<?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-6846702432915657860</id><updated>2011-12-09T20:37:58.341-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Food4Thought'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Lets get it'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='HoSh*t'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='This Sux'/><category term='Gems'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>...Angel On My Left...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-2637986748334543454</id><published>2011-06-21T06:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:34:29.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Serenity..</title><summary type='text'>Some things just seem so unreachable.  Some things you wish you could plug the location into a gps and navigate your way there.  Some places once you get there you wish you could simply make a few clicks and clean it away as easy as a virus on a computer.  


Pain.





This thing that you never invited into your body, into your heart, moves in and takes over, affecting all other systems and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2637986748334543454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/06/serenity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2637986748334543454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2637986748334543454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/06/serenity.html' title='Serenity..'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-4469482211510532382</id><published>2011-05-31T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:25:00.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>It Really Is A Shame...</title><summary type='text'>

"...I see through all of you and its so clear..."  Love Eve!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4469482211510532382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-really-is-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/4469482211510532382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/4469482211510532382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-really-is-shame.html' title='It Really Is A Shame...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/361P_nyxoPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1489241153814330453</id><published>2011-05-20T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:58:00.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Open Mic...</title><summary type='text'>The Strong Black Woman is Dead!


On August 15, 1999 at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away, without the slightest bit of hoopla. Medical sources say that she died of natural causes, but those who knew and used her know she died from: being silent when she should have been screaming, milling when she should have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1489241153814330453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/open-mic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1489241153814330453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1489241153814330453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/open-mic.html' title='Open Mic...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUMW9qFNYHM/TdXQBwbYzqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/aWrtkfVEg2Q/s72-c/a-womans-work-by-wak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-8179743963718534596</id><published>2011-05-18T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:37:21.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>When people show you who they are...</title><summary type='text'>I would say 95% of the time when things go bad in a relationship, the female knew it was coming.  We have this tendency to ignore red lights and flashing signs when we meet somebody we think we wanna be with.  You know, those things that tell us "Un un girl he aint the one, RUN!!"  We make excuses for things that really speak for themselves...

He's over the age of 30 (hell even 25) and doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8179743963718534596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-people-show-you-who-they-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8179743963718534596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8179743963718534596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-people-show-you-who-they-are.html' title='When people show you who they are...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-5624123616156620901</id><published>2010-12-22T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:54:19.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Truths and Randoms</title><summary type='text'>"Truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water..."

It's definitely a boy.  Don't ask me how I know, and as much as I want another girl, I'm convinced this is a boy.  And as the acne takes me back to my teenage years, my belts are a thing of the past and I can no longer see the striations in my abs that I worked so hard for, I find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5624123616156620901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/truths-and-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5624123616156620901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5624123616156620901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/truths-and-randoms.html' title='Truths and Randoms'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1698195746112584534</id><published>2010-12-02T15:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:04:41.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Karma aint the bitch...</title><summary type='text'>I'd say fate is...
So Saturday my boyfriend and I had a huge falling out.  I went looking to find out some things that it was obvious that he'd been hiding, and found out a little more than I bargained for.  I ended up emailing his baby's mom and telling her about us, in an attempt to find out when/if they'd in fact broken up.

That was pretty much a dead end street, because the answers she gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1698195746112584534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/karma-aint-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1698195746112584534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1698195746112584534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/karma-aint-bitch.html' title='Karma aint the bitch...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-5726749847692940236</id><published>2010-11-28T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:26:28.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>When you go looking...</title><summary type='text'>Shouldn't be anything to find!



At least thats my opinion but obviously I'm one of very few who believe that.  I know at this point no one can EVER tell me that there is no truth behind a woman's intuition because I swear before everything good it has NEVER led me wrong. 

Maybe I'll post what happened soon but for now I'll just say fool me once...

Never again...

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5726749847692940236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-go-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5726749847692940236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5726749847692940236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-go-looking.html' title='When you go looking...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-8356640376880422498</id><published>2010-09-21T11:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:08:03.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Changes!</title><summary type='text'>Didn't realize it'd been so long since I'd written anything.  Looking back at old posts I see that some things have changed.  But hey the more they change...well...

So I got rid of X...big surprise.  Just couldn't take the drama and the theatrics.  I need to be in a relationship where I can be the female, no role reversals here.  

Celebrated my 30th in Las Vegas over Labor Day weekend.  Can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8356640376880422498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8356640376880422498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8356640376880422498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes.html' title='Changes!'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1949867935798645245</id><published>2010-07-08T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:15:06.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Never a Right Time...</title><summary type='text'>...to say good bye...

So obviously the break didn't work.  2 days into it he ended up calling me and telling me how miserable he was, that not having me to talk to or 'completely' in his life was too hard.  So I said fine, forget the break.  But didnt take a day for us to be back at it again.  Or maybe I should say for him to be on my nerves again and we were arguing.

Maybe the problem is me.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1949867935798645245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-right-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1949867935798645245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1949867935798645245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-right-time.html' title='Never a Right Time...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1698280602872934264</id><published>2010-07-03T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:37:35.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Time To Regroup</title><summary type='text'>So finally something had to give.  In all our talks it finally took my mom to get him to realize that sometimes when you try your hardest to hold tightly on to something you cause the very thing to happen that you were trying to prevent.

 I went home for a week Memorial Day and I won't say we argued the whole time but it was definitely tense.  I stayed with him this time instead of with my mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1698280602872934264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-regroup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1698280602872934264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1698280602872934264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-regroup.html' title='Time To Regroup'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-2249729942495279100</id><published>2010-06-03T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:05:20.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I really think...</title><summary type='text'>He is crazy...

That is all for now...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2249729942495279100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2249729942495279100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2249729942495279100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-think.html' title='I really think...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-7227116776592990376</id><published>2010-05-19T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:41:01.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HoSh*t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>It Aint No Fun...</title><summary type='text'>"...If the homies can't have none..."
So picture a guy in a situation with a girl where they are basically just messing around, not really anything serious.  After a period of time, knowing that the girl is really feeling him, the guy is able to convince the girl into sleeping with his cousin AND one of his boys.  Not at the same time (like a train), but on different occasions she sleeps with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7227116776592990376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-aint-no-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7227116776592990376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7227116776592990376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-aint-no-fun.html' title='It Aint No Fun...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-6766307562607693895</id><published>2010-05-08T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:35:50.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I May See Why People Cheat...</title><summary type='text'>And it's crazy for me to admit that as a woman.  But I think I see it.  When I was making my list of things I wanted God to give me, I thought I was pretty specific but now I see I left a few things out.  This dude has a lot going for him but I just cannot get with arguing over every little thing.  When he's upset its like dealing with a child, he sulks and drags things out for days, until he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6766307562607693895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-may-see-why-people-cheat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/6766307562607693895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/6766307562607693895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-may-see-why-people-cheat.html' title='I May See Why People Cheat...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1877079794823089977</id><published>2010-04-15T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:01:27.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Konnichiha!</title><summary type='text'>Day one in Japan on business and I'm excited! It's definitely been an adventure already.  8 hour flight from Hawaii, slept the entire way (thanks to a little assistance from Tylenol PM).  My coworkers and I caught the subway from the airport to our hotel in Tokyo, that was an experience in itself.  Imagine 2 whites and 1 black in a sea of Asian...we stuck out like sore thumbs. 



One man who was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1877079794823089977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/konnichiha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1877079794823089977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1877079794823089977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/konnichiha.html' title='Konnichiha!'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-8695261928465075211</id><published>2010-04-10T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:30:57.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Paradox</title><summary type='text'>"He was a really great boyfriend except for the fact that he cheated..." 

Makes perfect sense to me, but I guess I can see how one could cancel out the other.  New relationship, we'll call him X, who feels like he can't escape the ghosts of my relationships past.  Namely one ex-boyfriend who I've mentioned here before, we'll call him Blue.  I feel like Blue and I had a really good relationship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8695261928465075211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8695261928465075211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8695261928465075211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1605212768517517341</id><published>2009-12-26T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:40:03.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Sux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry? Ha....</title><summary type='text'>Day 3 of being in a hotel, but there is hope!  I couldnt get out of Baltimore on Monday due to the backlog of flights that were cancelled on Saturday during the blizzard.  And let me just take this time to say I will NEVER...EVER..(insert Smokey voice here)...book a flight with Delta Airlines. They are THE most unprofessional, uncoordinated bunch of asses I have ever had to deal with.  There were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1605212768517517341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1605212768517517341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1605212768517517341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-ha.html' title='Merry? Ha....'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1837438191771463566</id><published>2009-11-23T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:18:54.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>And Then They're Gone...</title><summary type='text'>Last Tuesday my grandfather passed away, after a short (or long?) battle with lung cancer.  I barely even remember him smoking, he stopped when I was 9 or 10 (a good 20 years ago), but I guess by then the damage was already done because it still caught up with him.

He was that person who was the class clown; always joking and playing, sometimes to the point where we'd say 'Hush Papa you play to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1837438191771463566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-theyre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1837438191771463566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1837438191771463566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-theyre-gone.html' title='And Then They&apos;re Gone...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-6374631050903619892</id><published>2009-11-04T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:52:36.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Trey Songz-Invented Sex</title><summary type='text'>



*sigh*  Cigarette please?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6374631050903619892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/6374631050903619892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/6374631050903619892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Trey Songz-Invented Sex'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-2518380850946586510</id><published>2009-10-25T23:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:56:44.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Art Imitates Life?</title><summary type='text'>

So after days of 'boycotting' in my own little way, I decided to go ahead and listen to Rhianna's latest single.  Just reading the lyrics on NecoleBitchie I figured it would be hella depressing, but I didnt realize how much until the very end of the song (if you've heard it then you know what I'm referring to).



The song has already stirred controversy, with Tiffany Evans saying it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2518380850946586510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-after-days-of-boycotting-in-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2518380850946586510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/2518380850946586510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-after-days-of-boycotting-in-my-own.html' title='Art Imitates Life?'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SuUROALJ8sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BYjYcOjbWSk/s72-c/alg_album_rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-49767469098947970</id><published>2009-10-24T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:41:17.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Slow Love</title><summary type='text'>

Ok for all my 80's babies, this one is what I call a throwback. Aside from the short puffy tail in the back and the one gold-trimmed tooth in the front, lol, I love everyhing about this song.  Reminisce with me :-)





xoxo

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So I log on Twitter and I'm reading one of my favorite blogger's timelines trying to see if I missed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1616764235684100463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/resurrection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1616764235684100463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1616764235684100463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-7648910603479553711</id><published>2009-10-10T15:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:17:19.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Melanie Fiona "It Kills Me"</title><summary type='text'>There is really no legitimate purpose for this post, other than to say I can absolutely relate to the lyrics and that I am in love with her voice.  We all do crazy things for love, things that surpass all understanding, even to the ones in the moment. No matter how much we know we should leave, that one word will make us stay in the worst of situations.Anywho.....enjoy :-)&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7648910603479553711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7648910603479553711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7648910603479553711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-break.html' title='Melanie Fiona &quot;It Kills Me&quot;'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-7328495771300580885</id><published>2009-10-06T21:27:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:26:31.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>The Steve Harvey Experience</title><summary type='text'>So I came home today ranting and raving on Twitter about yet another person who's proving to be a disappointment, when somebody suggested I go buy the book Act Like a Lady Think Like a Man by Steve Harvey.  Since this is about the 5 or 6th person who suggested the same thing, about 15 minutes later I was in my car on my way to Border's bookstore to pick up a copy.  My plan is no dating whatsoever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7328495771300580885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/steve-harvey-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7328495771300580885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/7328495771300580885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/steve-harvey-experience.html' title='The Steve Harvey Experience'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/Ssv0Vh7vD3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/zkzFZnl9oQc/s72-c/steveharvey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1845385416857077855</id><published>2009-10-03T23:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:56:00.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>First Transition Style</title><summary type='text'>*Twist out*

Since moving to DC a year ago and realizing how expensive beauty salons are here (relaxers start at $65 and go up depending on length), I decided to go ahead and make the transition from relaxed to natural. My last relaxer was in February of this year so I'm going on 8 months creamy-crack free. 






Some days I'll rock a straight style, thanks to my beloved hot pink Chi. Other days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1845385416857077855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-transition-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1845385416857077855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1845385416857077855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-transition-style.html' title='First Transition Style'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/Ssgpa595ZNI/AAAAAAAAADE/6TU7pVUQH24/s72-c/DSCN1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-8930400756913748918</id><published>2009-10-02T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:39:36.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gems'/><title type='text'>Gem of the Day</title><summary type='text'>
“The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.” Maureen Dowd



&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8930400756913748918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/gem-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8930400756913748918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/8930400756913748918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/gem-of-day.html' title='Gem of the Day'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsbBw38mQZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yFLN3lkdAA0/s72-c/blackloveart18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-9132930701413763074</id><published>2009-10-02T22:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:57:17.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Games we play</title><summary type='text'>So I got an 'interesting' text today from a somewhat 'old' flame. I say somewhat old because we only stopped talking a few months ago.  At first he was the guy that I wasn't really paying attention too, but then after awhile I figured he seemed to have his sh*t together so I decided to give him a chance. Everything was going really good for awhile, until one day I made a 'joke' about him not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/9132930701413763074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/games-we-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/9132930701413763074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/9132930701413763074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/games-we-play.html' title='Games we play'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-3878378073896409719</id><published>2009-10-01T23:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:19:20.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gems'/><title type='text'>Stones &amp; Jewels</title><summary type='text'>"If you go outside, you can find a thousand stones on the ground. They are lying around everywhere.  You can just pick any one of them up anytime and put it right into your pocket, or throw it back onto the ground.  It has no value, so no one cares.  But when a stone is a precious jewel, it is surrounded and protected.  You'll have to work very hard to earn it, and even harder to keep it for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3878378073896409719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/stones-jewels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/3878378073896409719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/3878378073896409719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/stones-jewels.html' title='Stones &amp; Jewels'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsV3S0hT8kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Xag_24CRhg/s72-c/shiny-diamond.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-5972662602452912432</id><published>2009-10-01T17:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:19:58.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Revelations</title><summary type='text'>You ever think you mean something to someone and find out later you really didnt mean anything? Wow how that can hurt.I had a 'fling' for a short time with a coworker (first mistake right), that lasted only a few months. During that time we agreed that if someone else entered the picture for either of us we would be honest about it....after all it wasnt a 'relationship' we had, just more of a '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5972662602452912432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5972662602452912432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/5972662602452912432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/10/revelations.html' title='Revelations'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846702432915657860.post-1856262373438618250</id><published>2009-09-29T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:20:17.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lets get it'/><title type='text'>...and so I blog...</title><summary type='text'>You ever think about things and wonder if you're alone in your thoughts?  Or wonder if the things you go through are unique to only your life? I do...all the time...Never was very good at keeping a diary.  I remember I tried once in school right after I surrendered the big V (we'll leave ages unsaid)..but I quickly gave that up after my mom found it and went ballistic at my 'excursions'.  After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1856262373438618250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-i-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1856262373438618250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846702432915657860/posts/default/1856262373438618250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelonmyleft.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-i-blog.html' title='...and so I blog...'/><author><name>*Me*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576532380606648602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkHt2lYDhFE/SsKm55iPbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KWASEB7XKCs/S220/Stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
