful places! This will be a fun and relaxing trip but major decisions will be made. My life will probably be very different when I get back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys have a great 10 days without me! Be Safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3495405440042819546?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3495405440042819546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3495405440042819546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3495405440042819546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3495405440042819546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SrJNO1z4IGI/AAAAAAAAA14/OSpeR_DO8gI/s72-c/la_sagrada_familia1-wallpaper_032020080210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-558171274166740495</id><published>2009-09-04T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:35:13.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>I Know Now</title><content type='html'>So, I got the results back from my MRI. I have Meniere's Disease, also called idiopathic endolymphatic hydrops which is a disorder of the inner ear. The cause is unknown but it probably results from an abnormality in the fluids of the inner ear. The theory is that too much inner ear fluid accumulates either due to excess production or inadequate absorption. The symptoms are episodic vertigo(I never experienced that)hearing loss(have that)tinnitus(roaring or buzzing in ear...I have this)and a sensation of fullness in the ear(have that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor I went to is the best Dr. in NYC so I feel confident in his finding but I did get a second opinion and the results were the same. There's not much I can do about it. The treatment for now is a low salt diet(umm I'm black), no caffeine( I can do that)some special type of vitamins and water pills. The pamphlet says no alcohol but my doctor didn't mention that so I'm going to act like I didn't read that...bwaaaaaaaaahhahaha! I always said I'm not going to stop drinking until the doctor tells me I have to! And since he didn't tell me, I ain't stoppin'! LOL! They also found a cyst in my gland in my brain. This has nothing to do with my ear problem *sigh* they just happened to spot it. The cyst is filled with fluid that they believe is benign, so now I have to go to a Neurologist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel good. I can hear this week(hearing loss is intermittent)and I think I'll be ok. Thanks to all of you that kept me in your prayers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labor Day everyone! I doubt I'll write another post! Y'all know how NYC is Labor Day Weekend is with the West Indian Parade and all the shenanigans that come along with it! Have a great weekend! Be Safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-558171274166740495?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/558171274166740495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=558171274166740495&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/558171274166740495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/558171274166740495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-now.html' title='I Know Now'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1773418577309502504</id><published>2009-09-01T11:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:58:59.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Lies Lies Lies</title><content type='html'>How do you get past the fact that someone extremely close to you lied? In my opinion there's nothing worse than a liar and a thief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf thinks I'm blowing this a little out of proprotion but understands where I'm coming from. I've been going through this for the past six days and I need to make a decision if I want this person in my life or to just walk away. I've been told that if I just walk away that I'm making a mistake. Hmmm would I be making a mistake? It would be a decision I have to live with. If I made it i'd be ok with it. I'm not going to waver back and forth on it. I'm just trying to figure out am I being extra. Will this happen again? I know why it happened but I don't think a lie needed to be told. Ahhh decisons decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1773418577309502504?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1773418577309502504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1773418577309502504&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1773418577309502504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1773418577309502504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/lies-lies-lies.html' title='Lies Lies Lies'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6939275168839211673</id><published>2009-08-17T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:57:10.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><content type='html'>I don't want to see another margarita for at least two weeks! Between Friday and Saturday I consumed at least 20 of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had French food Friday and Saturday. While it was excellent at both places I don't want anymore for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love NYC but I really think it's time to start planning my exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't love living in Houston but I sure loved my 2500 sq.ft house. I also miss Mica and Tam. Those two are my peoples! I liked eating or getting up with them once a week. I don't have anyone here that truly knows me. I have lots of acquaintances but no peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got out of the hospital 8 days early. Now we're all moving our travel plans around to accommodate her. I will be going home to help my dad on August 27. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my brain MRI. Hopefully this will help with an accurate diagnosis of what is going on with my ear/hearing loss. For the last month I've been to the doctor an average of 3x/week. This is when I wish my peeps were around. Although I am thankful for the Teacher he has been superb! He more nervous then I am...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 30 days from today I leave for Spain and Italy! I CAN'T WAIT! When I'm in Italy I think I'm going to buy myself some hot ass shoes! Hell I know I'm going to buy some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand when people call/text or email you a question. You answer them back and ask something and they don't respond. I guess I'd be an ass if I just didn't respond to their initial question right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-fiance' is getting married on Saturday and I'm truly happy for him. Just in case I feel a ting of sadness on Saturday. I have an action packed day and evening planned...lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably one of the only people that isn't hooked on Twitter. I just don't give a damn that much about what people are doing! I took that shyt off my phone and I look at it occasionally at home! Am I missing anything? NOPE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still falling short on all my goals! *sigh* I have time for the 5k's but I think the reading the Bible before the year is up is not going to happen. Also I don't think I'm going to hit my $20k goal! I've been spending money like a crazy person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did a dude expect to get my number yesterday after he just stated he just got out of jail! Then proceeded to tell a story about shooting a dude in the face(yes dude is dead) then said he tried to kill dudes family. AND you want my number! GTFOH SON! I was offended that he would even ask that ridiculous ass question. The look on my face.......PRICELESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher graduates in May maybe December with his Master's in Education. He wants to go to Greece next summer for 10 days. I'm so down for that! Hope he doesn't think I'm paying...lol! I got $300 on it for you! bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. The Teacher also told me that he was considering becoming a vegetarian. I looked him dead in his face and said good luck with that! Shiiiiiit I ain't giving up beef or pork for no damn body! He can come over for dinner when I make my grilled portobello burgers or lentil soup! If you think I'm taking that path with you you're sadly mistaken! Meat didn't do shit to me! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6939275168839211673?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6939275168839211673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6939275168839211673&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6939275168839211673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6939275168839211673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-musings.html' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3285120479842217823</id><published>2009-08-06T13:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:30:34.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>CONFIDENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SnsSh7UnILI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KV_3t6XKQ4w/s1600-h/Confidence2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SnsSh7UnILI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KV_3t6XKQ4w/s320/Confidence2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366903755011203250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have it some don't. I sometimes wonder why people lack confidence. Is it because they didn't have praise in their household growing up? Is it because they just doubt themselves? Or is it just because? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've always been confident. Confidence and self-esteem were taught to me at a young age. Hell it had to be since I was the only black child in my Montessori class. From K-12 their may have been another black kid in my class here and there but once I got into high school barely any. If I ever would have lacked confidence this definitely would have been the time but I never did. People who knew me in my formative years have always told me that I had so much confidence in myself that it almost seemed like arrogance. I didn't know what to tell them then and I don't know what to them now! It's just how I was raised! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some stage in your life I think everyone lacks confidence. I remember when I was 12 and I wanted to play ball that day. My mom took me to the park and said I'll be back in three hours. I looked at my mom like she was crazy. NO girls played at that park and all the boys that hooped there were at least 6 plus years older than me. My mom looked at me and said "Girl get out of my car. If you want to get better you play with the boys and play hard!" I got out of my car with my ball and slowly moved toward the court as I did this I watched my mom pull off. I so wanted to run away. I saw my brother's best friend who was 12 years older than me and he was like "You gonna run today?" I said "I guess." I got on the court and could barely breathe I was so nervous. I just passed the ball and didn't do much. My brother's friend pulled me aside and said "what the eff are you doing? I know you can play and you have a nice shot. Get out there and show them!" After that I went out there and when I got the ball. I shot and it was all net. Then I started playing "D" hard, boxing out and trying to go up for rebounds. Once I got comfortable and KNEW I could play with the boys my game was on point! I ended up with about 8 fouls(lol) and 12 points. But mostly I ended up believing in me.......CONFIDENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SnsSXxT9tuI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pydDa30o6c4/s1600-h/Confidence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SnsSXxT9tuI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pydDa30o6c4/s320/Confidence1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366903580525442786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way my mom was around the corner watching me and my brother's best friend was in on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3285120479842217823?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3285120479842217823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3285120479842217823&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3285120479842217823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3285120479842217823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/confidence.html' title='CONFIDENCE'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SnsSh7UnILI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KV_3t6XKQ4w/s72-c/Confidence2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5600703526701727792</id><published>2009-07-28T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:04:11.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>My Mom Always Told Me</title><content type='html'>My mom used to tell me the older you get you'll only have a handful of friends. When I was younger I don't know if I quite believed her since I always had a ton of friends. In elementary school I had so many friends that the principle called my mom into the office because she thought maybe I was a gang member and I was intimidating the kids to be my friends! Uhh no! In high school I had a ton of friends because I knew a lot of people and I played three sports. Even when I got to college I made a ton of friends. After graduation I kept in touch with a few people but it has dwindled. Life happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my best friend from the first day of Montessori. Our birthdays are two days a part. She knows me in ways only a selected few do. She's never come to visit because she's terrified to leave her kids(even though she has a gem of a husband). That really doesn't matter. We speak almost every day even if it's only for 2 minutes. I've had numerous doctor's appointments for my ear in the last week and she calls to see what was said and what the next step is. She's the one who tells me I'm overreacting on something or someone. She's the calm practical side. At the end of the day she is my ace! I have a few others that are in my crew(as Kyle would say) Chad, Mica, Tam and Niles. These five are my PEOPLES! If I do something that don't like they check me, if there's something that seems off about our relationship..they ask me, if I let shit slide...they ask why? They are my checks and balances and I wouldn't have it any other way! I RIDE FOR THEM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I joined Facebook I've become acquainted with many old friends and some new ones. I've been deleted as a "friend" four times. One because the dude was just an asshole, two my ex boyfriend's new gf broke into his FB and deleted almost all the women. He found out and friend requested us all again and dumped her ass! Three another ex boyfriend's fiancee' made him delete all ex girlfriends and he did...oh well! My last delete was by a woman who was my supposed friend. I haven't known this woman for a long period of time but I started to hang out and spend time with her and thought she was cool people. Apparently a situation took place and I stayed neutral so that wasn't good enough. I along with anyone she met thru me was deleted. I personally think that's some bitch ass shit.But hey if it makes her feel better then so be it! I think it's pretty sad that a grown ass woman thinks her behavior is ok. If that was someone from my crew they would have said "Shell xyz?" but to delete me and others who really had nothing to do with it. Is immature, petty and stupid. The funny thing is I was actually starting to consider this girl a friend but people &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; show their ass after awhile. The funny thing is whatever was going on wasn't that serious. Let me rephrase that...it wasn't that serious &lt;strong&gt;to me!&lt;/strong&gt; I personally have bigger things to worry about like how after more testing I lost some more hearing in my left ear and now some in my right. How I have to get a Cat Scan and how the doctor is talking about cutting into my damn brain. That's what the fuck I'm worried about. How my mom is having knee replacement surgery next Thursday but wants to cancel it so she can be here with me for my scan. Knowing damn well she needs the surgery because she is now walking around bone on bone! That's the shit&lt;strong&gt; I'm&lt;/strong&gt; worried about! Not about why some immature person deleted me and didn't have the balls to come and say "blah blah blah." But just like my mom always told me.....you'll only have a handful of friends! Boy she ain't neva lied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Friends&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have them&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;The ones we can depend on&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have them&lt;br /&gt;~Whodini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5600703526701727792?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5600703526701727792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5600703526701727792&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5600703526701727792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5600703526701727792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-always-told-me.html' title='My Mom Always Told Me'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-9082602288088231907</id><published>2009-07-27T19:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:52:06.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions Decisions</title><content type='html'>I said I would write my review of Black In America on Friday and today is now Monday and no review. I will write it on Wednesday since I'm trying to blog three days a week now. Plus I feel like I have other pressing issues to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was selected to attend a Lunch and Learn that was scheduled for today. It's thrown by the Black Women's Leadership Group at my job. When you see something from them you have to immediately jump on it or it will fill up. So, I got the email and sent it in my rsvp. All in all only 20 people were selected and I'm happy I was one of them. They had two Managing Director's speak one black and one white. They happened to both be promoted to MD the same year. The topic was on Mentorship and Sponsorship but it turned to other topics. The women at the table were incredibly candid in their questions and answers. In case some of you don't know. Having a title of Managing Director is huge in the financial circle. There are very few black MD's and even fewer black women MD's. I think there's like 20 for the company I work for and I work for a big azz company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things one of the women said is "you have to create your own destiny" and that statement really resonated with me. I've been thinking about this in both my professional and personal life. My job is stagnant and I don't think I will be able to move up with the group I'm in. I keep getting paid more money but it's really satisfying for me. I thought for a minute that I keep taking the paper and do the same stagnant job but it it's not working. I am good at my job and very knowledgeable. Hell I know more shyt then people who are above me and I know more about what the other groups are doing. I could go to any job in my department and do well but that doesn't matter. They're not trying to get rid of their talent so there's no transferring. I would so like to go to the product side. Of course not many blacks are there. I think I may have to leave this company and go somewhere else to be more full filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am so blessed to have a job in this economy and being in the field I'm in. I have plenty of friends who have lost their jobs and I see my department shrinking before my eyes. I've been thinking about this for awhile and now is the time. I came into this field in a very unconventional way and it's always a great topic in interviews. I don't know why I'm a little gun shy on this. I have no kids and no debt. I have a substantial savings, parents and siblings who support my unconventional moves even though they don't always agree but they understand. I am a risk taker and always have been. I've never lacked confidence. So now is the time I HAVE TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF AND IN MY NEXT MOVE! I believe it will be a big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this coincides with me and the moves I made in my personal life. The Teacher and I have been in limbo for the past year. We had a serious heart to heart on Sunday.  I told him I can't continue to have a half ass relationship. . I eventually want to get married and have a kid. I can't help that you have issues about your dad and your scared you'll turn out like him. If you're not like him now what's going to change? While I appreciate him not wanting to be like a man he has issues with. I'm not trying to sit around and wait forever. It was a very deep conversation some things were said that hurt on both sides but it was needed. I finally found out how he truly feels about me and how he envisions our future together. So for now we'll see how this progresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-9082602288088231907?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/9082602288088231907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=9082602288088231907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9082602288088231907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9082602288088231907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions Decisions'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-9202418334249198048</id><published>2009-07-22T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:43:56.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Wrap around</title><content type='html'>This is 2009 right? Like Spike Lee said just because our President is black doesn't mean that the racial profiling and racism will automatically disappear. Shyt is alive and well out here. Try living in upstate NY like I did. The "others" will let you know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my white friends from back home commented that most of my friends now are black. I point blank told her I have enough white friends from always being the ONLY black girl growing up! At this stage in my life I need some chocolate! Dayum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about Tyler Perry but he did a great deed in sending those kids from Philly to Disney next week. "I want them to know that for every act of evil that a few people will throw at you, there are millions more who will do something kind for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Black and Hispanics we have to do better! Our obesity rate is skyrocketing! For black it's 23-45.1(depending on state)and Hispanics it's 21-36.7%. I like cheeseburgers and fries sometimes too but I also like the gym! If you can't afford the gym.....walk OUTSIDE IT'S FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY love Miles Davis! Looking back I'm grateful that my parents took me to see him when I was 8 years old! My mommy is the reason I love jazz and blues so much! Most folks don't know that about me! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an extensive Barbie Doll collection that's worth over 15K. I don't have a single one with me! They're all in storage at my parent's house...lol! I've been out of the house for a loooooong time too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama went to chuuuuurch at the NAACP convention last week. I really liked his speech! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black in America is on tonite. I will watch since I watched last year. I really hope Soledad discusses middle class black americans who went to college and are doing it for themselves. I felt like last year it was so concentrated on being black and poor. White people see that side of blacks too often! I hope she does better. I will discuss in depth when on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve McNair DID NOT HAVE A WILL!! C'mon black people get your affairs in order. I don't care how old you are or young you thing you are. We are NOT INVINCIBLE! Hell Michael Jackson's wasn't even updated. His is from 2002! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Bernake..chairman of the Federal Reserve said yesterday that while the economy is picking up the unemployment rate will remain high until 2011! That's not looking good for Barack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocs is about to file for bankruptcy! While I hate to see more people lose jobs. I hate those dayum shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed some very immature shyt from folks this weekend. I'm just sitting shaking my vodka sayin "what's really goin on?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-9202418334249198048?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/9202418334249198048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=9202418334249198048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9202418334249198048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9202418334249198048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-wrap-around.html' title='Wednesday Wrap around'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8796648320742151488</id><published>2009-07-17T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:26:18.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>WHAT did you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SmCXkbJ_6yI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BWo97tvw5SI/s1600-h/big-ear3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SmCXkbJ_6yI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BWo97tvw5SI/s320/big-ear3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359450208591670050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week has not been good. But I guess I can't complain too much because I'm still breathing and I'm thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I woke up with what seemed like "swimmers ear" that feeling that water is stuck in your ear and I couldn't figure out why my ear felt like that since I haven't been in a pool in at least a year. So I tried to chew gum and yawn and it didn't work. So when I came to work I took my azz to the PA and she inspected my ear and said it looked like my eardrums were swollen and were covered in mucus. It was almost like a reverse sinus infection instead of in your sinus cavity the mucus was draining thru your ears. Yuck I know. So she told me to take Sudafed B every 4 hours for the weekend. I did this and by Sunday my ear was feeling better. I stopped hearing myself talk. By Monday afternoon I had a slight ringing in my ear again and the muffled sound was back. Tuesday morning I went back to the PA and she said that my ear was still cloudy but she wanted me to stop taking the Sudafed and immediately go see an ENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go see the ENT and he inspects my ear and tells me that he thinks I have Eustachian tube dysfunction(tube is chronically open and that's why I hear myself talk) but I told him how I went completely deaf in my left ear when I was 13 for 5 months and that led him to do further test. As of now I have lost 30% of my hearing in my left ear and they have no idea why.They also don't know if I will ever regain that 30%. They think I have nerve damage from a viral infection or I could have had an inner ear stroke(who would have thought) or worst case scenario it's a tumor sitting on my auditory nerve. If that's the case it's very difficult to treat. For now I'm on steroids till next Friday when I go see the ENT. The week after I go see an Neuro-Otologist. I will be getting Cat Scans, MRI's and anything else I need to rectify this problem. If need be there is a specialist in Houston that my sister and mom have already been in touch with and I will go there for treatment and just deal with my insurance later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say my week has been pretty funky. I told the Teacher about it and just when I think I want to knock his azz out he does some real sweet shyt. LOL! He kept asking what time I was leaving work and if I was going straight home. When I got off the train he was standing there(seeing his face was exactly what I needed at the moment). He came to my house and we sat around, chilled and laughed for about 3 hours. Some days he drives me to the point where I want to drop kick him in his chest(like today) and then other days I want to lick his chocolaty 12 pack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tiffany"Smarty" Jones for keeping me in your prayers and my bff Susanna who calls me repeatedly and to Olisa for asking me a million times last night "Can you hear this?" Bwaaaaaaaahahha! I had to tell her I've only lost 30% in one ear fool! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8796648320742151488?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8796648320742151488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8796648320742151488&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8796648320742151488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8796648320742151488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-did-you-say.html' title='WHAT did you say?'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SmCXkbJ_6yI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BWo97tvw5SI/s72-c/big-ear3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6271032158728375364</id><published>2009-07-13T23:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:20:31.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Mid Year Review on Goals</title><content type='html'>Below are the goals I posted back in January for myself! Guess what. I haven't completed NOT ONE OF THESE GOALS! It's a damn shame! I'm so disappointed in myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.I mean damn I couldn't even keep my word to God! It's never too late so I will read the Bible(I'm just six months late in starting) But dammit I will read it! I can't let God down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I did one volunteer program! I really suck! I'm doing some things at work and helping people who've been out of the job market for awhile. I will be reviewing their resumes and conducting mock interviews! Most of the people are former welfare recipients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Hmm well can't lose weight Shell when you're too busy partying! Needless to say I haven't lost any weight but not gained either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Tithe more. Can't tithe if you don't take your ass to church! I didn't go to church the entire month of June! I SUCK! But I did do bedside baptist and tithed one time! I went to church this past Sunday and tithed! I must go the remainder of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Toastmasters---yeah right! Only thing I've been toasting is my damn Vodka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Decide if I'm going to business school! Yep, I want to go but am doing nothing to make it happen! I need to take Calculus since I haven't taken it in 5 years! You think I signed up for a summer class. Hell no, I'm too busy partying! I'm the worst! I WILL BE IN SCHOOL IN THE FALL TAKING ALL MY PRE-REQ'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Never bought my flat screen! That's out of pure laziness! And me saying I don't watch as much tv in the summer! I will buy one by the time College Basketball starts! Go Heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I haven't ran a single 5k! I still have time!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.Blog three times a week! I have failed miserably at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was my last weekend going out they way I have! I have been completely out of control In the last 6 weeks I think I've spent $2500 on going out and eating out! That is damn ridiculous! I'm not wanting for money but that loot could be in my ING account or spending money for Barcelona! I'm very disappointed in my behavior thus far for the year! Out of 9 goals I've completed 1! Fricken ONE! I WILL DO BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ORIGINAL GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;1.Read the Bible- I found a chart that shows you how to read the Good Book in a year! I've already slipped up but I had to play catch up. I can't play around with the man upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Volunteer- When I lived in DC I always tutored kids in reading and math. I coached track and field Special Olympics! Since moving to NYC I haven't participated in any of this..*sigh* I have my interview next week for BigBro BigSis, I also want to find a program where I check on elderly people once a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Lose 10 lbs- this isn't really necessary but I just feel like I need to drop these 10. I've put on 10 in the last year. Most of it is muscle but I feel like it's a little too heavy for me! All my weight goes to my booty. My stomach is flat as hell! LOL! I guess I shouldn't complain. Some chicks would die for ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Tithe more- I do tithe but it's not as much as I should be giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Take a career development class. I am terrified to speak in front of people! I need Toastmasters...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Decide if I'm going to apply to Business School. Lawd this is HUGE! If I do this I'm going to the full time program and will quit my job! In my head I know I can do this. I have no bills but basics. Gas, electric, phone. But I will have to dip into my savings and I don't want to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Buy a flat screen- LOL! I know this shouldn't be a goal but I hate spending money on electronics! I'm buying one next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Run at least 3 5K's. Possibly one 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Blog at a minimum of three times a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6271032158728375364?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6271032158728375364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6271032158728375364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6271032158728375364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6271032158728375364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/mid-year-review-on-goals.html' title='Mid Year Review on Goals'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4268036641261901580</id><published>2009-07-07T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:11:52.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've been gone for a minute</title><content type='html'>I've neglected this blog for a few weeks now. I have all these ideas for post I swear but am just too lazy to write them all out!  Since it's been a minute I'm just going to go off the top with some thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial for Michael Jackson was beautiful! I'm not a huge fan of Al Sharpton but damn he PREACHED today! It was quite funny to me that none of the "others" at my job understood what he was saying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ's daughter Paris speaking...absolutely heartbreaking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Quincy Jones? Of all the people I definitely thought he should have been there! Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin resigned. Good riddance you dumb bytch! You quit on your state after only two years and you think you were good enough to be 2nd in command! Keep thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Sanford for real? Your mistress is your "soul mate" But who's really gangsta is his wife, Jenny! Her comments have been classic! "We reached a point where I felt it was important to look my sons in the eyes and maintain my dignity, self-respect and my basic sense of right and wrong," Sanford said in her statement. "I therefore asked my husband to leave two weeks ago." I really like this statement because she wasn't like all the other political wives standing behind their lying, cheating spouse! She put her  and her son's first! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Lauryn London really pregnant by Lil Wayne? I shudder at the thought of seeing him nude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Whitlock why don't you sit your fat ass down somewhere! Your comments about Serena Williams were out of line! How are you going to say something about someone's weight and you're walking around looking like Fat Albert's brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Steve McNair! The damn jumpoff was a waitress at Dave and Buster's. Where you took your kids? Don't shit and play in the same place if you're going to dirt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to "Black in America Part 2" I didn't think Soledad did that great of a job! Last year she barely commented on the black middle class! Not every black person is dirt poor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even give myself a birthday blog! So in typical me fashion.....late as hell! Happy Belated Birthday to me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't nothing strange about your daddy it was strange with what your daddy had to deal with" Al Sharpton ( Loves it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4268036641261901580?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4268036641261901580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4268036641261901580&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4268036641261901580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4268036641261901580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-gone-for-minute.html' title='I&apos;ve been gone for a minute'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7787915690584784327</id><published>2009-06-26T12:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:19:57.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SkUCwPk2GZI/AAAAAAAAA1U/a4zXdrdYIvc/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SkUCwPk2GZI/AAAAAAAAA1U/a4zXdrdYIvc/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351686760037751186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling some kind of way right now. This is the firs time that a celeb has passed away that I've felt like someone punched me in my gut. Yeah I was sad about Biggie and Pac but not like this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want about Mike but he IS a legend. I remember being in 6th grade and having a debate about who was better Michael Jackson or VanHalen(yes I went to school with mostly white kids...matter of fact there was only one other black kid in my class).Anyway I fought so hard for Mike like he was family and NO ONE could disrespect him! At the end of the day I won the debate. How many times can you count that you'd run home to watch a world premire with your entire family! The only time I can remember is when anything from Mike was coming on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my facebook a lot of people commented that I was the one who got them to like Mike or that they remember me having the life size poster of Mike in the yellow vest hanging on my wall along with the life sized poster of Michael Jordan. It's funny what people remember. So many people have emailed or called me to tell me funny stories about my Michael Jackson obsession. My friend Gina said she remembers me going to the mall with her when she bought her first MJ poster and all the rings, pins and magazines I had. Three people called my parents house to get my number so they could talk to me. I haven't spoke to any of these people since highschool. My best friend who still lives in the town I grew up in went out to dinner last night and three people from HS came up to her and asked how I was doing. My sister who is eight years older than me called me in tears yesterday. Just Friday me,my sis and my 14year old nephew drove from here to Baltimore and my nephew asked me if I had any MJ. I just bought the 25th anniversary too! So we bumped it from start to finish and my nephew knew damn near all the songs and he's only 14! It just goes to show how his music crossed over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some mourning the loss of someone you never met seems strange but to me this is a piece of my childhood that has died.You never know how someone will impact your life. Michael represented a part of my youth that was innocent and fun! It makes me think of being a little kid(like 3-4) and seeing my brother and sister dancing to him. I'm thankful that my mom stood in line and got me damn near front row tickets to the Jackson Victory Tour! Plus she fed into my obession by buying me EVERYTHING Michael!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Michael! You will truly be missed and thank you for providing me with endless songs to dance to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7787915690584784327?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7787915690584784327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7787915690584784327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7787915690584784327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7787915690584784327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mike.html' title='R.I.P Mike'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SkUCwPk2GZI/AAAAAAAAA1U/a4zXdrdYIvc/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5466617707500434248</id><published>2009-06-19T09:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:17:43.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm a slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjuOdEHZFxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/V9lnZ6_YFYA/s1600-h/slacker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjuOdEHZFxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/V9lnZ6_YFYA/s320/slacker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025612404692754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slacked all week on blogging! I thought I'd do better because I was on a roll of blogging three times a week! But I failed miserably! I have my reasons though. I've been trying to plan this birthday party I'm throwing for myself and my sister and nephew flew in on Wednesday and I had some MAJOR cleaning to do! But I promise I'll do better. Next week is my birthday week so I'm going to try and post at least 4 times! Pray for me y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note* My 14 year old nephew, Darian told me yesterday how much he loved me and this has been the best trip! Ahh the little things that make you smile! Have a good weekend everyone. I'm off to Baltimore and DC to meet the rest of the fam for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5466617707500434248?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5466617707500434248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5466617707500434248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5466617707500434248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5466617707500434248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-im-slacker.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjuOdEHZFxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/V9lnZ6_YFYA/s72-c/slacker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6128871798210705077</id><published>2009-06-11T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:54:24.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>What the hell Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjFV_J8p3lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/z5ei3n0rK10/s1600-h/wth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjFV_J8p3lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/z5ei3n0rK10/s320/wth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346148776155930194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just going to be a bunch of what the hell or why the hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on in the NYS Senate. A coup for real? Is it that bad that two Dems deflected and went with the Republicans and now there's a lock out at the state capitol. C'mon NY we gotta do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.O.A- Death of Autotone. I don't like the song because I'm not feeling the beat! Although I do like what Jay is saying but damn you nappy why couldn't you get Pharell or Dre to produce the beat! But I agree with your ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Laura Ling and Euna Lee. They were sentenced to 12 years hard labor in North Korea for essentially doing their job! They were arrested in March while they were working on a story about trafficking of North Korean women across the Chinese border! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy women from Oregon cut open a women and took her baby. Needless to say both the baby and woman died? Damn is is that real? Go find a man and get on it! Murder??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A high school football coach and another man killed a cocaine dealer to avoid paying a debt, dismembered his body and then proceeded to cook his ass! All because they didn't want to pay THEIR 70k debt! Again.....is it that real? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P David Carradine. What was really going on in that hotel room? Dude was 70 years old and found hanging with his nutz tied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P to the people who died in the explosion at the Slim Jim plant. I really hope they weren't around where they make them because I really like the Tabasco ones! I guess it wouldn't really matter if I was to nibble on a little human since I have no idea what's in those beyatches anyway! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the new Denzel and Travolta movie "Pelham 123" is very good. I didn't realize it was a remake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday month and I'm throwing myself a fabulous Old School hip hop party on June 27th. If y'all are in BK come by! My actual bday is June 28th so I'm going to whoop it in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that itch to move again. I'm tryin to repress it but it's not working! I don't usually stay in once city for more than 4 years and I'm hitting that 4 year marker! Ohh what to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told today that in a few years I will need reading glasses. Oh word it's like that! I'm not going down without a fight! I've had 20/20 vision forever and today I was told my vision is 20/25! Y'all know I cried and called the Teacher and he thought something was really wrong and was going to leave his bad ass middle school kids until I told him why I was whining and crying! He said "Bye Chelle" LMBAO! Whe that boy thinks I'm a nut and still stays for more of the show! Hehhehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I walk past a group of about 8 boys. They can't be more than 21. One of them says "Hi Miss Lady" everyday and I always say "hi" back. Yesterday after he said it one of the other boys said "who's that" He said "I don't know her but SHE'S my lady." Ahahhaha! I got a chuckle out of that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P to Stephen Johns. He's the guard that was killed at the Holocaust Museum in DC yesterday by the 88 year old white supremacist. He thought he was holding the door open for an elderly man but it ended up being a cold blooded murderer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least: WHAT THE F&amp;*k is going on with all this dayum rain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on random in your world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6128871798210705077?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6128871798210705077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6128871798210705077&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6128871798210705077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6128871798210705077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-hell-thursday.html' title='What the hell Thursday'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SjFV_J8p3lI/AAAAAAAAA1E/z5ei3n0rK10/s72-c/wth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-9141717475960392449</id><published>2009-06-04T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:15:29.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sih_QM36MsI/AAAAAAAAA08/X3OhwzAnSRo/s1600-h/Black_Love_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sih_QM36MsI/AAAAAAAAA08/X3OhwzAnSRo/s320/Black_Love_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343660874185454274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about y'all but when I hear the Musiq song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; it really makes me think. The way he speaks about this woman is the way I think most women would want their man to feel about them. This song is absolutely beautiful to me! It takes me back to a time in my life where I had the type of love he's singing about. I can't wait till I experience love like this again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I blame this on The Jaded Nyer she has all of us getting soft! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Beautiful lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;You're my baby&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my lady&lt;br /&gt;All night you make me&lt;br /&gt;Want you it drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you &lt;br /&gt;Were made just for me babe &lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it just feels so right&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna waste no time &lt;br /&gt;If I had to choose I know&lt;br /&gt;Im gon always choose to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz girl don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Girl don’t You know you're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give all my love to you girl&lt;br /&gt;Not just tonight but the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be always here by your side&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here &lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how much I miss you &lt;br /&gt;The whole time on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is how much Im gonna get to make&lt;br /&gt;You feel so good like you know I could&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it just feels so right&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna waste no time &lt;br /&gt;Girl if I had to choose I know&lt;br /&gt;Im gon always choose to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz girl don’t you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-9141717475960392449?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/9141717475960392449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=9141717475960392449&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9141717475960392449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/9141717475960392449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sih_QM36MsI/AAAAAAAAA08/X3OhwzAnSRo/s72-c/Black_Love_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1013068312974620792</id><published>2009-05-29T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:39:24.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacks'/><title type='text'>Do y'all know this man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SiBDLNa2bDI/AAAAAAAAA00/PoNxlwHyOIo/s1600-h/Desmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SiBDLNa2bDI/AAAAAAAAA00/PoNxlwHyOIo/s320/Desmond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341343017921309746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if so you better be careful! His name is Desmond Hatchett, 29 and he's from Knoxville, Tenn. Apparently old boy has fathered at least 21 children. He has a minimum wage job and can't support them all so this is where the state has to interject! The children range in age from newborn to 11. There are at least 11 baby mamas(possibly more)! I mean dayum what the eff is really going on? I guess every chick he has sex with he goes in raw dog? What the hell is wrong with these chicks? You don't let a man run up in you raw? This fool told VolunteerTV that "he had four kids in one year, TWICE!" On Friday his name appeared on the court docket &lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; times, representing about 15 of the 21 children! He claims he knows all the kids names and birthdays! Damn this dude has 4 basketball teams with a sub! &lt;br /&gt;The state is only allowed to take 50% of his check and apparently he only makes about $400/week! Some of these women have multiple children by him and they KNEW of his large family! At this point these broads are just stupid! If you knew he had a damn army why would you spread your legs and let him have sex with NO CONDOM! Man, that D must be THE TRUTH! The mothers are supposed to get anywhere from $25-$309 but when his paycheck is garnished among them all some women only get $1.98! WTF do you do with $2 damn dollars! &lt;br /&gt;I think he's a FOOL but these women have to take some of the responsibility as well! I mean this makes NO damn sense! C'mon people we can do better than this tomfoolery! Imagine if him and Octomom got together! She would be like I love sperm in me to have babies and he would say I love to give sperm to make babies! Dayum fools!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1013068312974620792?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1013068312974620792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1013068312974620792&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1013068312974620792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1013068312974620792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-yall-know-this-man.html' title='Do y&apos;all know this man'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SiBDLNa2bDI/AAAAAAAAA00/PoNxlwHyOIo/s72-c/Desmond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2660294184016328211</id><published>2009-05-28T11:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:36:38.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Others'/><title type='text'>So the others are still doing this ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sh6sfLkV1nI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RSkaDm7uUZM/s1600-h/tdy_morales_fakeabduction_090528.300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sh6sfLkV1nI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RSkaDm7uUZM/s320/tdy_morales_fakeabduction_090528.300w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340895859789125234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw this story on the Today Show yesterday I knew it was BULLSH!T! But yet it makes national news because a white lady and her daughter were supposedly abducted from the suburbs by guess who.... TWO BLACK MEN! GTFOH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to police reports she called 911 and said these two men rear ended her truck and snatched her and her daughter and threw them in the trunk! Word lady? I would think that they would just throw your ass out of the truck and steal the damn thing!Why the eff would they want you and your kid and NOT take the mothereffin truck? Why did the police locate the cell signal 25 miles away from where she said the accident was. Later on they found her truck with NO DAMAGE! Upon further investigation they found this beyatch at Disneyworld! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the prosecutor of Bucks County Pa is going to prosecute this beyatch to the fullest extent of the law! Thank goodness that the police did not pull over and question any black men driving Cadillacs because Lord knows they'd still be questioning them now! But shit irks the hell out of me to the point I can barely put it into words! This supposedly helpless white lady is abducted by the bigh black men this isn't the first time this shit has happended and unfortunately it won't be the last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2660294184016328211?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2660294184016328211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2660294184016328211&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2660294184016328211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2660294184016328211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-others-are-still-doing-this-ish.html' title='So the others are still doing this ish'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sh6sfLkV1nI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RSkaDm7uUZM/s72-c/tdy_morales_fakeabduction_090528.300w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7845631442216795947</id><published>2009-05-26T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:50:57.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supreme Court'/><title type='text'>Congratulations Sonia Sotomayor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Shw-jlLB6bI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UCg4Kry2djI/s1600-h/sonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Shw-jlLB6bI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UCg4Kry2djI/s320/sonia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340212039149283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Sonia for being nominated for the United States Supreme Court. She would be the first Latin on the bench and only the third woman. With this selection the court will start to better reflect the diversity of America. She will bring more judicial experience than any justice confirmed in the past 70 years. It also gives this administration an opportunity to appoint another(hopefully minority) to the Second Court of Appeals! So this is a win win situation for the Dems! Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a party animal but I LOVE politics! One of my degrees is in Political Science with a concentration on the Supereme Court and American Presidency! So this type of stuff pumps me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7845631442216795947?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7845631442216795947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7845631442216795947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7845631442216795947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7845631442216795947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations-sonia-sotamayor.html' title='Congratulations Sonia Sotomayor'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Shw-jlLB6bI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UCg4Kry2djI/s72-c/sonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7488497856900087028</id><published>2009-05-20T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:15:02.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Blogaversary to Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ShTFz3iE-aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0wRdIOLPv4g/s1600-h/happy+anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ShTFz3iE-aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0wRdIOLPv4g/s320/happy+anniversary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338108953211763106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I missed my own anniversary by two days! LOL! I was hoping to have at least 100 post by now but it didn't happen! Hell I don't even have 50! I started blogging when I really needed to vent some issues I was having. The issues are much better now! But I like to blog even though I don't do it that often. I have about 25 stories as drafts...lol! I'm really going to make a conscious effort to blog more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I decided to blog because by doing this I've met some great people! So happy blogaversary to me!! Yaaaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7488497856900087028?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7488497856900087028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7488497856900087028&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7488497856900087028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7488497856900087028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-blogaversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Blogaversary to Me!!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ShTFz3iE-aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0wRdIOLPv4g/s72-c/happy+anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5886668278868743545</id><published>2009-05-13T13:29:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:11:53.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><title type='text'>Why I love Brooklyn AND the Brooklyn men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsMU2NDlNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/x6wRvJ0BNLQ/s1600-h/brooklyn-bridge-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsMU2NDlNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/x6wRvJ0BNLQ/s320/brooklyn-bridge-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335371735837676754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a love affair with Brooklyn. The first time I came here I was 6 mos. old.  We came to visit my dad's sisters. All five of his sisters used to reside here. Me and my two cousins were the only ones raised upstate. So, we came a lot to see the family. Our parents would let us stay here for two weeks every summer. My mom told me it was because she wanted me around more black kids...lol! I learned how to fight here, play streetball,jump turnstiles(lol),doubledutch and countless other things! I've always loved it here! I liked the grittiness,the hustle and style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to come to college here but my mom axed that real quick! I wanted to go to NYU just like she did but she felt like I would wild out and waste my parents 30k/year tuition! Thinking about it she was probably right! Ha! At any rate even when I got to school. I always dated men from BK. I don't know, it was something about the style,how they walked,the sexiness and the confidence they exuded! "I'm from Bed-Stuy son!" I loved it! Now don't get me wrong. I've dated dudes from the West coast,South(hell I was going to marry a dude from the south)Mid-Atlantic states but there's something about a Brooklyn boy! I've dated dudes from Queens,Harlem and the Bronx! NOPE! They were lacking something! LOL! My favorite Brooklyn Boy is "The Teacher" I think that boy is do dayum sexy. I could eat him up! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this post was supposed to be about how I love Brooklyn because there are always street fairs and block parties! I don't know how it turned into men...lol! Lawd I crack myself up! This weekend I was chillin at Habana Outpost with my girl for her bday. Habana was having a little block party. Carousel, clowns etc set up for the kids. DJ spinnin' old school hip hop.Then my boy was like you staying for KRS-ONE? WHAT? Hold up? KRS-ONE is going to perform? He was like yeah in like 10 min! Maaan, say word? Next thing you know KRS-ONE jumped on stage and rocked it for about 30min! He did "My Philosophy","Mc's Act Like they Don't Know", "Black Cop" and some freestyle shyt! It was hot! That's another reason why I love livin' in BK! The culture,diversity and the flyness! Here's some pics of KRS-ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsMc0eGO3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/NBQJyvfrmW8/s1600-h/KRS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsMc0eGO3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/NBQJyvfrmW8/s320/KRS1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335371872811236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsM_FgyrSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AyFilCwRsiI/s1600-h/Krs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsM_FgyrSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AyFilCwRsiI/s320/Krs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335372461501492514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5886668278868743545?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5886668278868743545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5886668278868743545&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5886668278868743545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5886668278868743545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-love-brooklyn-and-brooklyn-men.html' title='Why I love Brooklyn AND the Brooklyn men'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgsMU2NDlNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/x6wRvJ0BNLQ/s72-c/brooklyn-bridge-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6747399574244983358</id><published>2009-05-08T07:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:46:08.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgQWUOZ8fdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/xhGfbhIWKkE/s1600-h/Statue_of_Liberty_2691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgQWUOZ8fdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/xhGfbhIWKkE/s320/Statue_of_Liberty_2691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333412395433622994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys haven't heard the announcement. President Obama and his administration have decided to open up the crown of the Statute of Liberty! Beginning on July 4 we will be able to walk up to the crown. The crown has been off limits to visitors since the 2001 terrorist attacks. The Department of Interior said it was time for the public to be able to walk up and  view this magnificent city! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this because I haven't been to the top of the crown since I was 16-17 years old. Every year me and my dad would come to NYC to visit his five sisters and he and I would take in a Yankee game, go to the top the World Trade Center and then go to the Statue of Liberty. I'm sure he got tired of doing it but never said a thing.....lol! But the one thing we both agreed on was the view from the Statue of Liberty is breathtaking! I think people who live in major cities forget to take in all they have to offer! When I lived in DC, I went to all the museums, monuments etc. The sad thing is I met people who were from DC who had never been to the Lincoln Memorial! That's sad to me because there's so much history that people miss out on. And I'm sure it's the same with living in NYC.  The Teacher told me he took some of his students ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza and some of them had never been there or heard of it. These kids are in middle school! That is so sad to me. We live in the best city in the world and many of us who live here don't take full advantage of what it has to offer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you live, make sure you take in the sites and culture of  your city! Expose yourself and children! If you get a chance to visit the Big Apple. Please make sure you visit Lady Liberty! She is an impressive piece of work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6747399574244983358?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6747399574244983358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6747399574244983358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6747399574244983358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6747399574244983358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgQWUOZ8fdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/xhGfbhIWKkE/s72-c/Statue_of_Liberty_2691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2580759363090771274</id><published>2009-05-05T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:32:04.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>NYPD Got Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgCOGWmmNWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mj8D6DGpuMo/s1600-h/tow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgCOGWmmNWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mj8D6DGpuMo/s320/tow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332418198604494178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the wonderful people who sport blue got me yesterday! They said I was parked in a school zone. Well, I've been living here for almost 2 years and park there ALL the damn time. But don't worry blog fam...I WILL GET MY MONEY BACK! I was parked behind the sign that said NO PARKING FROM 7-4 ON SCHOOL DAYS! I took pictures...booyah! But I still had to pay the $185 to get my shyt out of the pound! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about how the wonderful city employees work(sorry if anyone works for the city but this is what I observed). Last night at 7:30 I came to the sad realization that my baby was towed. I came in my house and hopped on the MAC and went straight to NYC.gov put in my license plate number and just as I had suspected...Totti was in custody. So, I called the number that was for Brooklyn tows and guess what NO ONE answers. I called Manhattan and of course they said the place should be open till 8:30. So, she tried to call and she gave me three other numbers to call and guess what...yep you guessed No ONE answered the mothereffin phone! So, Totti had to stay in an unfamiliar place last night. Something told me to get my azz up early and head to the Navy Yard(that's where they hold the cars). I took the train to the closest station. *sigh* Why was it a 18min brisk walk in the effin rain! By the time I got there my legs were wet and I was in no mood. The first thing I asked the lady was what time they close during the week she told me 9:00pm. Y'all I wanted to bust through the glass and choke the shyt out of the beyatch. I said really because I started calling at 7:30 and NO ONE answered. She said I don't know. Yeah beyatch you don't know because you lazy mothereffers didn't want to do shyt! Needless to say I didn't act an effin fool but I damn sure wanted to but figured I'd have to pay bail on top of towing fees! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving off the lot my favorite teacher called me to make sure he didn't have to come and get me...lol! After I got off the phone with him I tried to text and guess what...I couldn't! Arrrr! The damn phone has a malfunction so I can't text or call out. Thank goodness I have voice dial! My last 24 hrs have been pretty shytty! Nothing a few Margaritas can't cure! I'm on my way to meet Eb the Celeb, Jaded Nyer and F_Uitlist for a few cocktails for Cinco de Mayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shytty thing happended yesterday too. I will blog about that Thursday. This beyatch tried to come out her face at work and she quickly learned who she was dealing with! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.....that's not my Honda minivan being towed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2580759363090771274?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2580759363090771274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2580759363090771274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2580759363090771274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2580759363090771274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/nypd-got-me.html' title='NYPD Got Me!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SgCOGWmmNWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mj8D6DGpuMo/s72-c/tow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7858817017557050584</id><published>2009-04-23T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:18:11.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Twister</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Duane Reade(which is like Rite-Aid or CVS)and I was waiting on my prescription and happend to look to the right. I saw about 6 shelves filled with different condoms but one caught my eye. The Magnum Twisters(I would post a pic but the site is blocked...I'm at work). I don't know why I found this to be so funny but Magnum Twisters seriously had me cracking the hell up! Rippled on the tip. Hmmm does that really make a difference? The box was black and the picture of the "Twister" was bright green! I don't know if I would go running to purchase the bright green twister! No thanks, I just stick to regular Magnums! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7858817017557050584?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7858817017557050584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7858817017557050584&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7858817017557050584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7858817017557050584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/twister.html' title='Twister'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5223338301391571057</id><published>2009-04-20T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:08:09.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Too tired to learn</title><content type='html'>I've neglected this blog! I try but I get so caught up with other stuff going on that this shyt falls by the wayside! Once again I'm really going to try! This weekend was crazy. I got home Sunday morning at 8am! Who the hell does that! Me and TheJadedNYer do it! Every time I go out with her I don't get in to the wee hours of the morning! I'm not complaining because we always have a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have so many ideas for a post but I'll stick with this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I don't have any children but I would like two one day. But if I had kiddies I would do anything for them. I figure the moment you decide to bring a child into the world then you do what you have to for them to have the best opportunities especially academically. I have a coworker/friend who has a 13 year old son. He's a nice kid,polite,quiet etc. He's almost nerdy/cornballish. Lawd forgive me I know that's not nice to talk about a child but I'm jus sayin! Anyway the kid is having problems with reading comprehension. So, he's having trouble in history and reading because he can't comprehend the essay questions. So, coworker decided to send him to Sylvan for help. He's been going on Mon-Wed-Sat for one hour each day. Can someone explain to me why the boy only goes now on Saturdays for 3 hours! Why you ask? Because she said she was tired when she came home from work and didn't feel like driving him to Sylvan. WHAT? Are you serious? She leaves at 5 takes a quick train ride then the express bus to Jersey she's home before 6! AND YOU'RE TOO DAMN TIRED TO TAKE YOUR KID TO SYLVAN! So you make the boy go for 3 damn hours on a Saturday. All because you're too tired to drive 15min oh yeah and you want to go to the gym! GTFOH! I have a lot of friends that have children some are single moms,most have husbands. But what they ALL have in common is they do ANYTHING for their children especially if has to do with academics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at my parents and realized that they did EVERYTHING for me where academics and sports was concerned. I was involved in so many activities. I know that it couldn't have been easy on my parents timewise but they made it happen. I wanted to run for a specific track club  and had to be driven an hour there, practice for two hours and be driven an hour home! This went on all summer. I went to at least 2 basketball camps,2 track camps and a soccer camp in the summer all while going to summer school so I would always be ahead.  I can just imagine if I needed extra help in a subject what they would do. In 10th grade I was doing horrible in math. My mom hired a tutor immeadiately for two days a week. I look at my sister and she drives my nephew an hour each way to golf lessons.  As I stated earlier. I can't imagine not going out of my way for my child especially if it had to with academics. Damn if you paid the $2000 to send him to Sylvan. Why on earth wouldn't you send him the three days a week like you used to. If he has problems with reading comprehension do you really think he's going to retain everything in one three hour setting per week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this lady talks to me it irks the hell out of me to hear her say this shyt to me! I never say a word I just listen because I know people get very defensive about their children.  I do know the moment I have a child. I will do anything to make sure their life is better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5223338301391571057?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5223338301391571057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5223338301391571057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5223338301391571057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5223338301391571057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-tired-to-learn.html' title='Too tired to learn'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-297020183865403169</id><published>2009-04-14T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:03:01.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Feeling some kind of way</title><content type='html'>So some of you may know that I have an on off love affair with the Teacher. For those of you that are new. I give a brief recap of our relationship! He and I are very compatible on so many levels but he has some fears and issues he needs to work on in order for our relationship to be successful. He's an all around good dude, doesn't cheat, lie, rarely goes out or drinks.One of our main problem is he thinks that I have a smart azz mouth...which I do but I do try and work on it. And it irks the hell out of him but when he does shyt that makes NO sense to me I call him on it and sometime he sees it as me being a know it all. Also his family is soo emotionally draining on him that it leaves NO room for anything else. He's the youngest by 8 yrs and he acts like he's the oldest. His siblings act like they're helpless and can't do shyt! He feels an obligation to them because his mom passed away when he was 11 and his sister raised him but damn she's now 43 and she's a mess! Good job, NO money,drug addicted husband,22 year old daughter living in her house with her 2yro and her own 6yro daughter. The sister blames EVERYTHING on the husband but does NOTHING to try and make her life better! If I wrote everything y'all would tell me to just write a short story because that's what the eff it is! Anyway, The Teacher grew up in a very rough part of BK and never got in trouble earned a full basketball scholarship to Arizona State. He had a few tryouts with the Hawks and Jazz but through the physical examination found out he has a degenerative hip disorder so since his NBA dreams were smashed he went and played overseas for a few years and then came back when the hip problem became to bad to play! So that's why he's a teacher. But he loves it and is almost finished with his Master's in Education. I know I'm all over the place..lol! We took a big break last year and I went out with a couple other people but I always had the Teacher on my mind! We speak EVERYDAY. He is the first person I speak to in the morning and last one at night! He does anything thing for me and I do the same for him. We had a discussion and we both want to get back together but I think we're both unsure. He has abandonment issues due to his mom dying when he was so young and since he's so nice the last girl did a number on him. I hope I'm not making him sound like a punk because he's not! Far from it. He actually checks the hell out of me! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the reason I'm feeling some kind of way is. The Teacher has always wanted to coach at a collegiate level but he wanted to finish his Master's first. So, the first day of the NCAA tournament he's watching Texas Tech play on tv and sees his old assistant coach on the bench. He freaks out because he lost contact with him, so he goes on Texas Tech's website and finds him and sends him an email. Well dude responds saying how he's an assistant coach there blah blah blah. Fast forward to last Wednesday. Coach calls Teacher at 10:30am asking him if it's possible for him to get on a 9:30pm flight to interview Thursday morning at 9am with the head coach(who happens to be Bobby Knight's son). The Teacher calls me and tells me that he can't come out with me on Thursday because of this! I'm screaming into the phone. I'm so excited for him!! Because I know that this is a great opportunity for him! But when reality set in. I felt so sad because I know there's a possibility of him leaving! We've discussed how I wanted to leave NYC next year. While I love living here I can't afford to buy shyt but my damn apt. I grew up in a house and when I left Houston to come here I was living in a 5br 3000sq ft house! *sigh* Anyway it was always known that I was rolling in 2010 but now he might leave. I feel some kind of way! I think because the last two months we have really been putting in effort with each other! So, the interview went well and he finds out Friday if he will be part of Texas Tech's bball team! We haven't discussed this but I can tell that it has hit him the way it's hitting me! I know whatever happens happens. If we're supposed to be then we will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post was all over the place but that's how I feel right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-297020183865403169?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/297020183865403169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=297020183865403169&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/297020183865403169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/297020183865403169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-some-kind-of-way.html' title='Feeling some kind of way'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2899767254256884394</id><published>2009-04-05T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:46:51.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bleed Carolina blue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sdl7EKeHNwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XYRvE4B2Y1k/s1600-h/311-WH~University-of-North-Carolina-UNC-Tar-Heels-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sdl7EKeHNwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XYRvE4B2Y1k/s320/311-WH~University-of-North-Carolina-UNC-Tar-Heels-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321419746175301378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a post for tomorrow but since my beloved Tarheels are playing for the national championship against Michigan State.  All I have to say is "LET'S GO HEELS!" For those of you who are my facebook friends. If by some crazy chance the Tarheels lose consciousness tomorrow and *gulp* lose. My boy has photo shopped a picture of me in a MSU tee with a MSU background and I must have that as my profile picture all day Tuesday!  Honestly I will be violently sick if by some chance that happens! So let me wash all the negative vibes away! Go UNC! Whip MSU's AZZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2899767254256884394?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2899767254256884394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2899767254256884394&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2899767254256884394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2899767254256884394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-bleed-carolina-blue.html' title='I bleed Carolina blue!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/Sdl7EKeHNwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XYRvE4B2Y1k/s72-c/311-WH~University-of-North-Carolina-UNC-Tar-Heels-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1621047145665153473</id><published>2009-03-30T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:20:09.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got a Question for you</title><content type='html'>How do you get rid of a friend who's still in your same social circle? For the past 18 mos. I've kicked it with this chick a lot but I realize she gets on my damn nerves! At first I was like hmmm maybe she just likes to run her mouth but now I'm like this chick gets on my damn nerves. A few people in the group said she came to them and said she sensed I was pulling away from her but she doesn't know why. I'm not that hard to get along with. I don't like typical chick shit with the cattiness,drama. I just want to go get some drinks and hang with my people. But damn if EVERY time you tell a story she has done what your are talking about or has some other absurd story to top it! I've had people who just met her ask me the same question. The other night I called her on her shyt. I just flat out said "you're lying!" She said some of the most absurd off the wall shit. Even my friends husband gave a side-eye! And he's the nicest man in the world. I feel like she is trying to compete with me and others. A few examples: she was talking about having student loans. I stayed quiet. Why? Because I don't have any! Then she turns around and says to me "You would have some if your school was more expensive." I said "oh really? Now you in my parent's pockets?" I told her"Trick I don't care if I went to Harvard, my parents set it up so we would NOT have loans." I think that shit is complete hatin! Then she constantly talks about her luxury car and how she's not driving because the upkeep on her car is more! What? I would rather drive on the highway then to drive the bumpy ass,pothole infested streets of NYC! Then she says why don't you drive your car it's paid for. Beyatch I don't care if I still had a car payment if I had to drive somewhere then my black ass would drive! YOU buy a car to drive the beyatch! Not to just stare at it! I don't care if it's a fricken Pinto,Cutlass or a Mercedes! These are just two examples I'm giving. But the other day's foolwang really took the cake for me. A friend had a party and everyone brought stuff,bottles,food etc. Why did this chick take her rum,cheese and cracker platter and shrimp cocktail at the end of the night. Last I checked you leave your shit for the hostess! There was maybe a 1/4 cup of rum,6 shrimp and a few pieces of cheese/crackers. Someone had asked if they could take the 6 shrimp left. The lady had the shrimp on a plate and went to get foil. Shrimp snatcher comes and puts her hands in the plant. Another woman said "X is taking those." SS said,"So, I brought them and proceeded to put them in a zip lock bag. Everyone was stunned that she was so adamant about taking HER stuff. To me that shows NO home training and NO class! This chick packed TWO big ass plates with 5 Seafood cakes,5 pieces of fish,5 pieces of chicken and a ton of other things! The hostess told me that she didn't even get a piece of fish or seafood cakes cause this chick was eating them all and had the nerve to take them all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? I can give a few more examples but thought you'd get the picture from the ones I stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1621047145665153473?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1621047145665153473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1621047145665153473&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1621047145665153473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1621047145665153473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-question-for-you.html' title='I Got a Question for you'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1967177842819502055</id><published>2009-03-19T18:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:53:33.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March Madness'/><title type='text'>That time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ScLKL51r0tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oish2Mr4hgw/s1600-h/sick+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ScLKL51r0tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oish2Mr4hgw/s320/sick+man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315032816103969490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year. Yep, sick time. I've been sick as shyt all week. I haven't felt this bad in a minute! I woke up at 1am drenched in my own sweat. My clothes, sheets and comforter! Blahhh! I hate feeling like this! Plus I'm rarely sick!  But it I couldn't have picked a better time of year! Yeah baby, it 's MARCH MADNESS! Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE COLLEGE BASKETBALL! I LOVE THE TARHEELS! So, even though I feel like shyt. I was able to stay home, watch basketball and check my brackets ALL DAY!!! And I love it!&lt;br /&gt;GO HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ScLK3-dInmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tGf4bPexmMI/s1600-h/unc-basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ScLK3-dInmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tGf4bPexmMI/s320/unc-basketball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315033573257420386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm sick. I had a pretty good day watching ball all day! Lawd if I was in my early 20's many of them dudes could get it...lmbao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1967177842819502055?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1967177842819502055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1967177842819502055&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1967177842819502055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1967177842819502055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of the year'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ScLKL51r0tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oish2Mr4hgw/s72-c/sick+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8261732369413292092</id><published>2009-03-06T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:07:09.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Friday Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>I was reading what C-Breezy allegedly did to Rihanna. I have some issues with how some of this went down. It said that she grabbed his cell phone with her left then he proceeded to grab her with his right hand and placed her in a headlock while he was still driving. Hmmm that's interesting C-Breeze obviously never met me. He's driving a car and manages to put me in a headlock! Yeah, ok. You must not know about me! I am NOT blaming this on Rihanna. I'm just finding it hard to grasp that she didn't get a few licks off! Eff that! I probably would have gotten effed up but do trust he would have had a few wounds on that azz too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a fiyah azz pencil skirt today with fishnets and purple shoes....LOL! That's real corporate! I don't give a dayum either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady I sit next to sings all dayum day. She actually has a decent voice but I don't want to hear it all day! Then they wonder why I have the BOSE headphones in boppin at my desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also thought it was ok to wear tight azz courdoroys,turtleneck and boots that looked like she was going to be in the wilderness in Alaska for 2 weeks! WTF? This is the same woman that rocks wife beaters in the summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a few pounds because I started running outside again plus I'm beginning training for a Dualathon(2mi. run,10mi bike,2mi run). I saw a friend of mine last Saturday and we were discussing my running and she said " I only run from danger" I told her "uhh you need to start running from the table!" Was that rude? LMBAO! She's a stay at home mom and looks sloppy and there's NO reason for it! Strap your 1 year old up and put that baby in the stroller and walk! This chick lives in the burbs in a nice development!Shyt I don't give a dayum if she lived in the pj's! NO EXCUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exiting the train the other day and saw two girls about 17 one was tall and thick. She was probably 5'10 and 180 the other was 5'6" slender build. The tall one was talking and said " I need a big d*ck, I'm a big chick so that means I NEED big d&amp;ck!" The other girl was quiet and said "I don't think I need big d&amp;ck." I'm wondering what the hell got this converstation started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Barecelona and Italy with my sister in September. This should be VERY interesting! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my NYC bloggers. I found two good azz restaurants! Victor's Cuban Cafe had black beans that made you want to drop kick your momma! Cafe Ronda is a Spanish restaurant and the Paella is FIYAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cowboys aren't my favorite team but I'm still mad at them for releasing TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACC tournment is this weekend and I CAN'T WAIT! My azz will be in the house all weekend watching MY TARHEELS dominate! I LOVE MARCH MADNESS! I'm getting my pool ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the big dayum deal about Michelle Obama wearing bare arms! I mean dayum she is just 45 and has fiyah azz arms! Laura and Barbara were plain and Barbara's azz was old! Shyt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to Tampa next week to see my homeboy. I can't wait! I need a break from this beyatch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I see the bigget Crocs store yesterday! This shyt was like the size of a big azz Old Navy. Dayum I didn't know Crocs was rocking like that! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher has been on radio silence for a few days! I told him. I'm done talking to toddlers so when he wants to act like a man then holla at me! He hollared last night. I'm pretty indifferent about him right now. His family issues are OVERWHELMING! Maybe it's true that two people from such different backgrounds can't get it together! Ex: His sister went and bought a new living room set with her tax returns. Hmm don't you have a 6yro? Didn't you borrow close to 10K from your brother last year? Don't you have credit card debt? He told me that and I just sat there and he even said that was some ghetto azz shyt! I'm like I'm glad you said it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reconnected last night with one of bf's! We grew up together and kept in touch until 2007. He lost his cell phone and I tried to call him a few times and nothing. He told me he let work get in the way of all his relationships and he was sorry! I forgave his azz cause when I first moved to NYC I stayed with him for free and he really looked out for me. I told him I would let it slide and he wouldn't get cussed out however if it happens again. I will proceed to lace him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people find it so hard to believe that I don't have any student loans. People at work were talking about loans etc. I didn't contribute to the conversation and they said "Shell you paid off your loans?" I said "I never had any" Radio Silence. "Ohh you went on scholarhip?" Me,"No my parents paid." Then the slick remarks came. I said very politely but stern" My parents paid for all 4 of us to go to college and my brother went to an IVY! Why is that soo hard to comprehend? Then I get "Ohh your money must have been tight?" WHAT? I had to let that beyatch know I never wanted for shyt! I grew up in a nice 5 br,3bathroom house with a pool. I never worked in college just at my internships in the summer. My parents said our job was to get an education! What the f*ck is so hard! People get on my dayum nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really sad about the two NFL players and their friend lost at sea. RIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at the chick who called 911 over her chicken nuggets! But I would have been pissed too. I don't understand if she they didn't have anymore why they wouldn't refund her money. If that would have been me on an off day. Mickey D's would have been calling the cops on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment is at at 25 year high at 8.1%. This is a shame. I think it's going to get much worse before it gets better. Dow is down now 55.99%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is horrible. At the end of every month I look on Craigslist for deals because I know people have rent to pay! I got a Bose Sound dock for $175 they retail for $399! Shyt times are hard for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8261732369413292092?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8261732369413292092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8261732369413292092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8261732369413292092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8261732369413292092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-ramblings.html' title='Friday Ramblings..'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8383952662611871624</id><published>2009-02-24T16:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:44:42.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tickle</title><content type='html'>Lawd knows I love living in NYC especially since I get to see so many interesting things! So, this morning I'm on the train minding my business. I always get a seat on the train cause I come to work mad late(9:45). I hop on the train at 9:30 and for some reason it's packed so I stand by the door and read my paper. I look to my right and see this older black woman. I recognize her from my job.I don't know her but I know that we work for the same company and she works on one of the 52 floors that are in this building! Now this lady normally looks very well put together. Her hair and makeup always done nicely. She has Salt colored hair with a slight blue tint to it(I can tell because of the light on the train)but she always looks nice. Well, I guess today was her off day because "What in the dayum foolywang hotmess blue hair is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SaRo6nrdxcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XCEuZcHKOW4/s1600-h/Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SaRo6nrdxcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XCEuZcHKOW4/s320/Blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306481617242277314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closer and you will see she is rockin some sort of animal as a source of heat! "What in the chinchilla hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SaRphce_AwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XLZk3xMkwzQ/s1600-h/Blue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SaRphce_AwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XLZk3xMkwzQ/s320/Blue1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306482284252037890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawd y'all Obama is in office.....WE HAVE GOT TO DO BETTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8383952662611871624?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8383952662611871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8383952662611871624&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8383952662611871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8383952662611871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-tickle.html' title='Tuesday Tickle'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SaRo6nrdxcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XCEuZcHKOW4/s72-c/Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1277239384636134893</id><published>2009-02-16T22:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:35:27.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Couldn't tell you why...</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my two week hiatus! So long for blogging three times a week! I don't even know why I was taking a break. I had a ton of thoughts but never wrote them down! I've just been plain lazy! I get up, work out, go to work then come home. The only thing that I've put a ton of effort into lately is working out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was so uneventful. Friday I went to Tarjay. Friday evening is a great time to go there. It was empty as hell! I picked up a few things and headed home. I had a disagreement with the Teacher(what else is new). He told me that we couldn't go out for Valentine's Day because he was now going to the All-Star game in Phoenix. I wasn't mad because this boy LOVES basketball and he had a chance to go out for the weekend and see some old college friends(he went to Arizona State). I just got pissed because I feel like I was the last one he told when I should have been on top of the list! He was so pissed at me that he hung up the phone on me and he NEVER does that. Man, I was IRATE by now so I called him back. Of course he didn't answer so I left some lunatic message and called his ass again this time he picked up we had more words than I told him to shut the hell up because I wanted to say my side. He told me he had to get on his flight and so we hung up. I felt bad cause I didn't want him flying across the country and we're in an argument. I called him back but his phone was off so I left three long ass messages just telling him where I was with all this shyt He called me at 9am it was 6am in Phoenix and he told me that he understand what I said and he was wrong and how much he cares. That made me feel better but we still got A LOT to sort out! &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to work out and grocery shopping. By the way who the hell spends $200 at the store and lives alone....ME! Later on I went out to dinner with my girl then came home. Sunday I went to church and had my pajamas on by 1pm. Today I went to the gym and came home. This was a pretty chill, uneventful weekend and I loved just being home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1277239384636134893?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1277239384636134893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1277239384636134893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1277239384636134893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1277239384636134893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/02/couldnt-tell-you-why.html' title='Couldn&apos;t tell you why...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4614904824491777178</id><published>2009-01-29T15:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:04:20.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Life in NYC</title><content type='html'>So me and Eb went out a couple of weeks ago to SOB's! There was a man in there with his woman. They were dirty dancing and slobbing each other down all night! To the point where it was slightly pornographic! At one point they were standing right next to us and this is what I saw when I looked down! What in the snake skin hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SYIVP1w7kBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/E-a6KMAwxcE/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SYIVP1w7kBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/E-a6KMAwxcE/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296819473615654930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to meet Eb I encountered an older man on the train. He stumbled on with his White Castle bag and started munchin down on his food. He got to the fries and just fell the hell out! The white people next to him just kept looking like WTF.I don't think you can tell but there's a fry hanging on his lip. I laughed and proceeded to take a picture. This makes me NOT want to eat White Castle! I'm sure heroine helped him to this state! These are the days I love living in NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SYIYnqM33vI/AAAAAAAAAww/qSnHcR-4BD8/s1600-h/heroin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SYIYnqM33vI/AAAAAAAAAww/qSnHcR-4BD8/s320/heroin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296823181363371762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4614904824491777178?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4614904824491777178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4614904824491777178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4614904824491777178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4614904824491777178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-nyc.html' title='Life in NYC'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SYIVP1w7kBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/E-a6KMAwxcE/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6676282300794125177</id><published>2009-01-24T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:23:15.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Goals</title><content type='html'>I'm all late. But that's me! I said I was going to post my goals for 2009! I'm sure no one cares but I need to post them so I am accountable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Read the Bible-  I found a chart that shows you how to read the Good Book in a year! I've already slipped up but I had to play catch up. I can't play around with the man upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Volunteer- When I lived in DC I always tutored kids in reading and math. I coached track and field Special Olympics! Since moving to NYC I haven't participated in any of this..*sigh* I have my interview next week for BigBro BigSis, I also want to find a program where I check on elderly people once a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Lose 10 lbs- this isn't really necessary but I just feel like I need to drop these 10. I've put on 10 in the last year. Most of it is muscle but I feel like it's a little too heavy for me! All my weight goes to my booty. My stomach is flat as hell! LOL! I guess I shouldn't complain. Some chicks would die for ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Tithe more- I do tithe but it's not as much as I should be giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Take a career development class. I am terrified to speak in front of people! I need Toastmasters...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Decide if I'm going to apply to Business School. Lawd this is HUGE! If I do this I'm going to the full time program and will quit my job! In my head I know I can do this. I have no bills but basics. Gas, electric, phone. But I will have to dip into my savings and I don't want to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Buy a flat screen- LOL! I know this shouldn't be a goal but I hate spending money on electronics! I'm buying one next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Run at least 3 5K's. Possibly one 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Blog at a minimum of three times a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is it. I will give midyear updates! I will update this blog about the inauguration(which I attended) and my sister drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6676282300794125177?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6676282300794125177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6676282300794125177&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6676282300794125177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6676282300794125177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-goals.html' title='2009 Goals'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8505145253820090825</id><published>2009-01-15T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:39:39.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>For the love of God</title><content type='html'>I wrote another post but for now I need to go with this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the EFF is wrong with people? This morning I took the train in to work as usual. I get off on the Wall Street stop on the 2/3 train. I come upstairs and ahead of me there are two younger dudes an a old man with a cane. Well the door is heavy as hell. Sometimes you need to really pull and then hold it open. Y'all know that the one the dudes skips in front of the old man and opens in just enough for his body to slip thru! I thought I was going to run up to dude and drop kick his ass dead in the chest! WTF? Thank goodness the other dude held the door open for the old man and me! I swear where the f&amp;*k are you mothereffin manners?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8505145253820090825?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8505145253820090825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8505145253820090825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8505145253820090825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8505145253820090825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-love-of-god.html' title='For the love of God'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1425889691328975062</id><published>2008-12-31T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:05:41.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SVu0Z1r3z3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/vZn21qJHKZE/s1600-h/happy-new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SVu0Z1r3z3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/vZn21qJHKZE/s320/happy-new-year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286016943650230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year! I'm heading out tonight with Eb and Doll! Hopefully not too much foolery will happen! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for me has been an interesting year! I met a lot of great people through blogging! Work is work and I must get on my master plan to do something about this lack of enthusiasm for the JOB! Relationship with the The Teacher is much better but still not where it used to be! He gave me a crazy gift for Christmas but he also gave me the most beautiful card. He FINALLY expressed everything although he wrote it out it was still nice! There is still hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this year didn't go as planned. I learned a lot and met a ton of cool people! Kyle and E I look forward to meeting you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post my goals for 2009 tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1425889691328975062?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1425889691328975062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1425889691328975062&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1425889691328975062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1425889691328975062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR&apos;S!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SVu0Z1r3z3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/vZn21qJHKZE/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4889776081149901898</id><published>2008-12-22T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:12:03.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>The Balls of my feet</title><content type='html'>Geesh Louise! The damn balls of my feet still hurt. I guess that's what happens when you decide you want to look cute rockin 3.75 inches fiyah boots on Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my homegirls Christmas party at her bosses apartment. This apt was LAID. I was told it was worth about 2.5mil! The food and wine flowed until midnight. Then we went to some spot with some dude who was treated like a superstar. Superfast escort to the VIP section and 2 bottles of Goose immeadiately appeared. From there wen ventured to the meatpacking district to a place called 49 Groove. It was heavily populated with the others but the music was good! I walked out and jumped in a cab and brought my ass back to Brooklyn. It was also 4:15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got up at 10 and made it to bootcamp and went and got a fresh doobie for my fabulous night out with Eb,Jaded, F&amp;%K it, Dollface, Andrea and Charreah(did I spell her name right Eb?) LOL!  I would import pics but I have NO idea how to do it with this Mac! Since you can't right click and Save As with this bitch! Ugggg! Our night started at the $5 spot(topshelf) from 3-9 EVERYDAY! We get it in on Friday....lol! Well I showed up 52 min late and Eb was already 2-3 drinks in! After a few drinks and shots we head to dinner and meet up with Jaded and Charreah and her friend! Dinner was interesting we were told to be quiet by the owner and Eb was talking to these lighter persuasion chicks and telling them to reject their pussies! LMBAO the shyt was HILARIOUS!!!!! We left there and went to the Vault where we drank and danced more! Eb tapped out, F$%K it went home to her hubby(she was NOT rejecting her pussy) and Jaded and I stayed then went to another spot where Lani was working. That will be another post cause it was PURE Hilarity! All in all it was a GREAT night and I look forward to doing it again ladies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4889776081149901898?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4889776081149901898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4889776081149901898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4889776081149901898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4889776081149901898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/balls-of-my-feet.html' title='The Balls of my feet'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-726695181924670898</id><published>2008-12-14T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:42:09.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>She got me</title><content type='html'>Damn! I've been tagged by F$%K it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions below with only one word.&lt;br /&gt;* Then, pass this along to 7 people so they can do the same. (I may or may not do this part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions &amp; (My) Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? - bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your hair color? - Brownish&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? - Olean&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? - Olean&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? - Laughing&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? - didn't&lt;br /&gt;8. Your goal? - Success&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? - Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? - Reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? - Failure&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? - Happy&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? - Eating&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? - Materialistic&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? - BMW&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? - Olean&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? - Eat&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? - Sweater&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? - Bed&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? - Dead&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? -MAC&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? - Somber&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? - Friends&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? - Altima&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? - Earrings&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? - Bloomingdales&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? - Good&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Red&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? - Tonight&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? - weeks&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a b*tch? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite position? - Down&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite past time? - Blogging&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you a hater or a lover? - Lover&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you genuine or fake? - Genuine&lt;br /&gt;37. Any vices? - three&lt;br /&gt;38. Pro-life or wire hanger? - Pro-choice&lt;br /&gt;39. McCain or Obama? - Obama&lt;br /&gt;40. Pro-plastic or natural? - Natural&lt;br /&gt;41. Dream job? - Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing it forward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, I have chosen the following 7 bloggers (blogs) for interrogation:&lt;br /&gt;Eb the Celeb&lt;br /&gt;Dollface&lt;br /&gt;Kayellejaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-726695181924670898?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/726695181924670898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=726695181924670898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/726695181924670898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/726695181924670898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-got-me.html' title='She got me'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2794338648846813962</id><published>2008-12-08T12:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:30:41.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family..Can't live with em can't live without em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ST2D6D7fHTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UGGnr35PgGw/s1600-h/sumokids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ST2D6D7fHTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UGGnr35PgGw/s320/sumokids4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519371858550066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you all about the argument me and my sister got into over my nephew. That was two months ago and me and my sister still haven't spoke. I know what I'm about to say isn't good. But I'm going to say it anyway. It doesn't bother me not to speak to her. I love her and never want to see anything bad happen to her or her family(maybe her stupid azz husband...hehe). But I don't feel a great sense of loss. I think it's because this time I wasn't wrong. I've been known to flip the eff out! I told my nephew to do what he wanted to do in relation to his major. I said this is YOUR life and you have to live it the way YOU see fit. It's not mine your mom or dad's!You're going going to make mistakes as we all did but you have to do what makes you happy. If you don't want to be a doctor then don't if you want to major in finance. Have at it! I stand by what I say to this day and I would tell him the same thing! I'm all for the agree to disagree but what pissed me off the most was her attack on my character. She said I was a horrible aunt and I had an opportunity to tell him something good and I didn't and that I need to grow up. I don't have any children so I can only imagine how hard it is to let go of someone you love so much to blossom. But I didn't tell him to drop out of college. I told him to follow his heart! So, when she said that to me I instantly went for the jugular and told her that her and her husband needed to learn how to be good parents because so far they have failed miserably! Now was all that necessary...probably not but I was defending my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background. I'm the youngest in my family. My sister is 8 years older, my bros are 12 and 16 years older. So,yeah I'm young by A LOT. My mom was married before then she married my dad and had me! I always ask my dad how the heck he could get with a woman who had three kids. I guess she had that "good good!" LMBAO! Anyway their dad has always played a part in their life and mine too. He's a good man. When my siblings would go see him for the weekend they always brought something back for me from him. Hell, he had to pick me up a few times from the airport when my parents couldn't make it. My dad and him used to be Bid Whist partners! Yeah, strange I know but the demise of their marriage had nothing to do with my dad. My siblings love my dad like he's their own. Anyway, my sister's dad has been sick for awhile. He lives in Dallas not to far from her. My mom called me to tell me he went in the hospital. I asked if I should not buy my ticket home and get one to Dallas. My mom says no, let's just wait and see. So, a few days later my sister calls me and leaves me this f*cked up message. Telling me that even though she's not talking to me. I really demonstrated that I didn't care and that her dad is on his death bed. Talks more ish then slams the phone down. All of this on my voicemail. Ten minutes later my mom calls me and said my sister was crying and ish saying that even though she's not talking to me that she can't believe I didn't call. Now I know I probably seem cold hearted but after speaking to my mom and her telling me that he wasn't that bad. Plus I know me. I know that I was still pissed off and after she left me that message I was livid so I knew if I called her my demeanor would not have been conducive to the situation. Needless to say I called her back and left her a message. I don't think it was mean(but I'm sure she thinks so). I told her how I didn't appreciate the message she left and the slamming down of the phone. I also told her one of the reasons I didn't call was because I didn't feel like I was going to be genuine. Of course I told her that if she spoke to me or my voice mail like that again I was going to pop the piss out of her. I know that wasn't necessary but damn if people can't just take me there. So, now I'm back to being pissed. I know life is too short and I shouldn't hold grudges but she tried to shoot down my character! Uggggg what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2794338648846813962?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2794338648846813962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2794338648846813962&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2794338648846813962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2794338648846813962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/familycant-live-with-em-cant-live.html' title='Family..Can&apos;t live with em can&apos;t live without em'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/ST2D6D7fHTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UGGnr35PgGw/s72-c/sumokids4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6844509724642990292</id><published>2008-12-02T18:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:18:16.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><title type='text'>The Mac is here.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/STXCL2Sm81I/AAAAAAAAAjk/EB7clnrIzzQ/s1600-h/macbook_20081124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/STXCL2Sm81I/AAAAAAAAAjk/EB7clnrIzzQ/s320/macbook_20081124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275336047342318418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mac was delivered to me at work an hour ago. I'm leaving this hole in 45 min to go home and set my new baby up! Hopefully it will be smooth sailing....we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6844509724642990292?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6844509724642990292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6844509724642990292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6844509724642990292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6844509724642990292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/mac-is-here.html' title='The Mac is here.......................'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/STXCL2Sm81I/AAAAAAAAAjk/EB7clnrIzzQ/s72-c/macbook_20081124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5388390021602410372</id><published>2008-11-21T13:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:09:15.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random shyt....</title><content type='html'>I just purchased my Mac today through my job. We get a corporate discount so hopefully it will be here by Wednesday. Y'all have no idea how bad I wanted to purchase a pair of hot azz stilletos but I choose not to! Lawd it took everything out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent damn near my entire morning doing compliance shyt for this job. They have to know every broker account you have. I forgot to report one earlier this year I get this email in all red telling me I had 2 weeks to SHUT IT DOWN! We can only trade through e-Trade..uhhh they get on my nerves with that shyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate airlines. Why is it $80 cheaper for me to fly to my parents on X-mas day? I normally don't have to be there until X-mas day but this year, of course I have to be there on X-mas Eve. Uhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went out with Eb and a few others. We were suppose to see Janelle Monae and Nas but Rolling Stone pulled some BS! My boy was throwing a party at Niketown and went there and had free wine and appetizers! They were passing around mini(and I mean mini a little bigger than a quarter) burgers. Why did EB eat about 13 of those things...lmbao! It got to a point the servers were coming straight to her! LOL! After that we left. Me, my girl Chante and Aisha hop on the train. Apparently this chick kept hitting Chante with her bag, phone you name it. Chante turned around and looked at her like beyatch. Then it kept happening. Chante says "look could you stop busting in my side, the train is not crowded" This chick had the nerve and audacity to say"if I thought I was bumping I WOULD say I'm sorry but I don't think I'm bumping you." Chante was like I'm tellin you. You're bumping me. This chick keeps going on and on. I was looking at her like beyatch just say excuse me. Well, we just let it go and me Chante and Aisha start talking. This chick leans over Chante and says to me "Excuse me do you have something to say?" I said to her "yes, I do. Sit the f*&amp;k back before I pop the piss out of your azz!" In my younger years I would have straight tried to choke the life out of her but I have to much to lose...lol! Of course she was of the lighter persuasion. She was a gutsy little thing cause there were three of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my brother to buy me a video camera so I can have on record when I go to the Inauguration! He's the electronics freak! He bought me my IPOD, my first laptop etc! Yeah I'm the youngest! He's 16 years older and spoils the piss out of me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't talked to my sister since she told me I was a bad auntie. I did go for the jugular and say she and her husband were bad parents! She told my mom that she wasn't going to talk to me for two months and my mom said "you must not know Shell!" I have such an evil streak in me. I might not talk to my sister until sometime next year. I feel like she owes me an apology! Until she apologizes I will be very distant. Hell even when she does apologize and tries to reach out to me I will be distant cause she did some dumb shyt and I don't tolerate dumb and I don't give a damn who it's from! I know I need to work on that...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend people! I will visit blogs from work until my ne Mac gets here! Sorry E. they block your shyt here. I go to your page and I get a big ACCESS DENIED! I'll have two weeks of your blog to catch up on over Thanksgiving since I'll be chillin here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5388390021602410372?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5388390021602410372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5388390021602410372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5388390021602410372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5388390021602410372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-shyt.html' title='Random shyt....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5377429623694993398</id><published>2008-11-13T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:33:41.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I still haven't gone to get my laptop looked at! I don't like to move my car during the week! My parking spot is FIYAH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What computer should I get if I need one? I may break down and take Dollface's advice and get the Mac Book. We get a discount from my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT ok for an adult to be carrying a Dora the Explorer backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok for a dude to say "sexy, I just want to put you in my bed and eat you!" For real dude, does that get you dates! WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok for the job to give more responsibility and NOT more loot! Sorry bruh it doesn't work like that over here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that damn commerical where that Indian dude is asking all the questions! I have no idea why I think his voice is soo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin why on earth would Barack need your assistance for ANYTHING? If he needed the help of a 2nd grader he could ask his daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Sarah you need to stay home and be a mom for a minute. I thought it was quite disturbing to hear your little daughter Piper say she was so behind in her homework! Why the eff was she not in school during the campaign? Also who buys their 7yr old 3 inch heels! This chick was walking around the kitchen with heels on and holding baby Trig! Something is soo wrong with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to talk to one of my friends last night and this man started speaking to us. Why the eff did he tell us he was a child prodigy and instead of graduating from high school he decided to get his GED! Of course I couldn't let that ish slide! Then he said he was a dental assistant and he was going to go to dental school and had been accepted into 2 schools but they were making him do the prereq's so he didn't want to go! I said the prereq's must have been you have to have a four year degree BEFORE you go to dental school ass! Don't try and play me! Now here's the final straw he said he's the personal chef to Cardinal Egan. GTFOH! At this point I was laughing soo hard at his ass that I couldn't be stopped! My girl had the most serious look on her face and said to dude "yeah most of my friends are smart as hell too so they decided to go the GED route too. Me and Shell are the dumb ones so we went to college!" LMBAO! His eyes got all big and he was like "yeah right?" Why do I always meet the weirdos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there maybe another tranist strike in January so our company asked us if we could get here without MTA transit or if we had a car. I said I live too far to walk to work...I probably could walk to work but.. ..uhh no! I said I would only drive to work if they paid me gas and for the garage! LOL! Y'all think that was ignant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working out last Friday and this chick slid off the treadmill and I was NO GOOD! That ish was soo funny! She was right next to me to! I slid off the treadmill and fell out laughing! I know it was wrong but I couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train on Monday and I heard this man singing "TKO" by Teddy Pendergrass. I turned around and it was this skinny white man! I started giggling and this black dude mouthed to me "Is he singing Teddy?" That ish was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's enough of my craziness! Peace with Chicken Grease!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5377429623694993398?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5377429623694993398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5377429623694993398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5377429623694993398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5377429623694993398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3909313040274165288</id><published>2008-11-10T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:35:54.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><title type='text'>Laptop woos...</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say except that I'm PISSED AS HELL because my laptop is dead! I feel naked! I don't know how I'm going to make it through the week! I know I can read blogs at work but I like to read at night on the couch! UHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3909313040274165288?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3909313040274165288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3909313040274165288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3909313040274165288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3909313040274165288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/11/laptop-woos.html' title='Laptop woos...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-6485332595642587632</id><published>2008-11-05T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:15:01.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>A Change Has Finally Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SRHvrDqnHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KlG9PfCJbrU/s1600-h/099310a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SRHvrDqnHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KlG9PfCJbrU/s320/099310a2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265252962370264210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't explain how I feel about this! I'm so happy for this family and country that we finally see a black man be the most powerful person in the free world! We have no excuses to not excel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-6485332595642587632?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6485332595642587632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=6485332595642587632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6485332595642587632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/6485332595642587632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-has-finally-come.html' title='A Change Has Finally Come'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SRHvrDqnHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KlG9PfCJbrU/s72-c/099310a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-2537232677815666285</id><published>2008-11-04T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:18:25.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><title type='text'>Now is our time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaqbWwQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lpKWxr3t0lo/s1600-h/Birmingham_campaign_water_hoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaqbWwQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lpKWxr3t0lo/s320/Birmingham_campaign_water_hoses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665541508251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaXSynZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RwjCdUOaMmY/s1600-h/movement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaXSynZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RwjCdUOaMmY/s320/movement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665536372055442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaItH8aI/AAAAAAAAAis/utQ5Z8FZr3E/s1600-h/MLK.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaItH8aI/AAAAAAAAAis/utQ5Z8FZr3E/s320/MLK.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665532455973282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time y'all! I will be going to vote in 5 hrs and 45 min. We are on the verge of the most historic election of our time. Everything that they stood for, fought for and some died for is today! The right to vote is a priviledge that we as blacks have not had for long! Now is the time to seize this incredible opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;Our ancestors fought hard for this opportunity today. So please do what you have to do to go and vote. I don't care how long the line is...this is OUR TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-2537232677815666285?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2537232677815666285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=2537232677815666285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2537232677815666285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/2537232677815666285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-is-our-time.html' title='Now is our time..'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQ_ZaqbWwQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lpKWxr3t0lo/s72-c/Birmingham_campaign_water_hoses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8288211684725366784</id><published>2008-10-29T00:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:29:10.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's da shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQfmD4YSngI/AAAAAAAAAic/JdXhOrAdvwg/s1600-h/fire.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQfmD4YSngI/AAAAAAAAAic/JdXhOrAdvwg/s320/fire.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262427643953978882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours ago I came out of the train station from working out. I saw 2 fire trucks race by me and I thought wouldn't that be some shyt if my building was on fire. As I walked closer I noticed that the fire trucks stopped on my corner. My heart starts racing a little faster. I turned the corner and I saw all the fire men running into my building! Like a dayum fool I run in with them. The only thing I could think of was..Lawd not my shoes!! I smelled smoke but the firemen were running upstairs so I thought I have time. I live on the first floor. I flew into my apt. and grabbed three suitcases and filled them with my favorite shoes,some work clothes, jeans,passport(where the hell was I going)laptop, Barack the Vote tee and my voter registration card! Ha-ha beyatches even if my house burnt the hell down I was going to vote for Barack! As I'm packing I keep running to the door and feeling it..you know like you learned in elementary school. I said if that beyatch gets warm I'm tossing my luggage and me out the window! Needless to say I'm ok and it was a small fire upstairs! Whew at least my shoes would have been ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8288211684725366784?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8288211684725366784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8288211684725366784&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8288211684725366784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8288211684725366784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-da-shoes.html' title='It&apos;s da shoes...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SQfmD4YSngI/AAAAAAAAAic/JdXhOrAdvwg/s72-c/fire.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3910533290719102649</id><published>2008-10-20T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:13:55.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Powell endorses Obama!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPy2p8UQ3lI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vgvF-13lcj8/s1600-h/colin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPy2p8UQ3lI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vgvF-13lcj8/s320/colin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259279296543907410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Former Secretary of State Colin L. Powell endorsed Senator Barack Obama for president on Sunday morning, calling him a “transformational figure” who has reached out to all Americans with an inclusive campaign and displayed “a steadiness, an intellectual curiosity” and “a depth of knowledge” in his approach to the nation’s problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The endorsement, on the NBC public-affairs program “Meet the Press,” was a major blow to Senator John McCain, who has been a good friend of Mr. Powell’s for decades. Mr. Powell, a Republican, has advised Mr. McCain in the past on foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Powell told Tom Brokaw, the host of “Meet the Press,” that he had been disturbed in recent weeks by the negative tone of Mr. McCain’s campaign, particularly its focus on Mr. Obama’s passing relationship with William Ayers, a 1960s radical and founder of the Weather Underground. The McCain campaign has sought to promote the idea that Mr. Obama is “palling around with terrorists,” in the words of Mr. McCain’s running mate, Governor Sarah Palin, because of Mr. Obama’s weak links to Mr. Ayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. McCain says that he’s a washed-out terrorist,” Mr. Powell said. “Well, then, why do we keep talking about him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised at all by this endorsment. When Colin left office he was hot with "W" and all that went on with the war. I think McCain thought he would get his endorsment because of the military connect....he was wrong! As usual people are now saying he endorsed Barack because he's black! What do YOU think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3910533290719102649?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3910533290719102649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3910533290719102649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3910533290719102649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3910533290719102649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/10/powell-endorses-obama.html' title='Powell endorses Obama!!!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPy2p8UQ3lI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vgvF-13lcj8/s72-c/colin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3640380014344915014</id><published>2008-10-14T12:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:19:28.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Weekend wrap up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPTLsCi2kBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zmnuQ20Ma1w/s1600-h/bloggers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPTLsCi2kBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zmnuQ20Ma1w/s320/bloggers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257050622505947154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was an interesting weekend. Friday was uneventful I kept my ass in the house and was sleep by 11:30. Saturday morning woke up and chilled. Then the Teacher called me and asked me about the brunch spot I always go to and what train to take from his house because he didn't want to drive. I was thinking I know this dude is not going to my brunch spot! I was semi hot but I can't say shyt 'cause we aren't together anymore! Then he said lets meet at 3:15. Aruuuuuuuuuuuuu? Me, the devil herself...you want to meet me? He said Shell stop playing who else would I go there with! So, I went and met him and he almost walked right past me because he didn't know about the addition of hair! He gave me a big hug(lawd he smelled so dayum good.. I wanted to lick his neck...hehehe)and told me he really liked my highlights. I was like you don't notice anything else he said no! Man, men are so stoopit! I said hello my hair is longer! Geesh! Anyway we went out to lunch and had good conversation...good lawd I could barely eat my food. I wanted to take the guacamole and rub it off of him! His arms are so yummy! I seriously wanted to just throw the food off the table and say "Take me here and now!" We spent three hours together and it was cool! I dropped him off at his sisters house and he kissed me like we were still together! All in all it was good date...maybe there will be more! I can't call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped him off I had to hurry and go to a dinner for one of the trainers at bootcamp! As I was walking in the trainer said Chocolate how are you thanks for coming then he says ohh Shell you too! Well Chocolate is the dude from the gym that asked me out! I was a little disturbed with him because he asked if he could make me dinner and I said cool. He called me Friday at work and I called him back and left a message. This beyatch didn't even call me back! That's a quick way to get fired from my life! I can't stand people who don't honor what the hell they said they were going to do! So, Chocolate sits across from me and I hit him with the ice grill! He was like what is wrong with you! He's kicking me under the table and shyt! I finally told him! He was like I'm sorry Shell my phone is dead...he hands me his phone and it's off! I say whatever! He said no seriously the phone won't hold a charge and I haven't made it to the T-Mobile store. He said he tried to buy a $5 charger from the Africans but it still didn't work! Whateva! So, I had to get out of the dinner and head to Harlem and meet up with Eb,Miz and the group! So, he told me he knew a short cut next thing you know Chocolate is in my car with me! Of course I got there late and everyone was outside! I thought I told Eb that I was not with the Teacher...she gets in my car and said so what grade do you teach...bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhaa! Hilarious!! All in all it was a great Saturday. I met great people, Capcity, Shleatha, Miz and her daughter and of course EB!! I ended up with Chocolate and Eb at IHOP and then back to BK to Chocolate's house(which is fabulous)! He was a perfect gentleman! But I still have a Love Jones for the Teacher...lol! But chocolate will see me again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3640380014344915014?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3640380014344915014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3640380014344915014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3640380014344915014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3640380014344915014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend wrap up...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SPTLsCi2kBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zmnuQ20Ma1w/s72-c/bloggers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7455374164593805318</id><published>2008-10-07T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:00:59.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Random Shyt......</title><content type='html'>Why the hell did I see a dude in a purple(like Barney)zoot suit! You want to talk Hot ASS MESS! I dropped my camera so I'm without a camera for a week Uggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an Asian lady at church on Sunday. She knew all the songs more than the black folk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see this weeks &lt;em&gt;Newsweek&lt;/em&gt; with Palin on it. It's a close-up of her and she has some serious lip hair! Wax or thread it lady! Fricken lumberjack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have children and ALOT of my friends are married with kids but I don't think it's ok for my girl to send &lt;strong&gt;195&lt;/strong&gt; pictures of her kids! WTF? That shyt is soo rude to me! My bff has two kids and she sends at the most 4 pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think physical therapy is helping my knees. Don't know if I told y'all but my kneecaps sit extremely high so my femur is putting pressure on it when I walk down stairs, squat or do lunges. If I can't build up my hip flexor muscle then I will need surgery. Which means that my doctor would fracture my knee cap and bring it down..rehab it for 4-5 months and do it again. I think that seems painful as hell! We'll see. My left ankle is reconstructed so I have a high threshold for pain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch Hip Hop Honors? I'm not a Too Short fan but damn NY we could have given him more love than that! The audience was HORRIBLE to him! Juelz Santana didn't know all the words on the Slick Rick tribute...*sigh* At least Busta and Ghost were good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I would pack lunch all week. I didn't cook shyt last night so I got up this morning and sauteed chicken and shrimp and tossed it with Penne pasta, sauteed onions and red peppers in a fire roasted pepper alfredo! I'm so dope in the kitchen!! LOL! That was at 8am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy called me today cause he was concerned that I might be laid off due to the fact I work at an investment bank! I know my cheap ass father he just wanted to make sure he wouldn't have to pay off anything for me...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I got into a heated debate over her just poppin up on my nephew. She said it was ok because she pays his tuition...WTF? I said it won't be alright when you try that shyt again and you see tits and hair! She shut the f&amp;ck up then...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to the Teacher on the regular but haven't seen him since August 20! He told me last night that he's afraid to give me lots of attention cause he thinks that he'll lose focus of the prize...his masters. He should graduate in August. I said cool. I'm not even mad at him. I will be entertaing dating offers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a weave! LOL! I've never had one before. I think it looks cute(I'll post pics) but damn it was expensive as shyt! I spent $300 on hair alone! It's funny how a little hair makes men act! Dudes are really hollarin hard! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to fitness&lt;a href="http://www.bootcampfitnessnyc.com/indoor/home.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I peeped a cutie in there awhile back but I'm not one to holla and I was dating the Teacher but you can look. Well he started talking to me and my girl a little. Then he came up to me and said he saw me out with my girls and I looked very different...uhh I guess since my hair is not in a ponytail and I have normal clothes on!! Anyway he told my girl to tell me he's a good dude! LOL! That was a few weeks ago. I saw him last night and I was like man he's a cutie. He watched our class because he was taking the class after mine. So we talked after class and he walked me outside. Well we started talking and he offered me a ride home. So we ended up sitting outside my house talking for 2.5 hours! He asked me out. I said maybe! Man he's swexy! There's something yummy about him! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this chick at my job where Timbs today....ALL DAY! No, it wasn't wife beater. This chick had on black pants and a black shirt with some Timbs! WTF? You think that's ok? We work on the same floor as GENERAL COUNSEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that's married. She's only 27 will be 28 at the end of the month. Been married for a year. Why every time her and husband get into an argument she takes off her rings! WTF? I tell her that the rings are symbolic of the marriage. She doesn't care just takes them off and says divorce is always an option! Really? You go into marriage thinking that way. Oh well maybe it's just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a super sexy Cleopatra for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so feeling that Jazmine Sullivan cd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next weekend I'm going home(upstate NY..suburb outside of Buffalo)and guess who will be there! My very first HS boyfriend. He was FINE when we were younger I saw him back in 02 but I will be seeing him again. My BFF thinks there will be a love connect and we will end up kissing! LOL! I don't know why she thinks this way. I guess she thinks she knows me since we've been friends since we were 3! I can't see it happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm about to write is so NOT funny but I couldn't help but laugh my ass off when I first heard it! Apparently my boy from back home gave his mom his old car. Well she was having a problem with the car. I guess it was popping out of gear! So her house is on a hill so she parked it on the street. She got out and looked for a rock to put under one of the front tires. She bent over and was putting the rock under the front wheel and the car popped out of gear and ran her head over!!! I know that shit IS NOT FUNNY but when my friend told me the story I busted out laughing! I am sooo wrong! She was seriously injured and had to be air lifted to a Trauma Center she had a bleed on her brain. But she is ok so it's ok to laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think you've read enough of my random shyt! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7455374164593805318?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7455374164593805318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7455374164593805318&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7455374164593805318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7455374164593805318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-shyt.html' title='Random Shyt......'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4201926126120484953</id><published>2008-09-29T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:50:53.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Trying to get up</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt like blogging let alone doing shyt. I get up go to work, go to the gym and go home. I barely talk on the phone(although I think I made up for my lack of talking on the phone last night. I was on the phone until 4am!)I'm in such a funky azz mood which is soo unlike me! I'm always the one that's upbeat, fun, life of the party. Now, I barely want to be at the party! There are a few reasons that are dragging me into this funk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Not feeling my job. It pays the bills but I've gone as far as I can. I realize that people are just doing the same shyt they were doing when they first started and it's ok for them but not for the kid! I've been here a little over two years and I think I need to start planning to move on up. The main concern is I want to completely leave this field. I need to research how to go about this which leads to my second funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.Going back to school. I've been wanting to go to business school for the past few years but I've yet to take the GMAT(what the f&amp;ck am I waiting for?)this is the year that I thought I would take it and now the economy decides it wants to tank so the applications for buisness school will be up at least 60% *sigh*. I want to go full time too. Quit this beyatch and get my full time study on! I really don't have any bills. No student loans(thanks mom and dad)car is paid off. Just misc bills, gas, light, cable and shoes! The more I've been thinking. I think that I should probably take the LSAT to cover both sides and apply for a JD/MBA program. So, when I'm finished I will be a motherf*ckin force! So, you ask what is my problem why am I just sitting on my ass? If you find the answer please let me know! I have all the books. I'm just not motivated to study. But I know I want to do this! What the eff is holding me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.Relationship. I firmly believe when something makes you fall it's all about the bounce back. Three years ago I was on track to get married have family etc. I moved to Houston from DC to start that chapter of my life. When that relationship was over. I swear I never felt that kind of devestation. I left with my car packed to the rim and sent boxes to my parents house and set off for the Big Apple. I had no job, just my cousin and some college friends. I came here on faith. I felt if I can make it in NY I can make it anywhere. It's been three years and it was a hard road for the first three months but I managed to get a dope azz apt in Bed-Stuy and met some pretty good friends. I've dated here and there but I've been leary until I met "The Teacher" We both have our flaws but he's genuine, kind, funny and sexy!(Having a 8 pack is ALWAYS nice to touch...lol)But we just can't get it right. It has nothing to do with cheating or any triflin thing like that! His damn family drama is DEEP! And he has the save the world mentality! I give this background because I haven't been moved by someone like this since the dude I was going to marry! A month ago The Teacher and I called it quits. He told me that my mouth was reckless(I do pop mad shyt)and he was going to bring me all my shyt. He was suppose to bring it all to me on September 28. Needless to say I'm still waiting for it! I really just want my pan back...lol! Last Tuesday he called me out of the blue. I looked at the phone like it was crazy when it was ringing! We haven't spoke verbally in a month just a few text! So to my surprise he calls me and tells me in this round about way that he was shedding the family drama cause it was causing him to lose everything and it was taking everything thing out of him. I just sat there and let him talk then he asked if I could help him do something. I was like ARRRUUUUU? Me? He said yes, you're the only person I want to help me. I said ohhh! The entire hour convo he never mentioned our break up, nothing! Then he called me the next morning at 7:33 to tell me something that happened in his family cause he said he knew I'd get it and could appreciate it. Again nothing about the break up! Friday rolls around he text me a few times then asked if I was watching the debates then proceeds to call me...heyy wait a minute now! I told him I had to call him back because I was out for dinner and drinks. About four hours pass and he calls me back and ask if I was ok and if I made it home. I told him I'd be home in 20 minutes and called him back. I talked to him from 1:43-3:30 about the state of black marriages. WTF? We talked briefly on Saturday..yet another family crisis. I know wtf? Yesterday we spoke like three times and text like 20 times. By yesterday's convo I came to the conclusion that he's trying to get back in...slowly! But he can't come back without a long talk. Man, I don't know why I have this thing for him. I can't shake his azz!I had a chance to get back with the dude I was going to marry and said nope. And I thought he was the love of my life but I think the Teacher will leave a bigger impact than him. In the past I'm known to be like peace and keep it moving but I have a soft spot for The Teacher. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle what are your thoughts as a man...lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long drawn out post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4201926126120484953?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4201926126120484953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4201926126120484953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4201926126120484953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4201926126120484953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-get-up.html' title='Trying to get up'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1991678976767483797</id><published>2008-09-22T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:44:20.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>This is some random ish that either happened to me or I have observed or thougght over the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm on the train and there's white lady about 45-50. She was crackish looking. She had on blue scrubs with paint splashes a tee shirt that says "Hot Girls Vote" and a zip up hoodie that says "Soulja Boy Tellum". Words cannot explain how hard I was laughing at this ish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dude with a big azz neck brace on kept giving me the "come get em eyes" For real so I can drop kick you in your neck and have you in straight traction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dude says to me "I think I know you" I said no you don't. I have seen him around the neighborhood before. The bullshyt started. "Man, I like the fire in your eyes ma, that says to me independent" Oh word cause they're about to shoot fire in about 30 seconds! This fool says I like independent women cause I'm independent...WTF? Then he says you look like you work out. We can go to the park and run together. At this point I say my bf wouldn't like that. He says oh I just want to be friends. Then proceeds to tell me about how some chick told him that she just wanted to be friends and next thing he knows they're effin. *crickets* I just walked away. He yells I guess we can't be friends! I guess not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the F%&amp;k did I have to be at work this morning at 7:30! I usually don't get here until 9:30-10:00. I get out of the shower at 8:45! Not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dudes that have beards that look like little "Nigga Naps" that real coarse curly tight hair. YUCK! When I see a dude that has that shyt on his face the only thing that I can think about is that they have dirty nuts! Example of dirty nut or stank nut dudes...Shawn Kemp...blahhh his nuts just look stank and hot! Charles Oakley..stink nuts! Definition of stink or dirty nuts is even if you take a shower there is no cleaning up the nut area! Just STANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Keisha Cole looks like she has stank coochie! She just looks dirty to me! I know I'm a weirdo but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't spoke to "The Teacher" it's kind of upsetting to me! I thought we were better than this! He does text me periodically. When we had our beef a few weeks back he did tell me that he was bringing over my stuff immeadiately. I have yet to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a ghost in my house. My toothbrush was moved and then put back in the same place. I walked around yesterday with a butcher knife! LMAO like I was going to stab the ghost! bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the eff did my sister, her stupid azz husband and my 13year old nephew just show up at my older nephew's dorm room yesterday morning? I called my nephew just to say hey and he said "my mom's here" I said, "oh she came to visit" He said "yep, and I wasn't expecting them" I could here in his voice that he was tight! I said,"oh she called you from outside" He was like "nah, I woke up to a knock on the door" I said "WTF?" I told my sister I hope the next time you do that he has a chick laid up in the bed. Anytime my sister tells me she is going to visit him I'm telling him. He's such a good kid and who the hell wants your fam just doing random pop ups. They had to drive over 2 hours to get there too! The sad thing is dumb and dumber felt like that was ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did someone just send an email stating that they need some data by the end of business today. I politely said it wouldn't happen. I know the routine they didn't just find out they needed that data today at 10:30. I'm sure they knew last week and chose not to say shyt. Well, they won't get shyt from me today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "So Fly" song by Slim and Young Joc is FIYAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1991678976767483797?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1991678976767483797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1991678976767483797&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1991678976767483797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1991678976767483797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3291334186139095818</id><published>2008-09-17T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:16:32.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>This is how I feel right now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SNFXWXfpoZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DIFcBAXfjuQ/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SNFXWXfpoZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DIFcBAXfjuQ/s320/crazy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247071082638844306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will feel better soon! I'm about 5 seconds from the deepend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3291334186139095818?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3291334186139095818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3291334186139095818&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3291334186139095818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3291334186139095818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='This is how I feel right now.....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SNFXWXfpoZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DIFcBAXfjuQ/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7684236849813309270</id><published>2008-09-07T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:07:25.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>No Mimosas for me...:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SMSjZnWbWUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VusP_Rvhj-Q/s1600-h/NYCBloggers"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SMSjZnWbWUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VusP_Rvhj-Q/s320/NYCBloggers" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495526621206850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I had a chance to meet up with some fabulous ladies. They all had unlimited mimosas but I couldn't drink or eat a thing due to foolishness I participated in on Friday evening. I have not experienced a hangover like that in YEARS! I couldn't keep anything down until 11:00pm! I promise ladies the next time we meet ShellyShell will be sippin on mimosas with you!!! Yeah Eb, I jacked you for the picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I put it down in the kitchen tonight. I made Chicken and Dumplings! I put my foot in them beyatches! LMAO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7684236849813309270?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7684236849813309270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7684236849813309270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7684236849813309270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7684236849813309270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-mimosas-for-me.html' title='No Mimosas for me...:('/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SMSjZnWbWUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VusP_Rvhj-Q/s72-c/NYCBloggers' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5862633864941761498</id><published>2008-09-01T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:04:50.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weekend wrap up</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of shyt to say but not much in the mood to write. So here's some random shyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I forgot to tell y'all I ran into "The Hammer" on Friday. I went to a spot called Fashion 40 and he was in there. I saw him and just rolled my eyes. This dude decides it was a smart idea to try and get close to me. So, he starts talking to a girl that was standing close to me and my crew then he moves to the bar where I'm standing so his back is up against my back. This mfer had the nerve and audacity to try and move back...Y'all I killed his kidney! Then he thinks it's smart to turn around and try and squeeze in between me and my homegirl(he's not a small dude like 6'4" and 230) she was like dude this is not a good look and he's all smug and still tries to talk to me. I said I have NOTHING to say to you and you need to get to stepping, he's still trying to talk to me and laugh and reach out. Needless to say I went CLEAN THE F$CK OFF!! And mushed him in his face.The mush was called for because he started to invade my personal space. He went and told security on me then I told security the inappropriate comments he had said to me and they told him to stay away from me. My homeboy and his boys came in there and I told them so they went over very professionally and told him to NEVER approach me again. He left 10 minutes later! We left after that then went to a spot called Santos Party room. I recommend this place. Q-Tip and Rich Medina dj'd all night and they played nothing but old school that place was FIYAH!! It was only $10! I danced until 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had to get up and attempt to get a hood hook up on my inspection because I knew that she was going to fail. My boy gave me a hook up. I had to go to a house that looked like it should have been condenmed and pick up a note that said "Take care of my peoples" LMBAO!! Then had to go to the garage and ask for Ahmed. He told me I needed front brakes and gave me a deal. I got brakes,pads and labor for $75. It was worth all the shady shyt..lol! Then I went home and saw a friend of mine and he took me to a little ass restaurant that had room for 6 people with a lady name Jean cooking her ass off. My goodness I got Curry Goat, rice and beans,potatoe salad and a salad for &lt;strong&gt;$6&lt;/strong&gt;. It was soooo much food and soo fricken good! Lawd that's why I love living in Brooklyn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to church then to brunch and ate by myself because my friends are retarded. I told my homegirl that we were going to brunch at 1:30 and the place was on Union between 6th and 7th. I text her and tell her I'm there she text back and said why. I said to eat brunch she said oh I thought you meant between 6 and 7. *crickets* Who the f&amp;ck eats brunch between 6 and 7. My other girl is the one who text me at 9am for brunch and she doesn't show up until 4:15...wtf? Needless to say I had alreday had three mimosas and my eggs benedict. Ugghghgh! After we went to Habana Outpost and chilled out for awhile. While at Habana I had a chance to finally meet The F$%k It List and her cute son, CJ, her sister and niece!She couldn't stay long but I will see her again on Saturday for the bloggers brunch! &lt;br /&gt;After that my homeboy showed up and wanted to go to Sugarcane and get Oxtails so we rolled out and went and had Oxtails, shrimp roti and jerk chicken. The oxtails were delicious. You can always tell the way Trinis make their oxtails and roti compared to Jamaicans. After we went back and met my homegirls at Brooklyn Moon to see what the next spot was. One of my girls decided that she wanted to ride on a bike with one of the million bikers that was out. She called us and told us she was at a bbq we got sidetracked for awhile and met her three bbq's later. There were so many people and a ton of streets were blocked off due to the West Indian day parad today and it was Juve last night. We had to park the car and my girl had to send three bikers to come and get me and my girls since it was easier for bikers to wean through traffic. Man, we got to this party and there had to be at least 1000 people. Soca music blastin, jerk burnin in the yard and people just dancing! I got home this morning at 6:52! My people decided that they wanted to go to the parade and to come by my house since I live the closet to the parade. It was sooo damn hot on the Pkwy and had too many people. I haven't been to the west indian parade in years and even though I live around the corner I had no desire to go! I had to park my car in a whole nother section of BK because of all the parking restrictions. But I succombed to peer pressure and went for an hour. Then took my people back to the small ass restaurant. They all had jerk chicken, mac and cheese, rice and peas and oxtails and were sucking the bones so I take it the food was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my weekend and I'm absolutely EXHAUSTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. What do you y'all think about Sarah Paulin's 17 year old daughter being preggo? I find it to be quite interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5862633864941761498?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5862633864941761498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5862633864941761498&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5862633864941761498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5862633864941761498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend wrap up'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7951897812163774877</id><published>2008-08-28T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:57:07.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>History will be made tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SLabHGbGDSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4AW0vWSSNWw/s1600-h/Obama-2008-Widescreen-barack-obama-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SLabHGbGDSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4AW0vWSSNWw/s320/Obama-2008-Widescreen-barack-obama-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545762777795874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people don't know this about me but I have a deep love of politics. I double majored in history and political science with a concentration on the American Presidency. Any election year I am glued to CNN, MSNBC etc but this year is not like any election year. Tonight history will be made when Barack Hussein Obama accepts the Democrat Nomination. Tonight is so much more than what a lot of people realize especially the younger under 25 generation. I remember being in elementary and middle school and there was no holiday for Martin Luther King. I think the first year that I legally was out of school I was in 8th grade. From the time I was in kindergarten until 7th grade my mom would keep us out of school on MLK's birthday. She said if we can observe Washington and Lincoln we can observe MLK. She would wake us up just as we would be going to school, but instead she would have me read the entire "I have a dream" speech and watch "Eyes on the Prize." After we would discuss what it meant and how it made us feel. I'm so grateful that she was militant like that because everything I learned from her and my dad I would have never learned in school especially not growing up in a suburb south of Buffalo.  I had a chance to ask my dad how he felt about this because he's 70 and grew up in rural Butler, Alabama. There were no street lights, he walked to school 2 miles and he saw his share of jacked up shyt happen(he actually saw with his own eyes a body of a black man hanging from a tree). So when he speaks to me about everything he went through as a child to me tonight is all the more important! I'm so happy that my daddy is alive to see this moment and take it all in and know that change is coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone had a chance to see the set at Invesco field but it looks a lot like Lincoln Memorial. Today is the 45th anniversary of MLK's  "I have a dream" speech and also the 40th anniversary of Robert F. Kennedy predicting that in four decades the country might elect a black man as president. Pleae make sure to tune in tonite because this is history!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7951897812163774877?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7951897812163774877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7951897812163774877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7951897812163774877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7951897812163774877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-will-be-made-tonight.html' title='History will be made tonight'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SLabHGbGDSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4AW0vWSSNWw/s72-c/Obama-2008-Widescreen-barack-obama-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-7609852387647331853</id><published>2008-08-21T01:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:15:15.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SK0HrFtndJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tqpQTHvLT64/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SK0HrFtndJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tqpQTHvLT64/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236850378551030930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted in a week. I've been in a blah mood and I'm just trying to deal with a few things. I need to be at the airport in 4 hours and I'm up blogging! I'm hoping this trip to Mexico helps ease my mind of somethings that have really been holding me down. I'm hoping to sit on the beach and throw back a few Patrons and get my mind right! Next week I should have a few entertaing stories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see Usain Bolt completely dominate the 200? If that dude put effort in he would be a beast at the 400! Track and Field is my first love! Poor Wallace Spearman he was dq'd for stepping on the line and lost the silver! You learn that shyt in highschool ALWAYS watch the line! Oh yeah and poor Lola Jones tripping over the 9th hurdle yesterday, she had that race! I guess it wasn't her time! I feel for her though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and I will be back on Monday to share in the debauchery! Until then here's a picture. Although this is from Cabo San Lucas when me and the Teacher went in January...it's still Mexcico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-7609852387647331853?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7609852387647331853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=7609852387647331853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7609852387647331853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/7609852387647331853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SK0HrFtndJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tqpQTHvLT64/s72-c/IMG_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1152053372610983322</id><published>2008-08-13T13:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:19:04.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post for the last few days but really haven't felt up to it! I guess I should now that I'm off my hip hop high! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work I went to Latin Quarters for happy hour. 2 for 1 top shelf! At one time we had about 18 drinks on the table....*sigh*. People were coming in that place at 6:00 dressed like they were going to the club! I was like am I missing something? The dj was fiyah. He played a bunch of old school and we danced our azzes off! Out of there by 10:30, grabbed some street meat and was home by 11:15! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up early as hell! WTF??? I have NO kids why am I up at 7! Went and worked out, got a wash and set and came home! I took a shower and put on my pj's at 1 in the afternoon. Well, at 5 my homegirl said to come and meet her and her fiance' who is visting from the UK at Habana(F$%k it List are we still going to meet Sunday?) and had a Frozen Mojito and got into a debate about Nas's cd...lol! Well my girl declared that she needed something stronger than some Frozen Mojito's so off to Moe's we went! We had a round of drinks and then a round of Patron(I knew we were in trouble since it was only 8pm) then some random dude trying to holla bought me a drink! *Note* I don't turn down drank and YOU WILL NOT GET MY NUMBER EMAIL OR ANYTHING! Then my favorite bartender, Jamie comes in and calls us out..."Yo, you haven't been here in mad long, first one is on me!"After that it was ON! I drank my azz off! LOL! Anyway, I ran into a dude I met last summer through a friend and was sitting there talking with him. He told me that I'm maaaad cool and when he first met me last year he thought I was bourgie! LMAO! I don't think it's bourgie I think it's because I'm not that approachable and I tend to have a nasty diposition...lol! But when I start talking I'm cool. Uhh apparently the last time we spoke I was explaining how I had a team of dudes but only one was the point guard, the rest we're just roll players...lol! I remember that convo too! That was before me and the Teacher decided to just date each other! He was ALWAYS the point card! But damn if I wasn't a PIMP last summer.....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah some funny shyt. Tonight my very first boyfriend is flying in from Orlando! I just got off the phone with him and he was like it don't matter I got the title in being the first who got it from you! LOL! He's from BK but was shipped upstate cause he was baaaad! I saw him driving one day then I saw him at a track meet and was like who the hell is that? He felt the same way! We didn't last long..personalities were and still are too similar! I should have saved my first time....lol! Anyway, I saw him two years ago for the first time in like 14 years! I get to see him tonight and Friday! When we get together we are the best of friends! The last time I saw him he dressed corny and was chunky an I certainly called his azz on it...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really feeling that Ne-yo song &lt;em&gt;Miss Independent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I going to Mexico next Thursday for a bacholorette party and the bacholorette isn't going anymore. We can't be upset her grandfather passed away in Barbados on Monday night. I didn't want to go to Mexico. I just went to Cabo in January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife beater hasn't rocked one all week! I think it's because it hasn't been as hot outside but I'm sure she'll rock a few more before summer ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to not want to go to my homegirls son's christening? Good lawd it's over an hour drive away. She invited like 50 people! I have no desire to go especially since I'm going to see her azz on Thursday! I just want to send a gift! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher and I are caught in a middle zone it could go 50/50 either way. It was heavely leaning towards the door on Sunday, it's a little better but still shaky ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever gone to the sit YouPorn. It's just like youtube but porn! It's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1152053372610983322?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1152053372610983322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1152053372610983322&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1152053372610983322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1152053372610983322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random....'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4599134362691152048</id><published>2008-08-04T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:59:29.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip Hop'/><title type='text'>Last night is what hip hop is all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SJdg99lrOwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn0eD1NAgGs/s1600-h/Rock+the+bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SJdg99lrOwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn0eD1NAgGs/s320/Rock+the+bells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230756109834992386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:10pm and I'm still feeling the effects of yesterday's show at Jones Beach. Yesterday confirmed to me why I LOVE Hip Hop! The line up was sick, the performances and special guest were bananas! This is why I love going to concerts in NYC! You never know who is going to show up! There was only one bad note to write about. WHERE THE HELL WAS RAKIM??? To me he is a true master and he wasn't there but he's been at the other shows. Why wouldn't he perform at home? I have to investigate that more.  Anyway back to the show. Me, my homegirl her husband and the Teacher arrived at 12:15...uhh can you say that we had no idea that the concert started at 11:40am and Tribe wasn't coming on until 11:00..once you left the venue that was it you couldn't come back in. So, we made and executive decision and said eff it this is what we paid to see we troopin' it today! Well y'all it was sooooooooooo worth the troop! There were two stages set up but the main people weren't going on the main stage until 2:45. So, I had a chance to see Wale( a DC native)and J Electronica on the 2nd stage. But it just got too damn hot I had to go and get a drink...lol! &lt;br /&gt;The main stage opened up with Dead Prez they were good but were having technical difficulties. Next up Immortal Technique I thought they were good but dude is VERY Angry! Then came Pharcyde they performed "Ya Mama", "Drop", "What's up Fatlip" and of course closed the set with "Passing me By!" It was classic! Then De la Soul came on the stage and straight went in!! OMG they sung all the classics, next thing you know Q-Tip came out and the crowd went bananas! But it didn't end there when all of a sudden Dres from Black Sheep came out and did "The Choice is Yours" Man the crowd went CRAZY! He rocked the crowd! Everyone was so hype when De la when off the stage at this point they were by far the best act! &lt;br /&gt;Next up Raekwon and Ghostface. Now I'm a Ghost fan but when they came on stage they brought about 60 people on there with them everyone else had maybe 10 on the sides if that many. They were cool they did a nice tribute to Ol' Dirty and brought Cappadonna on stage. &lt;br /&gt;Mos Def took the stage next. He's one of my favorite artist. He sang a couple of joints then he brings Talib up. It was OVER for me. They rocked their set so hard. They sang "Definition", "Brown Skinned Lady" and "Respiration" to name a few. Of course Mos sang "Ms Fat Booty" to end the set Pharoahe Monch came out and did an extra hype version of "Simon Says." This set made me miss Black Moon! But I still love Talib and Mos seperately!!&lt;br /&gt;The most entertaing set of the night had to be Meth and Redman. They truly Rocked the Bells! The energy the two of them displayed was incredible(not to mention Method Man is my first Thug Love...lol)Meth was bodysurfing, walking all over the chairs and just being one with the crowd.The guest they brought on stage was BANANAS! Keith Murray came up and rocked the crowd, then DJ Kool came and did "Let me clear my throat" Meth and Redman did another song then they brought out THe Ruler...y'all mothereffin Slick Rick came out and did "La di da di" OMG! Then they rolled out one more surprise can you say "You gots to chill" EPMD! DEAD! "If you tired then go take a nap" That concert could have ended there for me...this is HIP HOP! &lt;br /&gt;After I calmed the hell down. Nasty Nas was up next. He came out witha five piece band and did his thing! He did classics like "It ain't hard to tell" "New York State of Mind" While the band played the instrumental to "Success" out popped a dude with a fitted Yankee on....JAY-Z! WTF!!! At this time the crowd completely erupted then they go in and do "Black Republicans" Can y'all say WHAAAAT! This shyt was straight FIYAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least Tribe was up. Q-tip emerged on stage wearing a back pack and did a great solo set.(His album is due to drop sometime in September)Phife and crew came on stage(this was the first time they all performed together since 1998...Ali Shaheed and Jarobi White) This shyt was HOT! They did classics like "Bonita Applebaum", "Electric Relaxation", "Can I Kick it" "Oh My God" Words can't explain how hard this went down! Then they went into "Scenario" and out comes Busta......ya'll he KILLLED it! The energy that was being transmitted from that stage was CRAZY! Then he did "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See." The show ended with all of Tribe, De La Soul, Busta and even Method Man on stage. This was REAL HIP HOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Rock the Bells is coming to your city I HIGHLY recommend you to go! This was the best Hip Hop show I'VE EVER BEEN TO! This was real hip hop and why I LOVE IT! Hip hop WAS NOT dead last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4599134362691152048?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4599134362691152048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4599134362691152048&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4599134362691152048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4599134362691152048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night-is-what-hip-hop-is-all-about.html' title='Last night is what hip hop is all about'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SJdg99lrOwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gn0eD1NAgGs/s72-c/Rock+the+bells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-8731509395512646733</id><published>2008-07-31T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:37:04.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>The Hammer</title><content type='html'>So, I was suppose to post last Sunday but between being sick with some virus and bizarre shyt happening to me I just had to chill. My post was going to tell everyone how it was growing up in upstate NY and only graduating with four black people I'm still going to write about that but I really have to put thought into that post.So it's coming shortly in the meantime let me entertain y'all with some straight foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a little background on this story. My coworker(Wife Beater)came out to happy hour with me and my homegirl about 6 weeks ago while there a man came up to me and said you look familiar and I was like yeah you do to. Ends up I know his cousin. This man whose name is Shane. He's around the same age as my coworker. She's 45 and he's 48. She just got divorced so she's looking for a man plus she desperately wants to have a kid. Her mom didn't have her until she was 47. So Beater and Shane talk at happy hour and exchange numbers etc. She said he was cool but she wasn't completely feelin him. I thought she was overacting a little because he offered to buy her a drink and she leans over and says to me I'm not going to sleep with him. I was like why the f*ck would you. Take the drink and keep it moving. Fast forward to the following week Shane and Beater make plans to meet up for a drink(s). Why does this fool take her to a damn club...she text me from the club like wtf. I was like a first date you take someone to a loud ass club and your 48. Needless to say she was turned the hell off. So she said she had to go and catch her bus and thanks for everything. He walks with her to the door and she goes to hug him and attempts to shove his tongue down her throat. She panics and leaves. She gets outside and calls me and says ill this dude is gross blah blah blah. He calls her a few times after that and she never answers. Fast forward a few weeks and I see him on the train he keeps staring at me but I act like I have no idea who the hell he is. Finally he puts it together how he knows me and soon as the lady next to me gets up he makes a beeline next to me to sit down. I was like damn damn damn. He said what happened to your friend. I said nothing, you should probably leave that alone it wasn't a love connection. He kept pressing me and finally I said well dude you might not want to take a first dated to a club and then shove your tongue down her throat. This beyatch said that's a lie she came onto me she was all over me the night I met you guys. Now y'all I was standing there and she was not all over him. I said whatever it ain't me. He was like here take my card I said for what he said call me. Beyatch please. I got off the train and threw his card in the garbage and he saw me do it. So I saw him at my Sunday spot, Habana Outpost a week or so later. He waived and said hi and I did the same. Well I run into him again 2 weeks ago and he comes over to me and my girls and talks. He then proceeds to say he didn't really like Beater that he was trying to get at me. I stood there and laughed in dudes face. Really so she didn't take the bait and you think I will. Singing Beyonce..You must not know about me....lol!! He then asked where I live. I figure he must live in the same vicinity since I saw him at my stop. I told him a general area and he told me exactly where he lives and damn if he doesn't live around the corner. So, he was like ohh that's great we can go to each other's houses and cook dinner and hang out. I was like dude I don't like you that. He kept saying Ohhh Shell. Hr kept saying your so pretty and I think we'd be good together. My homegirl then says didn't you try and talk to her coworker he said ohh that doesn't count. I was like I gotta go. Sorry the story is so long but I had to give this background.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so last Sunday I go over to the good bodega(fresh fruit and veggies) because I need to get a green pepper. I run into Shane...ILLL! He speaks and I do the same. Then he said can I come over and bring a bottle of wine. I looked at him like he had 6 heads uhhh no. He said ok just remember "The Hammer" is around the corner. I turned around and said "the hammer?" He said yeah that's what they call me cause I pound pu$sy and I want to eat your sexy kitty and wrap your powerful legs around my back while I pound that juicy pu$sy of yours. Maaaaaaaan I went off! Dude you don't know me like that. I don't know what type of birds allow you to talk to them like that but you have me confused. If I was in a louge I would have busted my drink upside his head, but I only had a dayum green pepper!!! So,I'm going off telling him he better stay the f*cki away from me blah blah blah. So, I'm wildin out a little so these neighbor hood dudes look at me and say Ma, you alright you know this dude. I said no and he's bothering me. Ha these dudes were like yo,what you saying to her yo u betta step the eff back we run this block Nucca. Dude looked shook but I didn't and still don't give a dayum! I can't believe this dude could even fix his mouth to say something like that. That shyt was ignorant and disrespectful. I wish I would have kept his business card because I would have went and pressed harrassment charges on his ass!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the Teacher what happened and he laughed and that really pissed me off but he laughed for about 10 seconds. He was like you gotta show me dude if we're out and you see him. I was like ohhh shyt is Brownsville going to come out. He was like Shell don't play that shyt is still in me. I was like ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this story was so long but I had to give the background. Oh yeah one more thing then I'm finished. So Sunday night after all this shyt my throat starts hurting. Monday my throat feels like shyt and I don't feel well at all. I go to work but I'm not myself I'm not eating, snacking nothing. At the end of the day I felt nauseas I went to the bathroom and vomited so I hightailed it out of work. I got home and had the chills and was in my bed wrapped up like a little blunt. I was soo cold but my temp was 104. I was throwing up every couple of hours. It got soo bad that I was laying on the bathroom floor. Around 1am my fever broke and I felt a lot better but I didn't go to work on Tuesday.  All I could think of was that beyatch Shane put a hex on me(he's Jamaican)!!!! ahahhahaha! I called my homegirl and said get the Bible! Come to find out he didn't. My other homegirl failed to tell us she had to go to the emergency room last Thursday cause of a virus and was all breathing on me and my girl Saturday(she called out of work Tuesday too..we work on the same floor...lol)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-8731509395512646733?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8731509395512646733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=8731509395512646733&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8731509395512646733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/8731509395512646733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/hammer.html' title='The Hammer'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-436710791656897410</id><published>2008-07-25T16:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:37:41.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Wife Beater</title><content type='html'>Uggghhhh this is for the the F$%k It List. Whyyyyyy the f&amp;ck did beater rock a navy blue one yesterday with gray pants and today a pink one with a gray skirt!!!! I just don't understand how one thinks it's ok to rock WIFE BEATERS to an investment bank. We work on the same floor as General Counsel! A damn mess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have a post scheduled for Sunday. I hope everyone has a great weekend. I'm hitting happy hour(as usual) then the beach tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-436710791656897410?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/436710791656897410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=436710791656897410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/436710791656897410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/436710791656897410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/wife-beater.html' title='Wife Beater'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1791401620156138207</id><published>2008-07-18T11:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:31:16.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>This week has been hectic to say the least. I hate you SEC....rule changes have made this place chaotic! I'm so happy it's Friday! I'm not even going out tonite(SHOCKER)but I'm going to handle that tomorrow!!! I have 3 rooftop parties to attend so I have to get my rest tonite...lol! I don't feel like thinking about anything so I'm just going to post randsome ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking to the train the other day and this dumb ass hanging in front of the bodega says hello. I say hello back but he didn't hear me so he proceeds to yell "so you can't say hello why cause I don't have on a suit and shyt?" Now normally I would just be like whateva hoodrat but I turned around and went clean the f*ck off! Beyatch stop hanging out in front of the bodega at 9am and maybe a respectable woman will give you the time of day. GTFOH with your bullshyt! Don't let the fly clothes fool you I WILL go the f*ck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the chick I sit next to me say "Shell what did you order from Sephora?" "Shampoo and conditioner" "What kind?" I tell her. Five minutes later this broad says "You must be rich" I was like "WTF are you talking about?" She had the nerve and audacity to tell me she looked up the shampoo and conditioner and it's expensive. I looked at her and said I like what I like. WTF did she feel like that was appropriate to check to see how much &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; spend on my shyt! She's lucky she didn't get cussed out! She might want to try it since her hair stays looking a hot ass mess! Plus we work in corporate America at a major investment bank does she think it's appropriate to rock "wife beaters" no jacket, sweater nothing but the beater! *crickets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm talking about work people. I heard this other chick on the phone this morning talking to her brother I later found out. All I heard was "Are you sad, well you sound sad" "you sure you're not sad, well I know you got kicked out of the bedroom" Y'all I was at my desk rollin. At the time I had no idea who she was talking to but she must have asked dude if he was sad 10 times. So, me being my nosy self I asked a chick that sits next to her if she heard that exchange she said no but she knew exactly what I was talking about. I have no idea why I though that shyt was funny but I did...LMBAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homegirl just text me and said don't forget about brunch on Sunday and let's shoot to meet at 3:00. Whoa wait a minute 3 is she for real? That's damn near dinner time. I text back and said can we shoot for 2(which is still late since I get out of church at 11:45)but if everyone else agrees on 3 they can go ahead without me and I would get up with them next week. Shyt I can go home and make me some bacon, eggs and grits and be happy! This chick had the nerve to text me back and say why what are you doing after 3 why can't you do it etc. Beyatch it doesn't matter what the f*ck I'm doing. Try I'm going the F*ck home and chillin and I don't want to eat motherf*ckin brunch at 3 or later. Needless to say I didn't and I won't answer that text because she will NOT like my response. Last time I checked I was grown don't be questioning me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chick that hangs out with us sometime because she knows my homegirl. She's a little younger than us(26) but we try and include her in somethings. Y'all at first I liked her but she gets on my DAMN nerves...ughghghgh! She is soo damn stoopit. I try and chalk it up to her being 26 but I don't think that's it! I was not this dumb at 26. Back in April we were at the NFL draft party she was prancing around like a straight video ho! So, I'm standing there and some player comes up to me and was talking. Why is she standing behind dude mouthing Michelle why are you talking to him etc. After our conversation was over I was like wtf is wrong with you. She was like he's too short for you. (I'm 5'8" and I always wear at 3.5in heels)I was like he was just talking. If you're polite to me I won't act an ass to you...for what? Then she proceeds to talk to this dude that was so damn arogant why you ask....cause he had a nice watch on. Are you effin serious? I had to break it down to her I have dated 6 and 7 figure dudes. Just because you have serious loot does not equate to me being happy! She is a Ceritifed JACKASS! I haven't been out with her since. But the worst thing is she is going on vacation with me and my crew in August....I hope I don't end up in jail for popin the piss out of her little ass! I find out last night that this chick has been calling in to work sick so she can go to casting calls to be in rap videos? Are you serious? You want to be a video ho? That shyt is ok(I guess) at 21 but not at 26. Plus she is a banker at a major investment bank. I saw her Sunday afternoon at our hang out spot in BK and this chick looked like a street walker. A dude off the street gave her $20 and said please take a cab ma, I would hate to see you get on the train like that. The cab driver asked her if he could park his car and come up....yup nuff said!! This chick found nothing wrong with this! I'm done she is officially a bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all enjoy your weekend. I'm going to try but it's going to be hot ass hell in NYC! I hate heat like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE--- I am going out tonite....lol!The foolishness that occured while typing this has pushed me over the edge!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1791401620156138207?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1791401620156138207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1791401620156138207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1791401620156138207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1791401620156138207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thought.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-280438493705550059</id><published>2008-07-14T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:59:30.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>WTF??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SHtqhzrMqlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KbL_W7vSZRo/s1600-h/newyorkercover220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222885321905842770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SHtqhzrMqlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KbL_W7vSZRo/s320/newyorkercover220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't had a chance to read this article yet but from what I understand it's 18 pages long and talks about how Chicago shaped Obama's politics. The artist, Barry Blitt states "I think the idea that the Obamas are branded as unpatriotic [let alone as terrorists] in certain sectors is preposterous. It seemed to me that depicting the concept would show it as the fear-mongering ridiculousness that it is." I guess this touches a little close to home. I'm still up in the air about it. What about y'all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it's going to take the media to discover how to cover a black presidential canidate and future president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-280438493705550059?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/280438493705550059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=280438493705550059&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/280438493705550059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/280438493705550059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtf.html' title='WTF??'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SHtqhzrMqlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KbL_W7vSZRo/s72-c/newyorkercover220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-1728106118156444741</id><published>2008-07-07T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:25:04.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Follow Thru</title><content type='html'>I didn't do too much this weekend. I went to a bbq Saturday and Sunday. I spent the majority of the weekend thinking if I truly want to be with "The Teacher" He is the one person besides my mom that can set me the f*ck off! As I've stated in a previous post. He is the most caring,considerate, loving dude,however; he is the ABSOLUTE worst on follow thru. &lt;br /&gt;I'm at happy hour on Thursday(if anyone every wants to go to HH in NYC Mon-Thurs go to the Fat Black Pussy Cat...topshelf $4 from 3-8)He text me and ask me what am I doing.I tell him where I'm at etc. I tell him to come down he says he probably will but he's still in class plus he was sore. He has a degenerative hip disorder which will require surgery. His doctor according to him "stretched him like a $5 whore" I said cool just let me know. He gets out of class at 9:30 so around 11ish I said where is teacher. I text him and this dude has the nerve and audacity to say I'm at Kevin's chillin drinking a Corona. *crickets* Y'all I saw stars if I was close to him I seriously would have popped the piss out of his ass! I didn't care that he didn't come and meet me. What I cared about is that he didn't have enough common courtesy to tell me. I was sooo pissed that I couldn't even talk to him until the next day. He knew I was hot too. The next day when I finally felt that I could speak to him without going the hell off. Although I immediately went off. He said he was sorry and that he understands why I was mad. I was like do you or are you just saying that to shut me up! Then the argument just escalated from there. It was kind of an one sided argument. He doesn't argue....lol! I must have really pissed him off. Because he told me that if I ever talked out of my face like that too him again. He was going to let me have it! Now for the past year this dude has never raised his voice,talked out of turn or swore at me. So I know I REALLY pissed him off. Then he said damn Shell you are so combative if I was a different type of man I could pop you in your mouth! I felt bad that I got him that worked up, but dammit I just wanted him to get that he didn't have to come but inform me of the change in plan. He has a bad habit of doing that. I know I shouldn't take it personally because he does it to everyone in his family etc. But damn the only thing you got is your word if you don't follow thru on that then you don't have shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me that I shouldn't complain if that's the only thing he does wrong. Geesh he doesn't do it maliciously but it sure pisses me off! LOL! He did tell me yesterday that he really is going to work on doing better with the follow thru since he knows it bothers me. I guess that's all I can ask for....lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-1728106118156444741?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1728106118156444741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=1728106118156444741&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1728106118156444741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/1728106118156444741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/follow-thru.html' title='Follow Thru'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-3248623905836207444</id><published>2008-07-01T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:46:14.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!!</title><content type='html'>List seven songs that you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lil'Wayne- "A Milli"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bilal- "Soul Sista"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ne-yo- Do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. C Murder f/Magic and Snoop-"Down for my Niggaz" I listen to this song each day before I enter the plantation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prince f/Miles Davis live at Paisley Park - "If I was your Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lloyd f/Lil'Wayne -"Girls Around the World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Game f/Keyshia Cole- "The Game's Pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I haven't figured out how to link people yet...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-3248623905836207444?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3248623905836207444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=3248623905836207444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3248623905836207444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/3248623905836207444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-5935524399971885575</id><published>2008-06-28T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:59:30.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SGZAIT6zPTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8hHiesfaYJE/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SGZAIT6zPTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8hHiesfaYJE/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my birthday! First I'd like to start off saying that I am blessed to be able to celebrate another year of life. I'm blessed that I have loving friends and family. Since I was a little girl I've always thought of my birthday to be a national holiday....lol! Maybe it's because when I was younger right around my birthday started summer vacation!! We go finish school late in NYS!! There were days were the last day of school was my birthday and we would only have to go to school for 5 minutes to pick up my report card. All through elementary school I would go to breakfast with my daddy and then go get a new bike! (Did I really need a new bike every year?) Then my friends would come over for my party. I was always the kid who had like 50 kids at my party. Later on the boys would go home and my closest 20 girlfriends would stay over...lol! That's so funny to me now because I don't even have 20 friends anymore! I have a lot of associates but only a hand full of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've grown older I had to come to the realization that the friends I thought were my friends weren't! In the last two years I've had to cut some friends off because they didn't have my best interest at heart. I just can't tolerate that! I give them NO BULLSHIT and I expect none. It hurt my feelings to have to do that but I could see that it wasn't a good fit! I didn't need 20 friends anymore. I met my best friend in pre-school. Her birthday was Thursday...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, S! We've been through a lot together. Breakups,marriage, her two kids etc.. She always tells me she lives vicariously through me...lol! I've never felt the need to have to cut her ass off! She ALWAYS has my best interest at heart and isn't afraid to tell me I'm wrong or that I'm overreacting(I tend to do that sometime). I've always thought that the older you get the harder it is to meet friends. I generally find that to be true. I've been living in NY just shy of 3 years and I must say that I've met the best group of women. They are real,they tell you when you're wrong,they are genuinely happy for your success and will do anything for you. I'm blessed to have met them they have definitely made my stay in NY great. I'm just a lucky person to have met a great group of friends like this. I'm also lucky to have my new blog buddies! Anyway today should be a great day. I'm off to go pick up some last minute stuff and to get my hair and makeup did...lol! Kyle here's your picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best male friend, Chad. I've know this dude since I was in kindergarten! I know you wish you could be here but circumstances didn't allow for it. Keep holding down the "D" and I will see your rotten ass in August!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-5935524399971885575?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5935524399971885575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=5935524399971885575&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5935524399971885575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/5935524399971885575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAauVMXmzFk/SGZAIT6zPTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8hHiesfaYJE/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398452340422557395.post-4119860213672877084</id><published>2008-06-27T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:16:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting it off...</title><content type='html'>This will be short! Off to kick off my birthday celebration at happy Hour at Katra Lounge. They are having 2 for 1 drinks(top shelf included) from 5-7 so I'm about to go get my drank ON!&lt;br /&gt;Not drinking too much though still have a lot of running around to do for the bash tomorrow. Anyway I hope everyone has a happy Friday...I know I will! I will do a quick post tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday shout out Kyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/398452340422557395-4119860213672877084?l=thatgirlshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4119860213672877084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=398452340422557395&amp;postID=4119860213672877084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4119860213672877084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/398452340422557395/posts/default/4119860213672877084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlshell.blogspot.com/2008/06/starting-it-off.html' title='Starting it off...'/><author><name>ShellyShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682361206569478514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRVL2hjQldo/TeaFu-0yk6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nib-ThJgfrA/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
