<?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-18025056</id><updated>2011-11-25T16:31:20.337-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing thru New Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-695452678904832106</id><published>2007-04-22T16:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:27:49.520-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: April 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, love is a feeling that lingers for really long time - even after a relationship is totally over.In fact, you still make have strong feelings for the first person you fell in love with.You usually are reluctant to end relationships. And sometimes you're the last to know that things are ending!&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 5&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 4&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 9th, 18th, and 27th of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-695452678904832106?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/695452678904832106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=695452678904832106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/695452678904832106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/695452678904832106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-birthdate-april-9-for-you-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-5204569540510966539</id><published>2007-03-22T16:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:51:52.867-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rysharde</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing this guy long distance for almost a year and what makes it so bad is that he stays next door to my momma. He use to be the sweetest thing in the world. He is raising a son alone and I thought that was the sweetest thing in the world. He use to always tell me how beautiful I was. But since he got the ass he has been acting a fool. He has gotten another girl pregnant and I heard they are moving in together. He said it isn't true but who am going to believe him or my momma who is his mother's best friend. He has a temper and goes off at the drop of a hat but he feel bad and seems so true when he says he is sorry it can melt your. He has theses sexy eyes that make you want to take the just believe that he is really in to you. But I'm at my limit if I here one more thing it is over and that is the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-5204569540510966539?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5204569540510966539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=5204569540510966539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/5204569540510966539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/5204569540510966539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/rysharde.html' title='Rysharde'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-1114785656096826858</id><published>2006-12-18T22:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:55:54.191-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Hoe</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was in the Navy I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; wild. I have the craziest stories like I remember once me and my friend Glover (we all went by our last names) any way we decided to get rooms at a local hotel. It was funny because I was in a relationship with a wonderful guy. and when your young peer pressure is a bitch. Anyway we just wanted to get away from the base for the weekend so me and Glover decided to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adjoining&lt;/span&gt; rooms I don't know what the hell I was thinking. so we decided to met our other friends for dinner at the Olive Garden. When we got there we saw a guy that Glover had been with and he had this cute friend who had been trying to hook up with me. She went over and talked to them for a while as me and our two other friends finished our dinner. We decided to take a Limo back to the hotel( you can tell we didn't know what to do with our money) and when we got there I saw her friends car. I said" Glover ain't that old boys car" she said "lets go upstairs I need to tell you something to tell you" so we said goodbye to our other friends and got on the elevator. On the way up she told me that she had told old boy that we were staying there. I step off the elevator and they were sitting in front of her door. I also noticed that they had bags in there hands. They said that they wanted to play cards and they got something to drink. I knew that it wasn't going to end well because I didn't know how to hold my liquor back then. We started playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;black mans&lt;/span&gt; favorite game Spades. I knew that his friend Stacy liked me but I had a man, but he was cute as fuck and had green eyes first time I ever saw that on a black man, he had tried talking to me a dozen times and I had not had sex since I joined the military. Moving on they said that they would fix us a drink and we could go get out of the clothes we were in I told Glover to come with me to my room. She grabbed her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; and came with me. She said that Stacy really wanted to hook up with me and that I should give him a try. I reminded her of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Devante&lt;/span&gt; but she said that he would not find out. Let me tell you at 18 that sounded like a winner. I told her I would think about it. When we got back to the room we started playing spades and I remember us winning about 3 games. I also remember as much as I put my cup to my mouth it never seem to get empty. Well it was getting to be about 4am and I told them I would see them later. I was feeling drunk from one cup and I needed to go to sleep. Stacy said he would walk me to my room I forgot all about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adjoining&lt;/span&gt; door so I said okay we got to my door and he asked why I was playing him I told him about my boyfriend. He asked if he was taking care of business I told him that we were waiting for the right time. He said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; is a punk he should at least be licking it for you and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;liquor&lt;/span&gt; was telling me to let him in but i said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; see him late. He kissed me so passionately that I thought I was going to have an orgasm in the hall. I found some willpower and open my door and told him goodnight. I was in my room wishing he would come back and knock on my door. So I went to take a shower. I started to sober up. I walked out of the shower and guess who is sitting on my bed. It was Glover she said that she wanted to get a piece and could I keep Stacy in there with me for a few hours. I wanted to say no but the hoe in me said sure. He came in and said he was sorry that he was keeping me up I said I was going to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt; anyway. All I could think about was Glover saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DeVante&lt;/span&gt; would not find out. I said to myself it has been so long and he was so fine. How Do you play that off ladies? I had shot him down a dozen times and now my drunk horny ass wanted to see what he could do. So this is how it went I said you can lay in the bed if you want. He just smiled and then it was on. that man did things to me I had never ever ever had done by the country boys in Arkansas growing up. He stayed in my room the next night to shit I thought I was in Love I said I need to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Devante&lt;/span&gt; along and marry Stacy. 18 is such a dumb age I don't know how I made it to 20 ( 19 was dumb to) any way on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I was walking him to the door and something told me to stop him. So when I walked behind him in to the hall way to say goodbye he gave me one of the long kisses that make you weak. When he was do I looked up and who is standing in the hall of the same hotel but Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DeVante&lt;/span&gt;. He was picking up his homeboy who's room was directly across from mine..........Boy like is funny sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-1114785656096826858?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1114785656096826858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=1114785656096826858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/1114785656096826858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/1114785656096826858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/military-hoe.html' title='Military Hoe'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-7835911373966159686</id><published>2006-12-17T22:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:19:13.272-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on here in awhile but let me give you a few updates. I now work at Virgin Mobil I know how many feel about them but hey they pay the bills. I have a new friend I have stop seeing that loser Paul but I will miss onething about him. I have been seeing this new guy for about seven months he has his own issues but who doesn't right. His name is RaShad. He is so sweet. He is a single dad who is raising a son on his own which I think is so special. He says some of the nices things. He calls me sometime to say he was thinking of me. Or he will text me to say have a nice day. I don't know how long that will last but we will see. I'm still in Texas but I don't know how long that will last I have that itch and I can't stay in one spot. I need to stay my but in one spot and finish school. My ex said that if I send my kids to my moms and go to school full time he would pay for it but I can't get his ass to pay a light bill so that is a no go and he thinks I'm going to send my babies away he must be out of his damn mind. Well I know I just rambled on but I was trying to get it all in.........ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-7835911373966159686?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7835911373966159686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=7835911373966159686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/7835911373966159686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/7835911373966159686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-7175379752679576493</id><published>2006-11-18T22:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:44:04.062-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in awhile but I'm going to try to post aleast onece a week. It's not like anyone reads this anyway but my sister anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-7175379752679576493?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7175379752679576493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=7175379752679576493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/7175379752679576493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/7175379752679576493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-115104709138768108</id><published>2006-06-22T20:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:18:11.400-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in love with someone who didn't love you back? Well that is what i'm going thru right now. I'm sick it makes my stomach hurt to think of him. I see him and and I hold my breath, yeah i know he is not meant for me but I just can't shake him. WE have been friend's for years but we have been intimate for about 3 yrs and usually I hold my tongue about things with him but when men get too comfortable with you doing that they start to show they ass. I mean yeah he has a girlfriend but don't send the bitch to my house. He must have been high or something. but when I asked him about it he got loud with me in front of his boys, so I got loud too. And said something I didn't mean and now we are over. The best sex I ever had is over I guess it was meant to happen this way because as long as it is him who is mad I can deal with it I know he will come back. But after disrespecting me in front of my family and friends I don't think I can deal with it the drama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-115104709138768108?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115104709138768108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=115104709138768108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/115104709138768108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/115104709138768108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-114790355713203525</id><published>2006-05-17T11:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:20:05.946-11:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&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/18025056-114790355713203525?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114790355713203525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=114790355713203525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114790355713203525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114790355713203525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-funny.html' title='THIS IS FUNNY'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-114790263348129723</id><published>2006-05-17T10:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:51:02.850-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18025056-114790263348129723?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114790263348129723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=114790263348129723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114790263348129723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114790263348129723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/keys-to-your-heartyou-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-114762510075654986</id><published>2006-05-14T05:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:45:00.766-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger and better things</title><content type='html'>I have moved finally and I got a new job. I wish I could stay here I like the people but I need to move on to bigger and better things it takes to long to advance at Cingular at least at this new job you have more chances to advance and it don't take you as long as it does here. but I will mis the free cellphone but hay I will go to metro pcs or something. Anyway I have to get back on the phones. I will post again when I get my computer set up.........po&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-114762510075654986?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114762510075654986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=114762510075654986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114762510075654986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114762510075654986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/bigger-and-better-things.html' title='Bigger and better things'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-114653543935175844</id><published>2006-05-01T13:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:38:33.053-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I crazy?</title><content type='html'>I have been married about 6 yr and 5 out of that six we have been separated and when my husband asked me I thought about giving him a second chance but after I thought of all the lies I found out about after we were married and the other babies he has I thought it would be best if we stayed parents and not husband and wife. I sometime miss having a man in the bed with me but trust it isn't empty that often. I have been dating this guy who is to old for me and he doesn't treat me that well but it's comforting knowing i have him around even though he is always busy and never comes to see me. I mean we have been dating for almost 3 yr and I have never been to his house. I have never met his kids. We never go out. Everyone says he is married but I still don't think so. I can call him in the middle of the night and he will answer his phone and say baby I love you. Have I sunk so low that I'm willing to date a 52 yr old guy who is sometimes mean and unreasonable. I remember back in the day when I would treat guys the way this man is treating me. Karma is a bitch sometime but I'm so tired of him. I think I need tojust get a way and get my groove back I mean hey I still look good even if I put on a little weight. I think it is time for a road trip. Just gass up my car and where ever i end up will be where i party for the weekend........Anyone want to ride shotgun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-114653543935175844?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114653543935175844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=114653543935175844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114653543935175844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114653543935175844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I crazy?'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-114618997063713457</id><published>2006-04-27T13:55:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:58:58.979-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6667/1753/1600/RHONDA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6667/1753/320/RHONDA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are the light of my life. Randy and Beyounc'e. Randy is so goofy but smart as hell. He is being reviewed for the Gifted and Talented, he scored in the 8-9th grade level in science and social studies and he is only in the 3rd grade. He said he is going to be a scientist. I'm so pround and he is going to be a heartbreaker. And who can forget my DIVA i mean she is a hot mess and i know what you guys are saying YOU NAMED YOUR BABY BEYONC'E? I spelled it diffrent and hey I was heavyly medicaded but that is another story and she tihinks she is the next Beyonc'e Knowles she is so grown well got go it's nine and I have clocked out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-114618997063713457?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/114618997063713457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=114618997063713457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114618997063713457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/114618997063713457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-they-are-light-of-my-life.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113938594063191520</id><published>2006-02-07T21:02:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:56:52.295-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lil Randy</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooo happy my son has come home to stay. He is sleeping in his own bed now. I'm blessed I have two beautiful babies and they love me just as much as I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113938594063191520?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113938594063191520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113938594063191520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113938594063191520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113938594063191520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-lil-randy.html' title='My Lil Randy'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113856681054395065</id><published>2006-01-29T07:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:54:23.380-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I usually don't have to work on Sundays but I traded my wed for a co workers Sunday and that way my 2 days off will be together. I'm so Exicited inted my son is moving back home things didn't work out with his dad so now he is coming home this weekend. I don't care much for his dad and his grandparents are a little loopy so that is the reason I don't mind taking him out of school in the middle of the year. He is a good student he will be okay. I have to get my baby they blocked all the cartoon channels so he could not watch them. His dad is not talking to him. Can you belive a grown man is so childish he stops talking to his 9yr old so I swear I hate that man but it is a thin line. I tell you this if I have to anything to do with it he will not see his dad until 9-30-2014 and then he will be 18 and he can make his own decisions and I won't feel bad. His Grandmother says I let him manipulate me but the truth is he was unhappy and treated bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways I have been going out a lot lately and have been having a goodtime. I have this new friend I met a work who like to party just as much as I do and we have been to about 7 clubs in the past two months. So soon I will be letting you guys know the ends and out of Dallas, Tx......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113856681054395065?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113856681054395065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113856681054395065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113856681054395065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113856681054395065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-usually-dont-have-to-work-on-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113709011872654797</id><published>2006-01-12T07:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:21:58.736-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay everyone I know that it a new year and I haven't blogged in about 3 weeks, but everything is going good with the new job. I met some good people and have even found a friend that like to party as much as I do. So in 2 weeks i think we have visited about 5 new clubs and it has been fun. I got my son a autograph from Marquise Daniels of the Dallas Mavericks and I have met many diffrent guys and I have even learned new drinks which is hard to belive since i thought I had tried all and drank all but there are some newones. This year I'm trying to stop smoking so please pray for me. I want to lose some weight about 40 pounds but I have to crawl before I walk I think I wil work on the ost serious now.............I got get back to work........see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113709011872654797?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113709011872654797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113709011872654797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113709011872654797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113709011872654797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-everyone-i-know-that-it-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113475914038019917</id><published>2005-12-16T07:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:52:20.390-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays</title><content type='html'>Everyone remembers the holidays from when you where a child. I had two sisters and a brother at home when I was growing up and I always loved the holidays. I can think back and still remembers how it use to smell. And even though we didn't have a lot of money we always had a good time. I remember we would all go over my grandma's house and my aunt and cousins would be there and we would just sit around and talk it all ways seemed like everything is perfect. Now as an adult I try and bring some of that to my house I can almost get the smell but I can not get the atmosphere right it just doesn't feel like the holidays with out my mother and siblings there . And this will be the first holiday with out my kids my daughter is going to be with her father and my son is already with his. " What do the lonely do at Christmas?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113475914038019917?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113475914038019917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113475914038019917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113475914038019917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113475914038019917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='The holidays'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113458558225455350</id><published>2005-12-14T07:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T07:39:42.273-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at work I just found out we have a internet room so I came in here on my lunch break to find out that we can not check our personal emails. That is crazy then it should be called the computer room because the control what sites you can go to. Right??? I need to start writing in my blogg everyday I donn't want to be like some of the people I know who puts a entry in once a month. I have been thinking about going and getting my hair permed but I like being natural even though my hair gives me the blues it is low maintanes and I like that even more. Me and my cousin said we were going natural together and I cut my hair off first that tramp went to Kansas City for the holidays and permed her shit can you belive that we said we were going to give it a year. I'm pissed off at her I have 3 more months before I reach one long and hard year of being natural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113458558225455350?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113458558225455350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113458558225455350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113458558225455350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113458558225455350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113298748719070491</id><published>2005-11-25T19:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:40:46.993-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Usher made that song for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bad Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/bad-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 20% Good and 80% BadYou're a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes.But you're too badass to even care if you're labeled "bad"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&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/18025056-113298748719070491?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113298748719070491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113298748719070491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113298748719070491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113298748719070491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/11/usher-made-that-song-for-me.html' title='Usher made that song for me'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113151875520578426</id><published>2005-11-09T09:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:50:19.486-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the day</title><content type='html'>I was up late the other night watching tv and I'm a night person so it was about 3am and I was about to go to sleep. So I decided to flip thru the channels before I turned the tv off and BET anounced that next was Crookly so I said that it had been a long time since I saw it so I was going to watch about 15min and go to sleep. I started to watch it and I started thinking back to when I was that little girls age. I remember Braids and beads in my hair,double dutch and hanging outside messing with the boys that hung around. I remember when I was little we lived in Minnesota and we would hang out with our older cousins on Plymouth it was like the projects but a step up.They were popular teenagers so they always had a lot of friends over and and I would hear shit that I wasn't suppose to. That movie brought back shit I had forgot about. I stayed up till 5 in the morning and I had to be at work at 8. Let just say the phones at work were not always answered on the third ring like they are suppose to. But don't you wish times were simple like they were back then. Remember when it was okay for kids to walk up and down the street to the store. Shit I remember when we could walk cross town and not have to worry about anyone messing with us. I would visit my cousins in Kansas City and they would hang out and party till wee hours of the morning. Shit now everyone has to be home and in bed by 9. People don't hang out and drink like they use to. I use to say I can't wait to grow up because I would see my cousins getting ready to go out and after they left we would have to go to bed. And now that I'm grown they don't even go out they are saved and go to church which is cool. I know I'm jus rambling but that movie just brought Back &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she had to get somethings off her chest she missed they days when she was here.I'm have to buy Crookly and let Sister have her time. I wonder if they have it on DVD. I'll call suncoast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113151875520578426?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113151875520578426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113151875520578426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113151875520578426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113151875520578426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the day'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113074251533822427</id><published>2005-10-30T22:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:30:37.946-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6667/1753/1600/angel2devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6667/1753/320/angel2devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be me?&lt;br /&gt;I read something someone said about me having a nasty attitude. I could not believe it and to think I have done everything I could to help this person. I was a ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. But I have gotten so tired of people taking advantage of me. I'm a middle child. I'm the one who did what she was suppose to. I had a older sister that my mom waited 9 years to have and a twin brother who is my mom's only living son. And behind me is my younger sister who is the baby. So you see I'm the middle child I took shit off of my relatives and never complained. I had a aunt who had a bunch of kids and I would take care of those little monsters just to get some attention. So when I grew up I started speaking up for myself and some time I get a little vulgar with it but I want people to know I'm not the same little girl the use to push around. But I still have a good heart I have let people stay with me and not pay a single bill and I would sit in my room and cry because I didn't know how I would pay my bills. I have given people my last dollar and not thought about buying pampers the next week. But to say I have a nasty attitude is outrageous and hurtful. I still get my feelings hurt like I moved to Texas so that I could be with my sister to help me out with my two kids. Sometimes they act like they didn't want to be bothered watching my kids so that I can work so I can up with sending them to there dads so that I can try to work to jobs and go to school save some money and make things better for them. Then I heard there mouths about how sorry I was and that a real mother would not send her kids away. But there is no one to help when I can only pay half the light bill and they turn off my lights or when I get behind and on other bills and they cut something else off. Know I love my kids to death and there is nothing in this world I won't do for them but and haven't did for them. There are something I have done in the past that I would never repeat to anyone else but they got what they needed. Anyways not only my kids but others I have done for I let someone stay with me and she had two kids also and she didn't pay any bills. My lights got cut off for three hours and the bitch talked shit. She was just upset that she missed her soap operas did I say she didn't have a job. I have done more for people in my life then most and for some one to say that I had a nasty attitude hurt my feeling. But I would not let her know that and if she reads this who cares. She is the one who has a stank attitude most of the time. She only does stuff to benefit herself if she can't get something out of it she probly won't do it. I hate asking her to do something for me. like my car broke down a few months ago and now I don't have a car. She acts like I'm bothering her when I ask for a ride to the store or could she drop my daughter off at home. But she isn't always that bad only when she has her ass on her back. But lord knows I'm trying to be a better person and not let people get to me but sometime people can bring the sailor in me. I think I will just close this one down and finish up another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113074251533822427?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113074251533822427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113074251533822427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113074251533822427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113074251533822427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-me.html' title='Is it me?'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-113030498326718292</id><published>2005-10-26T08:03:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:36:23.273-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone special</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with. True I have been married but the next time I wan to marry for love not because the condom broke and I didn't want to be just another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.But me and my ex are cool we haven't been together in aver 5yrs and we will never ever get together but we can talk and be in the same room and not get in to it. I can't stand drama and he can't either so if we have problems we talk them out not asking for much he doesn't have to be LL fine but at least I would want him cute enough to go out in public with. I want him to be sweet, you know the kind to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with. I want him to be thankful when I cook dinner and fix him a plate so that he doesn't have to get up. I want a man who will not tell me to lay down and go to sleep after making love twice and I still want more. I want a man who can love my two kids like he was the one who planted the seed. Is that to much to ask for? A man who don't mind helping out with the bills so that we won't have to sit in the dark.I want a man who knows and feels unconditional love for me and all that I love. I don't think I have ever felt that.But when I do I will beat a sister down for mine. I love love but it seems it doesn't love me. All my sisters here have men that love them I feel like the odd man out sometimes they talk about there men I try to sound interested but real I wish they would just talk about something else. But I do believe there is someone for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-113030498326718292?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/113030498326718292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=113030498326718292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113030498326718292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/113030498326718292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/10/someone-special.html' title='Someone special'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-112995550872062939</id><published>2005-10-21T16:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:31:48.723-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing things up.</title><content type='html'>I feel bad. I moved to Texas about two years. But before I moved here I lived in Kansas City and I had a roommate there and before I moved here she moved to Arkansas. She wanted her twins to be near there father. Who happens to be my twin brother. Anyway before she moved I told here I was coming to Texas and told her to come with me so that me and my sister could help her raise the twins since she said that her family wouldn't. Well she went on to AR and I came on here. Well we stayed in touch and after her and her family stayed into it she called me crying and said she wancome to TX I told her that she could come on and we could get a place together. Well she moved here in Feb and we got a place together. BY June we were into it about some he said she said bullshit but in July we moved into our own place. Now I feel bad she is all the way down here with no family and we barely talk. She picks my daughter up every morning and takes her to school and picks her up and bring her home. She can be sweet as pie some times but she can be a bitch to. I'm not the type to kiss anyone's ass and I don't apologize for shit but I still care about her and I love her kids to death even if they are smart mouth bad asses. She keeps to her self and I just don't want her to think that I could care less. But when we lived together she stayed in her room and didn't talk to me but she would talk to my little 12 year old cousin and tell her little grown ass all my business. ( I can't stand grown ass kids) But that is one of the reasons we don't talk to each other. But I was thinking she has a birthday coming up I was thinking of throwing her a party at my house. But she is the type to not show up and if she did that all hell would break loose. I know my twin brother talks shit to her about me but I could care less but if I ever heard anything he said bad about me I would not have anything to do with him ever. I couldn't tell anyone that but I'm glad to get it off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-112995550872062939?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112995550872062939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=112995550872062939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/112995550872062939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/112995550872062939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-things-up.html' title='Changing things up.'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18025056.post-112969837472768748</id><published>2005-10-18T19:42:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:09:20.966-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone. I have had a lot on my mind and my sister told me about how she told me about her blog. So I decided to start my own. I think of simpler times. I remember going to dances and hanging out with my friends. I remember when I was about 11 and every weekend we stayed over to my grandmothers. It was my three cousins Vicki, Tina, and Micheal. There was four of us my two sisters Shalonda and Kisha. My twin brother Randy and myself. remember Shalond and Vicki were a year older than me and Randy and Tina was a year younger than us and Kisha and Micheal were a year younger that her. We stayed in a lot of shit I remember the Dream Team Scientist. My brother made that one up. Vicki and Shalonda didn't like to hang out with us so it would just be the four of us. We would take our grandma's pills, what ever we would find in the medicine cabinet and the kirtchen and mix it all together until it started bubbling and say that we had made a creation. it was so funny then. Life is not shit what I thought it would be I tell you that. I thought I would stay a virgin until my wedding night and Have four kids and be a nurse I was going to to do it all. I would never had thought I would have kids and no husband but as I said life is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18025056-112969837472768748?l=seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112969837472768748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18025056&amp;postID=112969837472768748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/112969837472768748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18025056/posts/default/112969837472768748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingthruneweyes.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is funny'/><author><name>MzHickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03449034330550000947</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/_ICLpqS0dqKI/SZSnSP03KAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KlPn39s-0Zk/S220/PhotoMoto0080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
