<?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-32352456</id><updated>2012-02-10T05:46:45.059-08:00</updated><category term='Keep it Pushin&apos;'/><title type='text'>CONSCIOUS STREAMS OF CREATIVITY</title><subtitle type='html'>CONSCIOUS STREAMS OF CREATIVITY
My Mind is a terrible thing to waste!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-942667579855939983</id><published>2010-05-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:47:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VEGAS IS MY KIND OF TOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's better than hot fun in the sun? Going to a JabbaWockeez show at the MGM Grand's Hollywood Theatre. Yea boy...JabbaWockeez tore up the stage with the first ever Hip Hop dance show on the strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473064240332788626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q67dXt05I/AAAAAAAAB44/G55ggFsDQLM/s320/JBWKZ+Ad+on+Truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473059948463783938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q3Bo6aAAI/AAAAAAAAB4I/p60CC9W9oQ0/s320/Chris+JBWKZ+sign+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473059408785176722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q2iOc_-JI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Mk2xqb3hUAQ/s320/SupaCrw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473059400235509922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q2hummaKI/AAAAAAAAB34/afAJvln-NWw/s320/SupaCrew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chillin' at the timeshare in Vegas...this is how we roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473064241968702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q67jdv5dI/AAAAAAAAB5A/7F1a9oyjGpU/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473064253294858978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q68NqHUuI/AAAAAAAAB5I/AlYQwtfDs0Y/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473062968270054018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q5xakU4oI/AAAAAAAAB4w/a7MKUIxXyio/s320/Kev+%26+Zeke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473062953156213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q5wiQ5-dI/AAAAAAAAB4g/LJfZlMvGO-c/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473062960028490018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q5w73YmSI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Xjn6YJ2y0MA/s320/Cher+Nyomi+%26+Grandmommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473064255959443986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q68XlZqhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/cRMBUN6lCgs/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q3B-WfFsI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/H_mpOX-9nb8/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473059954218702530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q3B-WfFsI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/H_mpOX-9nb8/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We shopped, we swam, we chilled out on the patio...this is my kind of mini-vacay. Can't wait for another visit to the desert, hangin' with my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-942667579855939983?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/942667579855939983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=942667579855939983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/942667579855939983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/942667579855939983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2010/05/vegas-is-my-kind-of-town-whats-better.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S_Q67dXt05I/AAAAAAAAB44/G55ggFsDQLM/s72-c/JBWKZ+Ad+on+Truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6251062939353446988</id><published>2010-04-26T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:49:58.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S9YPzQzasBI/AAAAAAAAB1w/AiXtYAaVOLM/s1600/199799192%3Bencoding%3Djpg%3Bsize%3D300%3Bfallback%3DdefaultImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464572571219046418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S9YPzQzasBI/AAAAAAAAB1w/AiXtYAaVOLM/s320/199799192%3Bencoding%3Djpg%3Bsize%3D300%3Bfallback%3DdefaultImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE SIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shopping for shoes this weekend and went downtown Los Angeles to check out some cool boutiques I saw a few months ago. I went into this one boutique and was grooving to what I was hearing on their sound system. I "had" to know who the artist was, so the sales girl gave me the 411 and today I bought the album on line. Yeah!! The song playing was "Sweeter Love"by Blue Six. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This music is considered "Electronic/ Techno/House Music " but I don't care...it takes me away with it's ethereal beats and soothing melodies. The vocalist is so awesome too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's the bio on the creator of Blue Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musician, producer and remixer Jay Denes, better known as Blue Six, was born in Newark, NJ. After moving to N.Y.C., the newcomer failed to get seriously involved in the local music scene until hip-hop producer Bob Power hooked him up with Dave Boonshoff. Jay Denes began working on his own freestyle project soon after naming himself Blue Six. Released by Naked Music, his debut full-length record called Beautiful Tomorrow delivered a mix of electronic music, soulful pop, and smooth jazz, featuring contributions from multi-instrumentalist Marc Anthony Jones. ~ Drago Bonacich, All Music Guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving what I'm hearing on this album, "Beautiful Tomorrow." I love it when I find gems like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6251062939353446988?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6251062939353446988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6251062939353446988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6251062939353446988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6251062939353446988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-six-i-was-shopping-for-shoes-this.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S9YPzQzasBI/AAAAAAAAB1w/AiXtYAaVOLM/s72-c/199799192%3Bencoding%3Djpg%3Bsize%3D300%3Bfallback%3DdefaultImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-259631659017491828</id><published>2009-05-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:28:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460483301247255602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S8eIobDLhDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/rMM26YKRVmo/s320/m_14d5342a5693f12c5bad0b38ef3f28ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 15, 2009 many hearts were pained to hear that muscial prodigy, Robert L. Brookins, passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This local hometown hero was a legend in the music industry. He was like my little brother, and his family is my family. I've known Robert since he was 7 years old. His brother, Michael, and I were childhood sweethearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the tight knit Northern California community of Del Paso Heights, "Little Robert &amp;amp; The Fondells" were legendary performers and were as popular as The Jackson 5 in our neighborhood. Our schools, and community were put on the map because of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert's credentials are far and wide in the music biz. He was a consumate entertainer; singing, writing and arranging for so many great musicians, and managing to have his own solo career as well. Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire take credit for launching the break off group, "Afterbach", but a proposed spot on the Ed Sullivan helped launch Little Robert &amp;amp; The Fondells. They never made it on, but were the talk of the town for many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hometown heroes to all of us, Little Robert &amp;amp; The Fondells won talent show after talent show, and traveled all over California performing at State Fairs and other noteworthy venues. B.B. King was one of Robert's favorites to perform with, and they made sweet music together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert cultivated a relationship with Stephanie Mills in the 1980's and recorded a duet with her, remaking the classic Donny Hathaway &amp;amp; Robert Flack song, "Where is the Love?". Thus began his ascent to stardom. Many may not have known his name, but many knew his talent as it was later revealed. George Duke, Stanley Clarke and other reknown musicians routinely worked with Robert and admired his arrangements and musical adeptness. He was a musical genius that the world never fully embraced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thrilled to see him perform on stage with Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire when he visited DC back in the late 1990's. We had so much fun reminiscing. He left a legacy that most muscians only dream of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before his death, he created his band and they began playing in Sacramento at a local club owned by Basketball player, Chris Weber. Robert was also the band leader for a late night talk show from Las Vegas featuring DL Hughley, George Lopez and other well known comedians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His CD, "Sweet Dreams" was his final work, and we're grateful to have his words and music for as long as we live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Dreams indeed Robert...rest in peace until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-259631659017491828?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/259631659017491828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=259631659017491828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/259631659017491828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/259631659017491828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-dreams-on-april-15-2009-many.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S8eIobDLhDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/rMM26YKRVmo/s72-c/m_14d5342a5693f12c5bad0b38ef3f28ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7501975233782460478</id><published>2009-04-06T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:06:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received some very lovely flowers (and cards) for my birthday this March 21st. I even took a day trip to Vegas and won a few bucks. I had a great week celebrating my birthday this year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp6Iw99wsI/AAAAAAAABsw/SbHZxnOHih4/s1600-h/Btdhday+Flwrs-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321700200694006466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp6Iw99wsI/AAAAAAAABsw/SbHZxnOHih4/s320/Btdhday+Flwrs-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp6Is--lvI/AAAAAAAABso/g_3IqGxdqO8/s1600-h/Bthday+Flwrs-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321700199624513266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp6Is--lvI/AAAAAAAABso/g_3IqGxdqO8/s320/Bthday+Flwrs-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp7ZTmGi-I/AAAAAAAABtA/1X6pv_UYAZ8/s1600-h/IMG_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321701584378694626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp7ZTmGi-I/AAAAAAAABtA/1X6pv_UYAZ8/s320/IMG_4043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's right, bring on the flowers for this SPRING BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU FAMILY AND FRIENDS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp7ZRD4ftI/AAAAAAAABs4/65Bl5cLqrmk/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321701583698296530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp7ZRD4ftI/AAAAAAAABs4/65Bl5cLqrmk/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7501975233782460478?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7501975233782460478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7501975233782460478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7501975233782460478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7501975233782460478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me-i-received-some.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Sdp6Iw99wsI/AAAAAAAABsw/SbHZxnOHih4/s72-c/Btdhday+Flwrs-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3735148759084690490</id><published>2009-03-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:52:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BOB FOSSE &amp;amp; GWEN VERDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge Bob Fosse fan. I was fortunate to find the above video clip of Bob's wife Gwen doing some classic "Fosse" choreography and I couldn't resist posting it. You've gotta love these ladies and how they move and groove to the music. They've got these bumps and pelvic thrusts down to a science and they're not afraid to use them. Talk about Lethal Weapons.....I am not mad at them! This kind of dance was so liberating and free, and I just love the whimsical (you know me and whimsy) head and body correlations. It's "coolness" at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a previous post on Beyonce's "Get Me Bodied" music video, I stated how the choreography was from "Sweet Charity" and how much I loved that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I posted another video clip showing how Beyonce has again used Fosse moves in her "Single Ladies" music video. The video shows Beyonce and Gwen side by side doing these Fosse moves. I guess Beyonce's choreographer is a big fan too 'cause they sure keep (stealing) using them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3735148759084690490?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3735148759084690490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3735148759084690490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3735148759084690490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3735148759084690490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-fosse-gwen-verdon-i-am-huge-bob.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6382554608406611428</id><published>2009-01-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:58:27.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SX-dADBkfsI/AAAAAAAABrc/ahTBa63heE8/s1600-h/84494659_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124310948445890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SX-dADBkfsI/AAAAAAAABrc/ahTBa63heE8/s320/84494659_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you still on high from the inauguration of our 44th President? I sure am. I have been feeling the love man, from all corners of the globe and it's so cool. Who would have thunk this man could generate such greatness, such hope, such support as he's done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's so adept and he's got so much intelligence and style. That's why everyone loves him....he's going to be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;House Republicans or not...this is his time to show the world how it should be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I say I was in heaven on Jan. 20th, I was. Sheer joy covered me while watching all the pomp and circumstance. Carry on Mr. President Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6382554608406611428?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6382554608406611428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6382554608406611428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6382554608406611428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6382554608406611428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SX-dADBkfsI/AAAAAAAABrc/ahTBa63heE8/s72-c/84494659_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-5566412698125616753</id><published>2009-01-09T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:11:06.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ARTIST MARK WAGNER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Statement on Collage with Currency: "The one dollar bill is the most ubiquitous piece of paper in America. Collage asks the question: what might be done to make it something else? It is a ripe material: intaglio printed on sturdy linen stock, covered in decorative filigree, and steeped in symbolism and concept. Blade and glue transform it-reproducing the effects of tapestries, paints, engravings, mosaics, and computers-striving for something bizarre, beautiful, or unbelievable... the foreign in the familiar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeRwjuoBwI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZnRXuSC5pb0/s1600-h/dollartwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289356550780487426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeRwjuoBwI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZnRXuSC5pb0/s320/dollartwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeQ1DNWjKI/AAAAAAAABqA/2-4x062aBUw/s1600-h/dollarone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355528438713506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeQ1DNWjKI/AAAAAAAABqA/2-4x062aBUw/s320/dollarone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeQ1pDMVrI/AAAAAAAABqQ/RYyVJXIb7T8/s1600-h/MarkWagner003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeQ6vcgiDI/AAAAAAAABqg/fy3q6RGATLE/s1600-h/MARKWAGNER_125c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeQ1Tyx4eI/AAAAAAAABqI/4uT9kmbZYoE/s1600-h/MarkWagner002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dollar has never looked better. Very cool indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-5566412698125616753?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5566412698125616753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=5566412698125616753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5566412698125616753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5566412698125616753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2009/01/artist-mark-wagner-dollars-never-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SWeRwjuoBwI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZnRXuSC5pb0/s72-c/dollartwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-1482699540406863421</id><published>2008-12-29T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:47:47.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE HAIRED LADY SIGHTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on Tues. (Dec. 23) I was heading for the bus to go home and saw an elderly lady talking to some young women at the corner as I walked by. I've seen this woman before because she dresses pretty outlandish, and she's always got this huge rag tied around her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I hadn't noticed before was "orange hair" peeking out from all this wrapped hair and rags. COULD IT BE?? IS IT REALLY HER??? I looked at her clothing and she was dressed in a beautiful full red skirt with crinoline underneath. The skirt also had gold trim and she wore a red jacket or blouse. She had so much stuff in her arms and on her body, I couldn't tell where one thing ended and the other began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately began looking for my camera. Oh no! It was at the bottom of my tote bag. My arms were full with Christmas bags, so I couldn't quite reach it. And then I saw the bus approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got on the bus and sat down, I saw her get on too and she sat in the first seat right behind the driver. I searched for my camera again, but she held her head down and hid her face behind all her packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lady, give me a break here! You're right here, right here and I can't get to my camera. There were people blocking my view too, so I couldn't very well ask them to move so that I could get a shot of this eccentric lady in the red outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got off at her stop, but I had to pack that night to leave town for Christmas vacation. I'm making progress though. I know that she lives in my neighborhood. So I will not miss the next opportunity to either talk to her or get her photo......I will show the world who you are Orange Haired Lady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's as infamous as the Asian woman who used to ride the bus with me who wore decorative face masks and carried awesome handbags. I may have mentioned her in an earlier post, but the great thing was that this Asian woman and I did speak about one particular purse she was carrying because I just loved it. From her inspiration, I made a similar purse and submitted it to be published in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haute Handbags&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...and they accepted it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you wonderous and mysterious women of the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...you are in my presence for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXF1_lDI/AAAAAAAABm4/NaAcGBCkoBc/s1600-h/1belbag07_cvr_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285690341494592562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXF1_lDI/AAAAAAAABm4/NaAcGBCkoBc/s320/1belbag07_cvr_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqNzJT9PGI/AAAAAAAABnY/n4AJzsO8adI/s1600-h/HH-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693022485167202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqNzJT9PGI/AAAAAAAABnY/n4AJzsO8adI/s320/HH-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqNyzj0LUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/XaFw1qKbifg/s1600-h/HH-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693016646102338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqNyzj0LUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/XaFw1qKbifg/s320/HH-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXsud_nI/AAAAAAAABnI/cb7EckUgwu8/s1600-h/Burlap+%26+Flwrs+Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXK1PxkI/AAAAAAAABnA/zE24_INRQlI/s1600-h/Burlap+%26+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXF1_lDI/AAAAAAAABm4/NaAcGBCkoBc/s1600-h/1belbag07_cvr_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-1482699540406863421?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1482699540406863421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=1482699540406863421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1482699540406863421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1482699540406863421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange-haired-lady-sighting-ok-on-tues.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SVqLXF1_lDI/AAAAAAAABm4/NaAcGBCkoBc/s72-c/1belbag07_cvr_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-4917363102120898365</id><published>2008-12-17T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:47:36.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280888194175607058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SUl71VBkIRI/AAAAAAAABmA/e55_i9piF1c/s320/5114837695_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE ORANGE HAIRED LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was waiting on a subway platform one evening when this elderly woman with Orange hair walked by. I could tell she was a woman of the world by her attire, not to mention that big orange wig she was wearing. She was dressed rather fashionably in a well worn leather jacket and boots with shirts tied around her waist. She was a bit displaced, as she was mumbling to herself, but I couldn't help myself. I found her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinating and&lt;/span&gt; watched as she walked to the far end of the platform and boarded the train as its doors opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to myself, "I can't believe her hair." I wished I had thought to take a picture, but I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months later I was going home on the Metro train, and this woman walked past me from the rear and sat in a seat two rows ahead of me. I could not believe that it was the Orange-haired lady again. I pulled out my camera phone and took a snapshot. I couldn't believe my luck to see her again and get a chance to take this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there in amazement, thinking about her; how she came to create her persona. What was with the orange hair? I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarassed&lt;/span&gt; to walk to the front and try to take a picture of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the train smiling because fate brought her to me again, but left me realizing - who she is and who she was will have to remain a mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-4917363102120898365?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4917363102120898365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=4917363102120898365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4917363102120898365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4917363102120898365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange-haired-lady-i-was-waiting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SUl71VBkIRI/AAAAAAAABmA/e55_i9piF1c/s72-c/5114837695_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8468416301027065322</id><published>2008-11-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:45:47.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMERICA HAS SPOKEN.....our 44th President has been elected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SRHbUwhpR6I/AAAAAAAABKY/qKm2wCOlFqQ/s1600-h/capt_da40e07584754662900693822fa30b69_obama_2008_paab144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230589042706338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SRHbUwhpR6I/AAAAAAAABKY/qKm2wCOlFqQ/s320/capt_da40e07584754662900693822fa30b69_obama_2008_paab144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Congratulations Barack Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8468416301027065322?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8468416301027065322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8468416301027065322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8468416301027065322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8468416301027065322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/11/american-has-spoken.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SRHbUwhpR6I/AAAAAAAABKY/qKm2wCOlFqQ/s72-c/capt_da40e07584754662900693822fa30b69_obama_2008_paab144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3867436768830472569</id><published>2008-10-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:14:41.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAMA OBAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In ancient times, a Queen ruled beside her King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She has risen again to take her place on the throne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All Hail Michelle Obama...the next first lady of these United States of America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdar1wpRnI/AAAAAAAABIY/3IG5Y2a6dys/s1600-h/b522830b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274398817699442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdar1wpRnI/AAAAAAAABIY/3IG5Y2a6dys/s320/b522830b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdarzkt5CI/AAAAAAAABIQ/4DbpTdYSrgM/s1600-h/e189e849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274398230799394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdarzkt5CI/AAAAAAAABIQ/4DbpTdYSrgM/s320/e189e849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdhRlYC2zI/AAAAAAAABIg/Vwyg3FU5rVI/s1600-h/capt_d603adf3aeac447591a4d3c21e986125_michelle_obama_leno_ksd103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262281644324346674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdhRlYC2zI/AAAAAAAABIg/Vwyg3FU5rVI/s320/capt_d603adf3aeac447591a4d3c21e986125_michelle_obama_leno_ksd103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdhRouiVFI/AAAAAAAABIo/dwMlcUgJ258/s1600-h/capt_da40e07584754662900693822fa30b69_obama_2008_paab144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3867436768830472569?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3867436768830472569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3867436768830472569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3867436768830472569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3867436768830472569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/10/mama-obama-in-ancient-times-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SQdar1wpRnI/AAAAAAAABIY/3IG5Y2a6dys/s72-c/b522830b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-2869144052284660454</id><published>2008-09-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:26:08.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOIN' TO LAS VEGAS...LOST WAGES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little late downloading these pics, but better late than never. Cousin Dena and I traveled to Las Vegas and met some great folks. One in particular, our friend Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were everywhere in Las Vegas.....Rio Casino's Voodoo Lounge......Jay-Z's 40/40 Club....the Convention Center....Shopping in the mall....we had a blast!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY4v9ismI/AAAAAAAABFo/-IC79Vewdbc/s1600-h/Chris-Ed-Dena.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972728926646882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY4v9ismI/AAAAAAAABFo/-IC79Vewdbc/s320/Chris-Ed-Dena.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY56rLytI/AAAAAAAABGI/bbZQaSIOC5Q/s1600-h/Voodoo+Lng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972748982307538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY56rLytI/AAAAAAAABGI/bbZQaSIOC5Q/s320/Voodoo+Lng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbYgeQO3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/ORm8JWUPnMw/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Dena+VIP+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975473547950962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbYgeQO3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/ORm8JWUPnMw/s320/Chris+%26+Dena+VIP+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbaGRPkbI/AAAAAAAABGw/aPw18EUOXsw/s1600-h/Paradise+Samp+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975500873798066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbaGRPkbI/AAAAAAAABGw/aPw18EUOXsw/s320/Paradise+Samp+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbZuGy1TI/AAAAAAAABGo/cRvRgJrVYwQ/s1600-h/Tan+Coat+with+Discs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975494387520818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbZuGy1TI/AAAAAAAABGo/cRvRgJrVYwQ/s320/Tan+Coat+with+Discs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbZMk4P1I/AAAAAAAABGY/LquAFkTM8YY/s1600-h/Chris+40+40+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975485386899282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgbZMk4P1I/AAAAAAAABGY/LquAFkTM8YY/s320/Chris+40+40+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY5fsSz4I/AAAAAAAABF4/nPK9CjKLSJc/s1600-h/Chris+40+40+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY5sneWMI/AAAAAAAABGA/7bM7Dtua5M0/s1600-h/Harrahs+Winners+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972745208649922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY5sneWMI/AAAAAAAABGA/7bM7Dtua5M0/s320/Harrahs+Winners+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON OUR SHARE OF MONEY TOO, JUST NOT LIKE THESE TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss'n Kuzn's has left the building!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-2869144052284660454?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2869144052284660454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=2869144052284660454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2869144052284660454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2869144052284660454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/09/goin-to-las-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SNgY4v9ismI/AAAAAAAABFo/-IC79Vewdbc/s72-c/Chris-Ed-Dena.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6684935950623191875</id><published>2008-08-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:45:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUR HEARTS ARE SO HEAVY &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHjxEYucPI/AAAAAAAABCI/bgkpTwKu5kg/s1600-h/spl35346_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233714674111770866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHjxEYucPI/AAAAAAAABCI/bgkpTwKu5kg/s320/spl35346_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHjxAE_F0I/AAAAAAAABCA/HFdZtBfBvGM/s1600-h/bmac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233714672955234114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHjxAE_F0I/AAAAAAAABCA/HFdZtBfBvGM/s320/bmac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In memory of Bernie Mac (8/9/08) and Issac Hayes (8/10/08)....Rest In Peace to these soulful and comedic geniuses. We always say that the good die young and it is oh so true in these cases. Even though Issac, aka the "Black Moses" was 65, he wasn't old by anyone's standards. He and Bernie had just completed a feature length film, "The Soul Men" with Samuel L. Jackson. How ironic that God called them both home on the same weekend and said, "Well done my sons, well done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will miss you and cherish you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NEW MUSIC - AL GREEN &amp;amp; JOHN LEGEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love thee...let me counts the ways. I recently downloaded a few tunes from Al Green's new CD - "Lay It On Me" and I am loving most of what I hear. I especially love Al and John Legend's collaboration entitled "Stay With Me (By The Sea)". Oh my gosh...this is the new version of "Let's Stay Together" in my opinion. The melody and lyrics evoke that old soul down to the bone feeling and it feels so good. Mellow, easy smooth groove, make you wanna moan is what it sounds like to me. I am so serious. I play it almost every day...."LALALA...LALALA...LALALA - STAY WITH ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Green has also collaborated with Anthony Hamilton and Corrine Bailey Rae to name a few. His producer is none other than Questlove from the Roots and they put it down on this CD. You hear new music with old school reminiscing. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JOHN LEGEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to watch a video on John Legend's website that promotes his new record label and the artists signed to it. Wow, was I blown away by the talent he has lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother, &lt;strong&gt;Vaughn Anthony&lt;/strong&gt;, is a rapper/singer and is going to blow up in a minute. That's right, keep it in the family, and show love always by supporting those who have talent and desire to make it in the business. There's room for everybody. Vaughn chose to use his first and middle names and not the Legend family name as he wanted to be recognized on his own merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuS-lWnI/AAAAAAAABCY/d4z0eOaZjXE/s1600-h/gallery-va.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717925023930994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuS-lWnI/AAAAAAAABCY/d4z0eOaZjXE/s320/gallery-va.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle&lt;/strong&gt; is a young UK rapper/singer who has been bustin' up the charts with Kanye West and John Legend since last year. She's making a name for herself and I hope she continues to rise to the top with her unique style.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuQn3uqI/AAAAAAAABCg/JUTZBwG4mJM/s1600-h/gallery-estelle.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717924391795362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuQn3uqI/AAAAAAAABCg/JUTZBwG4mJM/s320/gallery-estelle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the &lt;strong&gt;video post on this site "Touch Me, Tease Me"&lt;/strong&gt; as it features Estelle doing her thang with the group 3 SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least is the awesome threesome that make up the performance artists called &lt;strong&gt;The Jones Gang&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh my Gosh....they are incredible! You've got to see them to believe what they do...they sing, they tell stories, they beat box, they rap, they dance and they look good as hell doing it. Their style is OutKast unique, Andre 3000 cool and their musical style is like no other I've seen. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuGIeDLI/AAAAAAAABCQ/v9n1IvvLnWw/s1600-h/gallery-tjg1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717921575734450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmuGIeDLI/AAAAAAAABCQ/v9n1IvvLnWw/s320/gallery-tjg1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud John Legend for his vision to bring these up and coming musicians and singers to the masses. I can't wait to see more of what I've already seen...they are phantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HATS OFF TO THE LADIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went on vacation to the ATL and had a marvelous time. I attended an affair to remember and wanted to share pics of the Queens who wear glorious crowns.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmusRgcuI/AAAAAAAABCo/j_bhtDqZajo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717931814187746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmusRgcuI/AAAAAAAABCo/j_bhtDqZajo/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHnQ_viezI/AAAAAAAABC4/KTCaE9YM988/s1600-h/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233718521155975986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHnQ_viezI/AAAAAAAABC4/KTCaE9YM988/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHnR5FjcHI/AAAAAAAABDA/gsmZ7kN_A0k/s1600-h/IMG_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233718536549134450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHnR5FjcHI/AAAAAAAABDA/gsmZ7kN_A0k/s320/IMG_3317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmu2xaH_I/AAAAAAAABCw/Ya0f3yXBvSw/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233717934632345586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHmu2xaH_I/AAAAAAAABCw/Ya0f3yXBvSw/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6684935950623191875?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6684935950623191875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6684935950623191875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6684935950623191875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6684935950623191875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-hearts-are-so-heavy-in-memory-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SKHjxEYucPI/AAAAAAAABCI/bgkpTwKu5kg/s72-c/spl35346_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-1539891522412432173</id><published>2008-06-30T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:41.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BELLY DANCE USA - PART II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfPF5uzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZiqwlOWoCW4/s1600-h/5114721500_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737364284750642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfPF5uzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZiqwlOWoCW4/s320/5114721500_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here are some photos taken at the Belly Dance Carnival. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goth Belly Dancer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkiQb7iI4I/AAAAAAAABAg/3HN_uX9sZq8/s1600-h/5114721568_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739309056140162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkiQb7iI4I/AAAAAAAABAg/3HN_uX9sZq8/s320/5114721568_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Silk Fans Flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfmWt0LI/AAAAAAAABAA/GEDJlW85mRk/s1600-h/5114721553_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737370529288370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfmWt0LI/AAAAAAAABAA/GEDJlW85mRk/s320/5114721553_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfJ3jE5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/U5-8laexfqI/s1600-h/5114721481_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737362882368402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfJ3jE5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/U5-8laexfqI/s320/5114721481_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beautiful Belts at the vendor Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgf9NP4mI/AAAAAAAABAI/ZfXRgHsuPfY/s1600-h/5114721593_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737376663593570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgf9NP4mI/AAAAAAAABAI/ZfXRgHsuPfY/s320/5114721593_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one for a "spot of tea?" - says the curiously dressed onlooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkiP6LFRUI/AAAAAAAABAY/B48aLiHnlHs/s1600-h/5114721459_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739299994551618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkiP6LFRUI/AAAAAAAABAY/B48aLiHnlHs/s320/5114721459_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabulous boots I couldn't take my eyes off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS SADIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgge0a9_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/G__hGTBF0q4/s1600-h/5114721527_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737385686267890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgge0a9_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/G__hGTBF0q4/s320/5114721527_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed this performer more than any other. She was a wonderful dancer with masterful skills. See her on the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2adc300f0c14e78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2adc300f0c14e78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ADCD77312353A07CD439DB66DCC93EEA26766C4.29095ED3A17CA6A2885F8B5DF07FDD58F0FC60F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2adc300f0c14e78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBpXaJ6s5BpqVa-8B9wuc8ZU7fzY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2adc300f0c14e78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ADCD77312353A07CD439DB66DCC93EEA26766C4.29095ED3A17CA6A2885F8B5DF07FDD58F0FC60F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2adc300f0c14e78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBpXaJ6s5BpqVa-8B9wuc8ZU7fzY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-1539891522412432173?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2adc300f0c14e78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1539891522412432173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=1539891522412432173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1539891522412432173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1539891522412432173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/06/belly-dance-usa-part-ii-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SGkgfPF5uzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZiqwlOWoCW4/s72-c/5114721500_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8466012855777871762</id><published>2008-06-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:44.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BELLY DANCING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlYGql31WI/AAAAAAAAA9I/m4WmaahEjHU/s1600-h/HappsPage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213294915193656674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlYGql31WI/AAAAAAAAA9I/m4WmaahEjHU/s320/HappsPage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the pleasure of attending a Belly Dance Carnival on June 7 in Arcadia, near Pasadena. What an experience this was!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mentor, Miss C, has been belly dancing for about a year now. Yes, the same Miss C who is a Senior Citizen...not that it matters because it doesn't, but as a point of reference - every one is belly dancing these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to dress up and wear traditional belly dance costumes. I wore blue &amp;amp; gold harem pants with a gold blouse, my gold coin chain belt, sequined slippers and a hip scarf. She wore a hand made a pair of yellow sequined harem pants, and a yellow gauze blouse. She also wore gold dance slippers, and a gold coin hip scarf. To top it off, she wore a beautiful gold headpiece that looked so amazing against her gray hair. Everyone who saw her stopped her to take pictures and asked when she would be performing. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around taking in some of the vendor's wares until we saw the outdoor stage featuring various dance groups. I really was taken in by the range of diversity of the performers. There were children, men, young girls, young and old women....and all shapes and sizes to boot. Seriously, ALL shapes and sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The costumes and routines were amazing. I would soon find out that there are many types of traditional and non-traditional belly dancing styles. As we made our way into the indoor complex, we found more vendors and another stage for performers.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlDQDKGLII/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wTXug6rgRjs/s1600-h/02_yellow-sword_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213271986662681730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlDQDKGLII/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wTXug6rgRjs/s320/02_yellow-sword_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while we were walking and taking in the sites I was taken aback at the people who strolled through the carnival. These costumes were some of the most unique, creative and unbelievable costumes I have ever seen. I also learned that they also cost a pretty penny to put together. Miss C and I knew we could get a lot of the items in downtown LA in the fashion district, so I wasn't too bothered by not picking up some of these items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmW5M-sI/AAAAAAAAA74/jV50JSPD698/s1600-h/belt_silver_M_1_2in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212939217894439618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmW5M-sI/AAAAAAAAA74/jV50JSPD698/s320/belt_silver_M_1_2in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COIN BELT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we did come across some wonderful "Bindi" jewels that are applied to the face. I immediately remembered that I had purchased these some years back and wore them out only once. Miss C and I bought several packages for future use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TRIBAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUnKSxKoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/vLzM0Ch9oVo/s1600-h/weddingtrio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212939231691876994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUnKSxKoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/vLzM0Ch9oVo/s320/weddingtrio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribal belly dancing incorporates a more "ethnic" look, but the style is similar to traditional dances. You could even say that the tribal is reflective of the Gypsy culture too. The Ethnic costumes of tribal dancer are not the same beautifully flowing and skimpy attire that that you usually see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwRk7QII/AAAAAAAAA8g/tZTponra7Q4/s1600-h/il_430xN.8810834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213279137358889090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwRk7QII/AAAAAAAAA8g/tZTponra7Q4/s320/il_430xN.8810834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribal wear has beaded head gear, more use of the spinning skirts (multi tiered skirts/broomstick skirts), belts with heavy medallions, tassels, cowrie shells, and beading. These belts are also laced with leather straps and have metal beads and coins attached. The cloth is woven designs like you'd see on Peruvian Indians, or Chinese Himalayans. And the dancers wore their hair in "dread locked" styles with lots of yarn ribbons flowing with silk flowers tied to ponytails. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJxAwbXFI/AAAAAAAAA84/NY5zczIL23k/s1600-h/LR_parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213279150023597138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJxAwbXFI/AAAAAAAAA84/NY5zczIL23k/s320/LR_parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwxQbM0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/LSil34NJj2o/s1600-h/cholisnbelliescab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213279145862837058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwxQbM0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/LSil34NJj2o/s320/cholisnbelliescab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlDQB7GlYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/sEMAEz7jSoE/s1600-h/sayetassel17bkth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213271986331358594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlDQB7GlYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/sEMAEz7jSoE/s320/sayetassel17bkth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TRIBAL SKIRTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEZEM Y MAI LAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyu9yxxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GsDi_g1GdVw/s1600-h/may-08-ymib-bezem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213300070328485650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyu9yxxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GsDi_g1GdVw/s320/may-08-ymib-bezem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a beautiful example of the tribal wear that can be found in the fashion industry. I absolutely love these designers. &lt;strong&gt;Bezem Y Mai Lan&lt;/strong&gt; are young (25 yrs) designers from Paris/London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so exciting about their runway shows is that they incorporate African, Ballet and Belly dance to show off the attire. (See YouTube video posted above). Every day I find more and more belly dance inspired clothing and lifestyles and I'm loving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyw6NbHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZhevZug8KoI/s1600-h/may-08-ymib-bezem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213300070850325618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyw6NbHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZhevZug8KoI/s320/may-08-ymib-bezem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyXho5FI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/UZVRZn5li5A/s1600-h/may-08-ymib-bezem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213300064036381778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyXho5FI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/UZVRZn5li5A/s320/may-08-ymib-bezem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyOxcXGI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/a4i3MsKta_M/s1600-h/LR_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213300061686750306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlcyOxcXGI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/a4i3MsKta_M/s320/LR_D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me the most that day was seeing that there is a genre of belly dancing incorporating Goth culture.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwux6LGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UXLDLhVYCbY/s1600-h/bio_Monica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213279145197972578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlJwux6LGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UXLDLhVYCbY/s320/bio_Monica2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their costumes consist of leather and vinyl wear, striped arm and leg warmers, oversized boots, and dark makeup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there are many forms of Goth expression, the differences were evident in the dance styles. It's definitely a cornucopia of dance tradition and costume styles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched all the performers that day I began to feel a connection to the rhythm and the graceful gestures. This one young group of dancers used beautiful fans covered with flowing silk fabrics. What an amazing spectacle that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have danced since Jr. High school, but never attempted to learn belly dancing. However, I have seen so much of it in videos (Beyonce / Shakira) and movies (Love Guru, Bollywood) lately that I really like what I'm seeing. And sky is the limit on the style you choose to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unique dance troupe we saw chose to do a "themed" dance presentation. They chose "Alice in Wonderland." The choreograpahy and the costumes were amazing. No expense was spared. When they first came out, one look at their costumes had us wondering just what we were about to witness. Well, every scene in the fairy tale was interpreted in costume and belly dance like you wouldn't believe. I was very, very impressed with this group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do I love the costumes, but the music is enchanting and the dance itself is a wonderful way to exercise and keep your body very flexible. Miss C has invited me to attend a workshop to learn the basics. So I will go and satisfy my curiosity about this newfound dance form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with us taking lots of photos, more shopping and Miss C even graced the stage when there was a call for a dance "free for all" during intermission. (Photos to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday I was shopping downtown and happened upon one of the many boutiques that carry Middle Eastern apparel. It didn't take me long to decide to purchase a hip skirt with gold goins and two sets of Zils. I guess I'm now committed to learning the art of belly dancing. Or perhaps I'll just have a great Halloween costume this year!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmSecLSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9CiwlssPnC0/s1600-h/avocado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212939216708447522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmSecLSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9CiwlssPnC0/s320/avocado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmz3fSAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/MN92vlnU0UY/s1600-h/bd_zil_B_2in.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIP SKIRT WITH COINS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmz3fSAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/MN92vlnU0UY/s1600-h/bd_zil_B_2in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212939225671878658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFgUmz3fSAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/MN92vlnU0UY/s320/bd_zil_B_2in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZILS (Finger Cymbals)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8466012855777871762?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8466012855777871762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8466012855777871762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8466012855777871762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8466012855777871762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/06/belly-dancing-i-had-pleasure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SFlYGql31WI/AAAAAAAAA9I/m4WmaahEjHU/s72-c/HappsPage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7937949796634914511</id><published>2008-06-02T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:45.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;NEW ARTIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip this weekend, and on the ride home I heard snippets of a very cool song that I just had to find out about. I was in the mountains, and there was a lot of static and the signal was going in and out, but thank God I waited long enough to hear who the artist was. I also found that the radio station was coming out of UTAH. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist I heard was a new artist (to me) by the name of Little Jackie, and her song is called "The Stoop." I thought I heard something about being in the hair salon, but she was just describing her Bed-Stuy neighborhood and the people in it. The lyrics and the hook line were so cool and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found the radio station on the internet but couldn't find her on the artist lineup. I then found her My Space page and found the following information. She'll be performing tomorrow night at the Viper Club in Los Angeles, as well as performing on Conan O'Brien. I'll be sure to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LITTLE JACKIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SERp0UjfkCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/sTJo43USOnc/s1600-h/Lil+Rickie.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207403416738828322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SERp0UjfkCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/sTJo43USOnc/s320/Lil+Rickie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blend the old-school R&amp;amp;B sound with a quirky hybrid of hip-hop and pop and you get Little Jackie, the creation of genre-defying singer-songwriter Imani Coppola and programmer Adam Pallin. With a nod to the soulful Motown rhythms of the past and a sneer to many of the social and cultural issues that consume the public today, Coppola has crafted an album of musical sugar and spice, filled with sweet, saccharine-tinged melodies and spicy, bold commentaries."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to listen to some of her other songs, and I'm beginning to like her. There's "Black Barbie" which has a very funny video featuring Barbie dolls doing wicked things, and then there's "The World Should Revolve Around Me" and "Crying For the Queen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out. She's got a very different sound that is hip, pop and cultured. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SERu00jfkDI/AAAAAAAAA6o/KUfckLXfRwg/s1600-h/I+LLike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408922886901810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SERu00jfkDI/AAAAAAAAA6o/KUfckLXfRwg/s320/I+LLike.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7937949796634914511?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7937949796634914511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7937949796634914511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7937949796634914511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7937949796634914511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-artist-i-took-weekend-trip-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SERp0UjfkCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/sTJo43USOnc/s72-c/Lil+Rickie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7978190633944179139</id><published>2008-05-30T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:45.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WILL SHE OR WON'T SHE MARRY MR. BIG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SEBgrUjfj5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/6A8hBRJz6xE/s1600-h/SATC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206267466608512914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SEBgrUjfj5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/6A8hBRJz6xE/s320/SATC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day the rest of the world finds out if Carrie Bradshaw marries her Mr. Right, aka "Big". The SATC girls have had a couple of premieres, abroad and in New York, and today the movie hits theaters everywhere. I truly hope it doesn't flop. It seems that since the show was such a success that all of us die hard fans are going to support it, right? Let's hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a fan of Sex and The City since it appeared on HBO way back when. I loved it the moment I saw it and was very sad when I had to miss a few seasons because I moved to Cali and could not get cable right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was able to catch up on the major character's life changes and story lines by watching the reruns at 11:00pm on my local station. When I found out that Miranda finally married Steve, Charlotte married and converted to Judaism, Samantha had cancer, and Carrie moved to Paris - it was all too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I knew that these were very watered down versions because these ladies never bit there tongues, nor did the writers ever stay away from any taboo subjects. They taught me so much about lots of things I dared not even reveal an interest in (wink). Sex and The City put it out there and they did it with humor, class and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll probably go alone because there aren't too many folks in my circle who have even expressed an interest. No matter. I'll enjoy it all the same. I've seen the incredible fashions, and I hear the plot is full of surprises and twists and turns....even fantasy sequences. So the big question in my mind is will Carrie and Big live happily ever after in a grand luxury apartment on the Upper East Side with her big closet of designer shoes and duds. I sure hope so. It's every girl's dream, even mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SEBvJ0jfj6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/01j51WmUQZc/s1600-h/spcake90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206283383757311906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SEBvJ0jfj6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/01j51WmUQZc/s320/spcake90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have two wonderful sisters in my life, as well as two (remaining) brothers who I adore. We've been through a lot as a family, and I'm grateful to be able to see this day as my oldest sister reaches a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Tobie was the first to graduate from college in our family and I remember attending her graduation at Long Beach State. Our family came all the way from Sacramento to this place I had never heard of, or been to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle sister and I ended up staying with cousins we had never met before and learned some very interesting things about folks in Los Angeles. We were in Gardena as a matter of fact and the year was 1970. The Temptations had a song out called "Ball of Confusion" and I learned the entire lyrics to this song from my new cousin Jean. She and her friends were sooo cool. They played bumper pool (billiards), hung out on the street corner, partied, and did things me and my sister Fran had never done. And this happened all in a weekend, which felt like an entire week. Even though we "country girls" were like fish out of water - we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the college and made our way into this huge auditorium. Wow! So many hundreds of seats, and this huge stage was decorated with flowers and such. It's amazing that as a kid you really can't take in the brevity of a situation until you look back on it many years later, or now as understood when I graduated from college and my family attended. I remember when they said her name and we cheered so loud, I just knew she heard us from way down below on that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep there I was, a kid of 13 attending my oldest sister's college graduation. I'll never forget that day, as I was so proud of her. I dodn't know if I ever told her that, but my being there was evidence that we loved and supported her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on to accomplish so many more "firsts" for our family and inspired me along the way to reach for my goals and dreams. She was the youngest supervisor in her department at GE telephone company after college; she was a mere 24 years old. She was also the first black female to anchor the news in Baltimore in the 1980's. She worked at WMAR, an NBC affiliate. This was the same station that Oprah Winfrey got her start on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today she's having a birthday and I'm so happy to wish her another one. Blow out another candle sister, and I wish you many, many more to come. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7978190633944179139?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7978190633944179139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7978190633944179139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7978190633944179139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7978190633944179139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-she-or-wont-she-marry-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SEBgrUjfj5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/6A8hBRJz6xE/s72-c/SATC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-5090824620202793332</id><published>2008-05-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:51.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE "LICIOUS-NESS" OF IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was Beyonce (and Destiny's Child) who coined the word and awakened the "licious" consciousness of America. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiQAJZ1UCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zCnfLmDFPDY/s1600-h/220px-DestinysChild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199564101997908002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiQAJZ1UCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zCnfLmDFPDY/s320/220px-DestinysChild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOOTYLICIOUS" became the ideology of the day because of the song and Beyonce's hip shaking, booty bobbing, dance routines in her videos. No one could drop it like it's hot like Beyonce. The pervasiveness of the word even garnered inclusion into the new Urban Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boo.ty.li.cious \'bu:t-e-'lish-*s\ aj. (modif. of MF butin, fr. MLG bu-te exchange) 1: curvaceous or voluptuous, esp. in the derriere (i.e., booty) 2: see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fine"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 3: sexually attractive in a way that causes males ages 18-25 to desire to grope, fondle, lick, or otherwise touch the booty cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, when the media wants to describe something SEXY, YouNG, H&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;t, BaD, and BoDADious.....it ends with "licious". And that's cool. Slang terms are used everyday and I am feeling the &lt;strong&gt;Licious-ness&lt;/strong&gt; of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in the entertainment industry are quickly being dubbed as queens of "liciousness" when they are beautiful sexy women. Most recently Robin Antin, founder of the Pussycat Dolls singing group, sought to create another singing girl group and they would be named "Girlicious." I watched with anticipation each week, much as I did when the Pussycat Dolls (PCD) searched for an additional member, because I wanted to know what it took to be Girlicious too. Licious-ness is the new Sexy Siren and Video Queen who is every man's fantasy....."Don't you wish your girlfriend was Hot Like Me!" - asked the PCD's. Yes I do. I really do...but can I become Licious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something to aspire to if you like the look...the hair, the clothes, the attitude and the talent to top it all off. If you have half of that....you are a bona fide contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough I enjoyed watching these ingenues fight for a spot in this group. The drama was hot and heavy, but more importantly for me - I WAS ABLE TO LEARN EACH WEEK WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE IT IN THE MUSIC WORLD as a dancer and singer in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough I have long since lost that kind of youth "physically", but mentally and spiritually (and on my best physical days) I believe I can ENTERTAIN with the best of them. Trouble is, no one knows it but me - at this point. That's all well and good because as it goes, there's too much on my plate and with a full time job. How in the heck can I focus on performing like that at that level? I can't!!! But I can listen, watch, and learn to be ready when my opportunity comes a knocking...and don't think I won't jump at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the entertainment industry thrives on the power of YOUTH, there's room for everybody who has a dream fueled with passion. I don't plan on giving up on mine because it's in my soul. &lt;strong&gt;I do not care what any one thinks or says....time and opportunity will tell the tale&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching these reality shows can be so crazy though. The competition is fierce and sometimes so unbalanced. The judging is skewed to say the least, but again, you learn what it takes to stand out in the crowd. So it's to your advantage to Watch, Learn and Listen well. Just take my nephew's dance crew and their experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiOSJZ1UBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/f2rfT99u5BY/s1600-h/Jabbawockeez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562212212297746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiOSJZ1UBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/f2rfT99u5BY/s320/Jabbawockeez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jabbawockeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; auditioned for "America's Got Talent" and made it through to Los Angeles. However, they never got any further than one performance on the show. The judges knew they had talent, but you often hear judges say...."we don't think you're right for this show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so off they went to WIN &lt;strong&gt;America's Next Best Dance Crew&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiOSJZ1UAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ihUreAROyY4/s1600-h/Champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562212212297730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiOSJZ1UAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ihUreAROyY4/s320/Champions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So take that America's Got Talent! They are living their dream and it was all because they believed they had something unique to share with the world. God continues to bless them every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Donald Trump began his "Apprentice" tv series, I was there watching and taking notes. Seriously. Straight talk from Donald's lips to my ears about making it in the business world...oh yes, not an opportunity to know more was lost on me. I am not going to make the same mistakes I see other people make when building their businesses and business relations. Tucked away safely in my resource files, this information is solid gold. I give props out to the television industry for keeping it real for folks like me....living life vicariously through these candidates for fame and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other must see tv show is "The Biggest Loser". Even though these folks come on to lose hundreds of pounds, and I struggle with 25 to 30 pounds to lose - they prove that anything is possible with dedication, strict guidance and will power. I've sat watching them week after week, convincing myself that if they can lose the weight - surely I could do as well. I revel in their big reveals where they show the before and after every week and you can "see" just how they are changing right before your very eyes. It's amazing and so inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEFJZ1T_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wTDNKVO6_AI/s1600-h/Girlicisious.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199550993757720562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEFJZ1T_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wTDNKVO6_AI/s320/Girlicisious.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to Girlicious. Toward the finale, the group of ladies left in the competition were equally talented and the producers and judges were being challenged to fill 3 spots for this group. At one point during an elimination night, the rules changed and allowed the 5 remaining girls a last chance effort to prove why they belonged in the group. Their fate was delayed for one more week until the finale. I saw the struggle to believe in yourself when others seem to have more of what the judges were looking for. I saw how self doubt can ruin your chances to be the best you can be. I saw how in fighting and dissention is always the undoing of a close knit unit. I saw how no matter what anyone else thinks of you, you have to know in your heart of hearts that this is the best you can ever give...and sometimes its enough, but with the wrong attitude - you can lose it all in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with the choice of girls who made it....Christina, Tiffanie, Natalie, and Nichole. The judges ended up breaking their own rules and allowed 4 members to form the group instead of going with their original plan of just 3 members. It was the right thing to do, and the best thing to do because these 4 girls were the best and truly are GIRLICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but certainly not least - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the show of all shows for me. I have admired Tyra Banks ever since I saw her in George Michael's video, "Too Funky." Tyra was a supermodel, but Naomi Campbell was often touted as the only black supermodel whenever a group photo was taken of the world's supermodels. Tyra was always breathing down Naomi's neck but stood out to me even then as an unknown. I had always seen Naomi walking the runways and didn't notice Tyra as much in the magazines and runways. Tyra was "fierce" in that video as were other supermodels of the day....Linda Evangelista, Estelle, Nadia etc. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEEpZ1T-I/AAAAAAAAA3I/p6XyE7-SQng/s1600-h/tyra.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199550985167785954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEEpZ1T-I/AAAAAAAAA3I/p6XyE7-SQng/s320/tyra.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tyra wrote a "how-to" / semiautobiographical book and I bought it. After I read the book I began to look for her more and more. I caught a special on her and her girls camp and she seemed so genuine and down to earth. Soon she began to make movies; she was in the news more and then she landed her talk show deal. She was different from the other wannabe talk show hosts like Queen Latifah and Ananda Lewis...who failed at their attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her "home girl with class" attitude has brought her legions of fans and support as she continues to build her empire. She is a role model and helps young girls and women understand the truth about the images we see in magazines and television. She's even put herself out there for scrutiny and told the critics, "kiss my big, voluptuous, curvy ass." YOu tell 'em Tyra. I love ya gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say all this to say, I'm living my dreams through some of these shows because they inspire me to be a better me and to know what the industry's expectations are. It's a tough nut to crack when you enter into it so you better be in it for the long haul....or you'll be washed up and whacked out like so many we've seen who vaporize themselves and their careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be a grammy winning, oscar nominated, queen of hip hop soul diva? Maybe not, but that will never stop me from dreaming...and living my life to the fullest with all the Licious-ness I can muster. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEEJZ1T9I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WjlcGIqnul4/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199550976577851346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiEEJZ1T9I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WjlcGIqnul4/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm reaching for the stars, moon and everything in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-5090824620202793332?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5090824620202793332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=5090824620202793332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5090824620202793332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5090824620202793332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/05/licious-ness-of-it-all-i-believe-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/SCiQAJZ1UCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zCnfLmDFPDY/s72-c/220px-DestinysChild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-439882044146784953</id><published>2008-02-25T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:51.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEIGHBORHOOD IMPROVEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8MIfSYMQRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q1Ruav1uuAE/s1600-h/Pico+Union+Bus+Stn+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170986130753732882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8MIfSYMQRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q1Ruav1uuAE/s320/Pico+Union+Bus+Stn+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8XIEiYMQVI/AAAAAAAAAwo/XGt2sk65GTQ/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171759727378186578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8XIEiYMQVI/AAAAAAAAAwo/XGt2sk65GTQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! Last weekend I was out and about and saw some visible signs of improvement in my neighborhood.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8MIfiYMQSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/KSVhRC2uAsI/s1600-h/Clock+Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170986135048700194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8MIfiYMQSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/KSVhRC2uAsI/s320/Clock+Tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This giant clock tower is so cool because I can see it from a block away as I keep track of all the late buses that finally make it to my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay Chihuahua!! Pico-Union es muy bonita. I'm glad to see my tax dollars at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-439882044146784953?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/439882044146784953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=439882044146784953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/439882044146784953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/439882044146784953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/02/neighborhood-improvement-check-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R8MIfSYMQRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q1Ruav1uuAE/s72-c/Pico+Union+Bus+Stn+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3297843814665621928</id><published>2008-02-13T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:53:14.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JABBAWOCKEEZ - IF YOU DON'T KNOW YOU BETTER ASK SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, another "star" has risen in our family of artists and entertainers. My nephew Kevin and his dance crew, the JabbaWockeeZ, are making big news on the little and big screens with their incredible dance style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently you can catch them competing on Randy Jackson's "America's Best Dance Crew" tv show on MTV. And you can also catch them doing their thang on the big screen in the feature film, "Step Up 2 - The Streets". Oh yea baby, it's on and poppin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you all the stories of how my nephew and niece, Atija, were doing their thing back in the 80's, and that me and sister Fran were holding court in her living room having big fun learning the newest dance crazes from this dancin' duo. I can tell you that 'cause it's all true. This is where it began for them, and we've got every funny moment on videotape. From Kevin doing his best MC Hammer impersonation with his mom and aunt as his backup dancers...wigs falling off, laughing hysterically- to clips of Tija and Kevin showing us the moves they choregraphed for their Jr. High and High school dance crews. We knew they were the real deal and now it's paying off in a big, big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had the pleasure of sitting through a taping of the Dance show and I tell you, I couldn't be more proud of what Kevin's accomplished. He's a husband, father and he's following his dream of being a member of the best dance crew in America. I have faith in what he's doing and I know there's more and more exposure to come. CONGRATULATIONS NEPHEW, you've come a long way baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3297843814665621928?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3297843814665621928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3297843814665621928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3297843814665621928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3297843814665621928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/02/jabbawockeez-if-you-dont-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-686487351214134274</id><published>2008-02-07T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:00:58.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SUPER TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the race is tighter than ever for the Democratic party. "Billary" Clinton and Mr. Obama are neck and neck in this race. Hillary even loaned $5 million dollars more to her campaign to step up her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Barack won 13 states, and Hillary won 8, she won more delegates and that sucks big time as far as I can calculate. The race is not over, but after hearing some of the dumb reasons people are voting the way they are....I get angry and discouraged. I'm still hopeful but...I'M STEAMING right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mexican bus driver was talking to a black woman today and he said, "yea, when Bill was in office he brought the recession down, and I think he'll help Hillary do a good job. Since we've never had a woman president I want to see that in my lifetime." HOGWASH!!! Homey knows that if a Mexican man was running against Hillary. all that talk would go right out the window!! The black woman said, "so basically if people vote for Hillary they're really voting for her husband." He agreed and was happy with that. Yet he can't see that America has never had a Black, Hispanic, or Asian for President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK!!!! Politics and Religion....two issues you just don't want to get into a discussion with with friends and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other candidates are dropping out of the race like flies, but Barack Obama is in it to win it and I'm backing him all the way. Yea he represents me and I like his policies....America needs change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-686487351214134274?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/686487351214134274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=686487351214134274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/686487351214134274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/686487351214134274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3740450855104049374</id><published>2008-01-10T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:38:53.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JANET JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can count on one hand all of the albums I like of Janet's. She's a great performer, not so much a dynamic singer. I have just started seeing this new "Feedback" video everywhere and decided to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got the usual Janet Jackson slick look; stylish and surreal. This is her "futuristic" flavor as she always has many incredible "themes" throughout her videos. I am definitely feeling this song and the video - so much so I've posted it here and decided to put my 2 cents worth in about how I like it. Ms. Jackson is rocking "Sexy and Steamy". I'm never amazed at how great celebs and singers look because they have the money to keep themselves looking fabulous. It's when they don't look like much that I get all shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't the average citizen keep themselves looking GO-OR-GEOUS if we could? Using top stylists, designers, and hairstylists to rock our image? Duh! That goes without saying. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song because I like visions of the future, not to mention the beat is off the hook. Although I do despise too much choreographed "group" dancing (which Janet uses all of the time), there wasn't a whole army of dancers and they were masked, which kind of made them blend in to the interior of the set. The dance number was short and unusual and the music is that "kind of funky" that makes you want to chair dance. Oh yea, I was doing the snake and booty wop all up in my seat. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my props to Miss J. She brought back a great dance song and she's working a new groove that will get her some great sales (assuming the rest of the album delivers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY FAKE....WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to just wonder what makes people do the things they do. As a culture, we embrace all kinds of FAKE things which are usually cosmetic - fake hair, eyelashes, teeth. And then there's fake designer handbags, clothing and fake jewelry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who in the heck thought that we would accept a fake baby to call our very own? I'm not talking about a baby doll to play with; leave outside on the porch and forget about it baby. I'm talking about a fake baby that looks and acts like a real baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a young woman in England made up her mind that faking had not been taken to the ultimate level. She began creating fake babies, taking them everywhere she went so that people could be fooled into believing they were real, thus creating the perfect pitch to sell her product. And she is doing just that...selling fake babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I saw the HBO series on sex where there are people in the sex toy industry who create lifesized fake dolls for gentlemen. And we all know too well about other "fake" sex objects. But this fake baby business is something altogether different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the video yesterday and it was totally amazing. These babies cry, wet themselves and even fake breathing. BREATHING! Chest going up and own with eyes closed like it's sleeping. The reactions run the gamut of endearing to disgust, and cuddly to creepy. Most of the responses have been, "the people who are replacing these fake babies for real ones need help." Hello! I kind of have to agree since adoption is very much a viable choice. There's a woman who has 3 babies and admits she'll never have the 'reaction' she could get from a real life child....duh? But something has endeared her to buying 3 of them and you know they aren't cheap. Stepford babies indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women who buy then actually treat them gently as if they were newborns with fragile souls. The hair is real, and the skintones come in whatever real color you want. But it just seems unbelievable to me that a person can be satisfied and fulfilled with an eternal baby.  Just read this snippet on the popular video being shown on the web. See it here. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w2TrrlvbkEA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=w2TrrlvbkEA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My Fake Baby explores the lives of women who spend hundreds, and sometimes thousands, of pounds on life-like baby dolls. Known as "reborns" some of the dolls have beating hearts, others have tiny veins and even milk spots. Loved like real babies, they're taken for walks, cuddled and even have their nappies (diapers) changed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say whatever floats your boat, but I had to put this out there just in case you didn't know. This is definitely our future people, and it looks like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3740450855104049374?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3740450855104049374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3740450855104049374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3740450855104049374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3740450855104049374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2008/01/janet-jackson-i-can-count-on-one-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-87733730135791942</id><published>2007-12-28T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:53.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R4K0OOnWJdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6UvMpEcMLdk/s1600-h/dsc02510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152879080199562706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R4K0OOnWJdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6UvMpEcMLdk/s320/dsc02510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R4K0OOnWJcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iGshxtDloCE/s1600-h/dsc02457_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152879080199562690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R4K0OOnWJcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iGshxtDloCE/s320/dsc02457_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying my presents on my very first Christmas too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey cuz. &lt;strong&gt;Ezekiel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know something about celebrating the holidays. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WCe-nWJWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/duAQ1JkuLA4/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149165217683744098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WCe-nWJWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/duAQ1JkuLA4/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WCeunWJVI/AAAAAAAAArI/Kuriul2PVlg/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149165213388776786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WCeunWJVI/AAAAAAAAArI/Kuriul2PVlg/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all! &lt;strong&gt;Deylan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WDlunWJXI/AAAAAAAAArY/r5znnjP7Gzc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149166433159488882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WDlunWJXI/AAAAAAAAArY/r5znnjP7Gzc/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WEMOnWJZI/AAAAAAAAAro/7K9icl70ru0/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149167094584452498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R3WEMOnWJZI/AAAAAAAAAro/7K9icl70ru0/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-87733730135791942?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/87733730135791942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=87733730135791942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/87733730135791942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/87733730135791942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R4K0OOnWJdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6UvMpEcMLdk/s72-c/dsc02510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3224904878141088343</id><published>2007-12-21T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEASON'S GREETINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, December 16th, my church choir ministered at Little Company of Mary hospital in Torrance, CA. One of our choir members is there after suffering a heart attack a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there hasn't been any progress in her recovery, we keep vigil in our prayers for her and her family, as this is a horrific tragedy for all of us. In one quick moment her life was changed forever. We love you Klamaria Grogan, our Unity sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsHB8u9I/AAAAAAAAApo/xGFOaJCsHL4/s1600-h/ADZDOQEXWZRELNBQPRBV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146532112932584402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsHB8u9I/AAAAAAAAApo/xGFOaJCsHL4/s320/ADZDOQEXWZRELNBQPRBV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NU AmERYKAH - Erykah Badu is back on the block!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnr3B8u8I/AAAAAAAAApg/4ZspnGmbREo/s1600-h/ebimage1wr0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146532108637617090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnr3B8u8I/AAAAAAAAApg/4ZspnGmbREo/s320/ebimage1wr0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic from Miss Badu's next album, A Nu AmErykah. Erykah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I named this album 'Nu AmErykah' because I'm dealing with whatever is to come instead of what was," said Badu, decked out in jeans, a red kimono and her trademark afro. "In taking on a project like this, I'm taking the responsibility to talk for my race and my planet. I'm sure the record company will make their money and they've given me the blessing of time."&lt;br /&gt;I hear the CD is all that and more. I just love her style because she keeps it real and is oh so fabulous! Do you Erykah, while the rest of us watch in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;T &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I would have a house decorated like this. I am a huge fan of the Pink &amp;amp; Black combination and would never think to pair the colors in a dining room setting. Kudo's to the designer....I have something to aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsHB8u-I/AAAAAAAAApw/RNraMOKFFTg/s1600-h/Black+&amp;amp;+Pink+dining+rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146532112932584418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsHB8u-I/AAAAAAAAApw/RNraMOKFFTg/s320/Black+%26+Pink+dining+rm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ANDY WARHOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen lots of cool women's accessories designed by the late great Andy Warhol. Once while shopping in "Museum", that wonderful store at the mall that has all those cool gifts you'd fine in a museum, I saw these incredible handbags, umbrellas, totes etc. by Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't afford anything at the time, but I'm still on the look out for something affordable from Mr. Warhol...well to my surprise, this picture of his Shoe Purse turned up on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsXB8u_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/KAru5NVvMVU/s1600-h/Shoe+purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146532117227551730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsXB8u_I/AAAAAAAAAp4/KAru5NVvMVU/s320/Shoe+purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I WANT THIS PURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at his site and I can't find this purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to make one of my very own. I already have sewn pumps into pin cushions . I just have to add a handle, include a pouch to hold my stuff and Voila....instant pump shoe creation. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wvO3B8vBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KS-eyWCqD68/s1600-h/Zebra+Print+Shoe+Pin+cushion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146540406514433042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wvO3B8vBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KS-eyWCqD68/s320/Zebra+Print+Shoe+Pin+cushion.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wwKXB8vCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/F4Wb9sIzeIg/s1600-h/Tiger+Print+Shoe+Pin+Cusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146541428716649506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wwKXB8vCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/F4Wb9sIzeIg/s320/Tiger+Print+Shoe+Pin+Cusion.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wvOnB8vAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qr_1IJzj2_c/s1600-h/Tiger+Print+Shoe+Pin+Cusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wvOnB8vAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qr_1IJzj2_c/s1600-h/Tiger+Print+Shoe+Pin+Cusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the inspiration Andy Warhol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRRY MERRRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AND HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3224904878141088343?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3224904878141088343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3224904878141088343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3224904878141088343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3224904878141088343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings-on-sunday-december.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R2wnsHB8u9I/AAAAAAAAApo/xGFOaJCsHL4/s72-c/ADZDOQEXWZRELNBQPRBV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8832102474391831319</id><published>2007-11-28T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:51:18.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BETTER TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found yet another cool website for us DIY'ers to use as a resource for our fashion and craft fanaticism. Better TV is an online webshow that features videos on cooking, fashion, home repair, crafts etc. It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, a girl could sit and watch this kind of stuff all day long and just go bananas with all the projects offered. One day soon I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet has been such a blessing to me and this is one of the reasons why. Where else can you find information on your favorite subjects right at your fingertips - besides the library. The difference is, you do not have to read anything, or make copies. You can just watch TV, as it were, and keep going back to it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my HGTV, but Better TV has hit the spot with this kind of webshow. Perhaps other cable shows with websites will follow suit. It's instant gratification and awareness through this entertainment medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happy as can be that I've found you Better TV....you are definitely Better For Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:///"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8832102474391831319?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8832102474391831319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8832102474391831319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8832102474391831319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8832102474391831319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/11/better-tv-i-just-found-yet-another-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-2307064938792211034</id><published>2007-11-20T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:57.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FAIRIE, FAERIE BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NLnR9qviI/AAAAAAAAAoI/mrd0o9nr75U/s1600-h/5pefairie_cvr_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135031138341535266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NLnR9qviI/AAAAAAAAAoI/mrd0o9nr75U/s320/5pefairie_cvr_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a book I found 3 years ago featuring fashions for Faeries. "Fairie-ality" from the House of Ellwand by David Ellwand (Photographer), Eugenie Bird, David Downton (Illustrator), used earthly materials from the forest to create exquisite haute couture fashions. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NLnh9qvjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-fvuXSwgWH8/s1600-h/4141W06GFEL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135031142636502578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NLnh9qvjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-fvuXSwgWH8/s320/4141W06GFEL._SS400_.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each outfit is described in detail and features its Faerie character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book ended with the culmination of photos of the wedding attire for the Queen Mother and all the Faeries in the forest, as they were attending the wedding of the Faerie Princess to her Faerie Prince. It is pure enchantment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never forgotten this book because it showed me how creative one can be without using expensive materials....all you need is a little (or alot) of imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PAPER COUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at these incredible paper creations by Danish fashion designer &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Violise Lunn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(My thanks to "Ullabenulla" site for the name of the designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NI_h9qvdI/AAAAAAAAAng/b3K0eUKD5ig/s1600-h/19131953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135028256418479570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NI_h9qvdI/AAAAAAAAAng/b3K0eUKD5ig/s320/19131953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ghostly or Heavenly bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R1Xar34bNbI/AAAAAAAAApY/swFXGWsKpms/s1600-h/p_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140254996983133618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R1Xar34bNbI/AAAAAAAAApY/swFXGWsKpms/s320/p_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJBR9qvgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hcbjvAnfDQg/s1600-h/19181268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135028286483250690" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJAh9qveI/AAAAAAAAAno/C5W8XxmOc6Q/s320/19131981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJAx9qvfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rdQPJYSQoBk/s1600-h/19131990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135028277893316082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJAx9qvfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rdQPJYSQoBk/s320/19131990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJBh9qvhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/74wFULBjc9k/s1600-h/19181533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135028290778218002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NJBh9qvhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/74wFULBjc9k/s320/19181533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just devine! And you know I love (me) some shoes!! :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-2307064938792211034?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2307064938792211034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=2307064938792211034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2307064938792211034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2307064938792211034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/11/fairie-faerie-beautiful-i-once-found.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/R0NLnR9qviI/AAAAAAAAAoI/mrd0o9nr75U/s72-c/5pefairie_cvr_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6521046367892114281</id><published>2007-10-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:52:44.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEYLAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeZZZW6YI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8nV5-6RFFg0/s1600-h/Deylan-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126889016214874498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeZZZW6YI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8nV5-6RFFg0/s320/Deylan-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new great nephew was born on Oct. 24th. I was there to help in the delivery process and it was awesome, just awesome. My niece Atija did very well, and daddy Jamar was there to support along with Grandpa Stan and Grandmom Fran, Frannie and Myesha. What a team we were ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeVJZW6UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Mtuekf7f9Mo/s1600-h/Daddy+&amp;amp;+Baby+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126888943200430402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeVJZW6UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Mtuekf7f9Mo/s320/Daddy+%26+Baby+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeW5ZW6WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tw3cLKkk2gE/s1600-h/Grammy+Fran+&amp;amp;+Deylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126888973265201506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeW5ZW6WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tw3cLKkk2gE/s320/Grammy+Fran+%26+Deylan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeX5ZW6XI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8eSxJEXR71w/s1600-h/Auntie+Chris+&amp;amp;+Deylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126888990445070706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeX5ZW6XI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8eSxJEXR71w/s320/Auntie+Chris+%26+Deylan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64004c2beb5d433" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D064004c2beb5d433%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8397F753562963DFCD11CF4DD95C54CEA1B0397B.838D828E88AABFB1455C178873115BB94461F4C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64004c2beb5d433%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2S6RSLpZ4tiA7yk8lzYaWQ9y6SU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D064004c2beb5d433%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175696%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8397F753562963DFCD11CF4DD95C54CEA1B0397B.838D828E88AABFB1455C178873115BB94461F4C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64004c2beb5d433%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2S6RSLpZ4tiA7yk8lzYaWQ9y6SU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some footage of his delivery - what a miracle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EZEKIEL AT 4 MONTHS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeVpZW6VI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uaEdI35iXk0/s1600-h/ezekiel+smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126888951790365010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeVpZW6VI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uaEdI35iXk0/s320/ezekiel+smiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this handsome little boy! Wow...he could be in the movies with that smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6521046367892114281?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=64004c2beb5d433&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6521046367892114281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6521046367892114281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6521046367892114281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6521046367892114281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/10/deylan-anthony-smith-my-new-great.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RyZeZZZW6YI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8nV5-6RFFg0/s72-c/Deylan-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6526783451481595458</id><published>2007-10-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:54:19.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IESSA'S GRADUATION CHEER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This video clip shows the talents of my great nieces. They wanted to do something special for their cousin.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-353499e5f3637dc0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D353499e5f3637dc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86AA35CA1E56E7069756A8005F0CE16B2027E57.779588BFB297C958AF6B8022803FCE45786CC50B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D353499e5f3637dc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQsCElJuUrzqzuXYrBsEORj0VJEA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D353499e5f3637dc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331175697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86AA35CA1E56E7069756A8005F0CE16B2027E57.779588BFB297C958AF6B8022803FCE45786CC50B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D353499e5f3637dc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQsCElJuUrzqzuXYrBsEORj0VJEA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6526783451481595458?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=353499e5f3637dc0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6526783451481595458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6526783451481595458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6526783451481595458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6526783451481595458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-2072493851301688970</id><published>2007-10-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:54:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu5IEautKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Pf85aw1Kj4o/s1600-h/IMG00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388949712647330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu5IEautKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Pf85aw1Kj4o/s320/IMG00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4RkautGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xsRZlofRppg/s1600-h/Kev_Grandma_Zjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;EZEKIEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out his "Youtube" post to see him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4UkautJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5tLDPEV1WLU/s1600-h/EZ+Quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388064949384338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4UkautJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5tLDPEV1WLU/s320/EZ+Quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my great nephew who is now 4 months old. Kevin and Cher welcomed me, my mom and sister Tobie a few months back as we drove from L.A. to San Diego to see little Ezekiel for the first time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4SEautHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HVb6aN6ox18/s1600-h/Group+photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388021999711346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4SEautHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HVb6aN6ox18/s320/Group+photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4T0autII/AAAAAAAAAko/IdtcCYtldHU/s1600-h/Mom+Kev+Cher+EZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388052064482434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4T0autII/AAAAAAAAAko/IdtcCYtldHU/s320/Mom+Kev+Cher+EZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's so precious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388013409776738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu4RkautGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xsRZlofRppg/s320/Kev_Grandma_Zjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-2072493851301688970?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2072493851301688970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=2072493851301688970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2072493851301688970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2072493851301688970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/10/ezekiel-rubio-brewer-check-out-his.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rwu5IEautKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Pf85aw1Kj4o/s72-c/IMG00300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-4912743240865170229</id><published>2007-09-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:59:06.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TIJA'S BABY SHOWER - Sept. 2, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-_JeyHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BTNBRihX77U/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249676331075698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-_JeyHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BTNBRihX77U/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2_PJeyII/AAAAAAAAAjY/f0DzFKp5pyU/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249680626043010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2_PJeyII/AAAAAAAAAjY/f0DzFKp5pyU/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful niece, Atija , had a wonderful Baby shower last month. All her friends and family came to help her celebrate the upcoming birth of her first child....Deylan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamar, father-to-be, delighted in all the baby shower madness as well. It was a great day for all of us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-fJeyFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/M-tTFw3yXpg/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249667741141074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-fJeyFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/M-tTFw3yXpg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamar and Grandmother (Great Grandmother)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;GRAMMY FRAN (Mother of Atija)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-vJeyGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MaAZCBi14ow/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249672036108386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-vJeyGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MaAZCBi14ow/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6kPJeyOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/x-YtyPvxfKw/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114253614816086242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6kPJeyOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/x-YtyPvxfKw/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandmother Danielle (Mother of Jamar)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6jvJeyMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EyPqOhzAiLU/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114253606226151618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6jvJeyMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EyPqOhzAiLU/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin Diane and Great Grandmother Gerry  (Grandmother of Atija)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2_PJeyJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w0PvTujXisE/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249680626043026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2_PJeyJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w0PvTujXisE/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone brought such wonderful gifts and we played games...like guess what food made the baby "poop". Yikes! You don't want to see images of that. :0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6j_JeyNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/PN6gxjsJS1Q/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114253610521118930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6j_JeyNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/PN6gxjsJS1Q/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6i_JeyKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sOWBGQdGdQA/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114253593341249698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl6i_JeyKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sOWBGQdGdQA/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tija's due date is Oct. 21st...which is rapidly approaching!! We're so very excited and I plan to be in the delivery room. I hope I can stay through the entire birth. God bless this family and their little one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-4912743240865170229?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4912743240865170229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=4912743240865170229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4912743240865170229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4912743240865170229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/09/tijas-baby-shower-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvl2-_JeyHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BTNBRihX77U/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-2166170459992774165</id><published>2007-09-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:04.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RvlwTvJeyDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9Y3UhDMtHh0/s1600-h/shortcircuitz_logo_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114242336231966770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RvlwTvJeyDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9Y3UhDMtHh0/s320/shortcircuitz_logo_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SHORT CIRCUITZ TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ya'll here's the latest fun site I've found from watching MTV TR3S! Nick Cannon has created a new (new to me) show call Short Circuitz TV and I caught an episode of it that had me falling out!! You can check out the website &lt;a href="http://shortcircuitz.mtv.com/"&gt;http://shortcircuitz.mtv.com/&lt;/a&gt; to see all the various parodies, sketches, commercials etc. because some of them are really pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here 's the official blurb about the show: Which I already said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Fans of Nick Cannon's earlier series, "Will N' Out," will recognize his signature comedy style in this unpredictable blend of celebrity impersonations, parodies of commercials, TV shows and news broadcasts and other comedy sketches&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvlu0_JeyCI/AAAAAAAAAio/8peJ9v7CVkM/s1600-h/th-TamalaJon_Jeff_14561150_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114240708439361570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvlu0_JeyCI/AAAAAAAAAio/8peJ9v7CVkM/s320/th-TamalaJon_Jeff_14561150_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The posted video clip, "No More Drama" was my favorite and stars actress &lt;strong&gt;Tamala Jones&lt;/strong&gt; as Mary J. Blige. You know Tamala from "Two Can Play That Game", " Next Friday", "The Brothers"...she's appeared in every movie and tv show (the list goes on and on). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The subject matter is hilarious and so true for some women, and I'm glad somebody finally said it!! That's right....NO MORE STAINS...I can't take it no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other posted clip I love is Simmons &amp;amp; Simmons. It features a Russell Simmons and Richard Simmons crime fighting duo that will leave you in stitches. This is adult comedy at it's finest!! I've never seen "Will N' Out" but I love Short Circuitz...good job Nick!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvlw0vJeyEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VhKYmAgRHYk/s1600-h/kds+chce-chris+&amp;amp;+nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114242903167649858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rvlw0vJeyEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VhKYmAgRHYk/s320/kds+chce-chris+%26+nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea that's my boy, we be kickin' it like that......(yea right!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-2166170459992774165?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/2166170459992774165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=2166170459992774165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2166170459992774165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/2166170459992774165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/09/short-circuitz-tv-ok-yall-heres-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RvlwTvJeyDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9Y3UhDMtHh0/s72-c/shortcircuitz_logo_240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-9220024372304870426</id><published>2007-09-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:05.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K-VILLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPgewE7gI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VBAriuF_fd8/s1600-h/k-ville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109773040401837570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPgewE7gI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VBAriuF_fd8/s320/k-ville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had the privilege of attending a screening of the new Fox TV show, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-Ville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the Fox lot. There was a reception and then the screening. The event was short and sweet, so I was home by 9:30.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I half expected this to be a feast of New Orleans cuisine....wrong!! There was Chicken Satay w/ Peanut sauce, bread, crackers &amp; cheese, fruit and mini bruchettas. Desert was mini brownies and lemon tarts and king size cookies. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPguwE7hI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gjSsiyMOEK0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109773044696804882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPguwE7hI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gjSsiyMOEK0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumX6OwE7lI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uTvEaqVuq2c/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109782278876491346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumX6OwE7lI/AAAAAAAAAiY/uTvEaqVuq2c/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPguwE7hI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gjSsiyMOEK0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPg-wE7iI/AAAAAAAAAiA/91cr_hqMuyM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the Fox Diversity Development Department execs spoke, and I liked that they took the time to tell how and why the series was developed. They were especially proud of the fact that they took a chance and cast a well known comedian in a dramatic role...that's risky, but I think they'll get the ratings they're looking for. Anthony Anderson was cast in their other dramatic cop show, The Shield, and he did phenomenally well, so they built this series around him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPg-wE7iI/AAAAAAAAAiA/91cr_hqMuyM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109773048991772194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPg-wE7iI/AAAAAAAAAiA/91cr_hqMuyM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is pretty good, even though there were a few details that bugged me. The cast seems to be strong, a lot of unknowns thrown in with some recognizable faces. I really loved that you could hear definite New Orleans inflections in the dialogue. That rang very true for the characters. I don't like that the female cops are always so "tough" to the bone....but I guess that what makes a good cop show. I love CCH Pounder's character on The Shield...she's in a league of her own. But I don't care for Mariska Hargitay in Law &amp; Order SVU. I don't know....she's compassionate and all, but she still seems too "Butch." Whatev! Overall the show will be worth watching. I want to support the creators of this "diversity development" project as well as support New Orleans and the Katrina victims.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPg-wE7jI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s6cHKoBTKp4/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109773048991772210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPg-wE7jI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s6cHKoBTKp4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPhOwE7kI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LpPlAsr67MY/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109773053286739522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPhOwE7kI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LpPlAsr67MY/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the screening we left with some nice parting gifts too. That always makes it worthwhile right? :0) So I'm wearing my exclusive K-Ville T-shirt and wristband today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and as I was leaving the Zanuck Theatre I saw my Pastor and wife there. I was in good company, lots of Big Wigs and Muckety Mucks were in attendance. VIP baby!! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show premieres Monday, September 17h at 9:00pm pacific/8:00pm central.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"New Lives. New Rhythms. New Orleans..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-9220024372304870426?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/9220024372304870426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=9220024372304870426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/9220024372304870426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/9220024372304870426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/09/k-ville-last-night-i-had-privilege-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RumPgewE7gI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VBAriuF_fd8/s72-c/k-ville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3074138643438485293</id><published>2007-09-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:24:14.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DUDE, WHERE'S MY NICHE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recall the stories I've read in magazines that describe how certain entrepreneurs became successful, the one thing I keep reading is how each one found their "niche". Yea, that product or service that no one else thought to tap into....and now the world can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've had great responses on the products I create, there isn't an overwhelming "need" to purchase certain items. I often ask myself why? Every one of my creations incorporates flair and style, and sometimes I even throw in a little whimsy. So who am I targeting with these items?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I continue to create what I like, and haven't focused on what I'm marketing. Where's my niche? It' hard to know because when I look at what products and designs are out there...everyone is on the same page almost duplicating each other's items over and over again. And it sells, sells, sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be a cookie cutter designer. I want to be original with one-of-a-kind styles. My problem is, I need to know who wants what I have to offer. It's something that I need more thought and research on. I have to NAME IT and CLAIM IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to building a business, and even though I've read books on turning your passion into profits...seeing and doing are on opposite ends of the spectrum. I'm willing to put in the work though, so it's all about doing something the right way...the way most people believe suits them. I've got to find my niche. Perhaps then my sales will soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIVA DIVINITY - Beyonce Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my usual free weekly this week and lo and behold, a very flattering story on Miss Beyonce by Johnny Loftus (OC Weekly). His title of Diva Divinity was followed by a sub heading stating..."Beyonce is more than just a curvy talented dollar sign - &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to read this piece because it confirmed my review of her talent as a force to be reckoned with. If I believed it and now Johnny seconded it...then I was on the mark in my take on how she's manages to stand out and not just fit in. He calls her the queen of DIVADOM....I'm just sayin', I'm on board with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3074138643438485293?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3074138643438485293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3074138643438485293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3074138643438485293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3074138643438485293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/09/dude-wheres-my-niche-when-i-recall.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8426419980684660807</id><published>2007-08-27T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:06.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'M A THREADHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I was surfing the net and found a cool site called "ThreadBanger". It's an online video show that features interviews and instructions for "Do It Yourselfers." The show documents all kinds of DIY projects and events for those of us who love to sew and make things. The hosts, Corinne and Rob, are the perfect pair to host a show like this too. They have a unique look, style and wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this site because I have found lots of great tips and techniques, not to mention, it has raised the bar for a lot of projects I'm working on...and I realize I can do so much more with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's features where you can send in your own video detailing your project, or you can just post items to the site. People ask questions and post answers in the "forum" section, and I love going through those because you learn all kinds of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy posted a recipe for making microwave popcorn using a brown bag and loose popcorn kernels. I always buy loose popcorn because it lasts longer than the 3 mini bags I get at the store, so this really hit home for me. Imagine, now all I have to do is buy the brown lunch bags, smear some butter on one side, pour some kernels in, and let it POP, POP, POP. And I don't have to clean up my big old pan each time. Sweet! If you don't know...you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this other young kid who makes these awesome T-shirts, and he's gotten attention from Rock Stars, Movie Stars and the like...and his creativity is awesome. The fact that he's making money, and was willing to share his techniques online is great...because it showed me that I need to think "waaaaay outside the box." I am being too conservative...so I need to really let go once in a while. I can at least have a little of both you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I like is that they have their own "Threadhead" language (will post when I find it again), and they sign off on every show with this hand gesture that resembles cutting the air with scissors. (Check out the ad above and you can see Corrine signin') :0) You know how we all want to "identify" ourselves with something cool? Well if I start doing that, perhaps I'll run into some other Threadheads and we'll greet each other with our secret hand signals....I know, it's whacky, but what else is new? Snip, Snip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A COUPLE OF QUEEN B'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNTDDEI8uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NFMg-vKpzt4/s1600-h/MJB+Breakthrough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103514114568286946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNTDDEI8uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NFMg-vKpzt4/s320/MJB+Breakthrough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had an opportunity to listen, really listen again to Miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary J.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Blige&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on her "The Breakthrough" CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a particularly rough night, very emotionally spent, and I had to settle myself down. So I put on my iPod, and I had forgotten that I had selected Mary J. the day before. So when I hit the play button, she began to immediately speak...to me...like I had never heard her speak before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I used to see those video clips of the young girls crying back stage at Janet Jackson's Rythm Nation concerts and they were just going on and on about how she touched their lives etc. Well, I now felt that same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing because there were at least 3-4 songs in a row that had a message that I hadn't thought applied to me. You know how you just hear that bangin' beat, and you sing the words, but you're not processing them internally? Well that's what I had been doing up until this night. And the richness of her tone and voice were just incredible...she is a true singer in every respect. I thought I knew it before, but I really do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, I had my own Breakthrough that night and I couldn't believe it. I didn't go out and change how I was handling myself the next day, but it confirmed within me that what I have been doing was ok. The songs "Take Me As I Am", "Gonna Breakthrough", "Can't Keep A Good Woman Down" and "Enough Cryin" did it for me. WOW!!! I have loved Mary's transformation over the years, heard her stories, and watched her DVD where she gives more insight into her songs, and I just began to really appreciate her journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize how much our lives were being mirrored until that night, and I'm thankful that now I do know it. You just never know how the message is going to be delivered to you. Not only do you not know by whom, but I believe God knew I needed to hear it right then and right there....there's no other explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to say thank you Mary J. for continuing to make such wonderful music. I definitely do feel you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEYONCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNTaDEI8vI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pCx5L0oPjbY/s1600-h/Beyonce+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103514509705278194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNTaDEI8vI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pCx5L0oPjbY/s320/Beyonce+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My opinion of this artist has been changed. From the moment I saw her sing an operatic song on an Academy Award show a few years back...I knew Beyonce was a consumate performer. She really did sing her @ss off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My opinion up to that point was that she was all show and little substance (a Janet Jackson type - sorry but Ms. Jackson is a featherweight in the singing dept.). So I stand corrected Miss B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never bought a Destiny's Child CD, but a friend made a copy for me. It was the CD before their final farewell CD. Surprisingly I liked most of the CD, and found a few songs where I loved the music and lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I ever saw Destiny's Child, I immediately taped the video, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO." I used to tape a lot of videos years ago from BET's video programs and this was one I had to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched them through the years, I was like, "umph, they're doing their thing" - nothing groundbreaking or earth shattering...until "Bills, Bills, Bills" came out. I loved that video and the clothes (of course). So I taped that one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their albums came and went and I liked a few radio hits. Fast forward to Miss B's B-Day album. I was watching &lt;strong&gt;MTV Tr3s&lt;/strong&gt; a few weeks back and caught her on a show that was already in progress. Beyonce was previewing the videos from her album and providing commentary on how they were created. It was a very good show!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw one video in particular that nailed it for me...."Get Me Bodied." Ok, I'm a Theatre Arts major and I love musicals...and singing and dancing. That's why I get all hyped up about fashion, animation, and art &amp; entertaining....I love performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she began to talk about this video, I knew already that the theme was from one of my favorite musicals I had the opportunity to tape years ago, "Sweet Charity" featuring Shirley MacLaine, Chita Rivera and the awesome Paula Kelly. The dance sequences in that movie were choreographed by the late great Bob Fosse and they were incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNUwjEI8wI/AAAAAAAAAec/Dc0pbTbYzdo/s1600-h/Sweet+Charity+Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103515995763962626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNUwjEI8wI/AAAAAAAAAec/Dc0pbTbYzdo/s320/Sweet+Charity+Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never seen this movie before, so when I happened upon it, it changed me forever because I realized that back then, Fosse was the king...or queen, :0) as it were. This movie made him a bad mutha (shut yo' mouth)!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh, the costumes, the sets, the dancers...PHENOMENAL. I have watched a number of Fosse movies, and this one was the best. This movie also starred a number of great male stars like Sammy Davis, Jr., Ben Vereen, Ricardo Montalban and Stubby Kaye...the old hoofers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never seen Sweet Charity, you might not have an appreciation for what Beyonce's people did. They kept the integrity of the dance number in tact while infusing what's popular in dance today. The clothing and bits of Sweet Charity's choreography were also used and it was done very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the commentary of each of the other video's too because it lets you know just how much work and technology is involved. I won't go into it because I can't remember everything she said...but it involves long hours and a lot of hard, hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give props where props are due....and they are definitely due to Miss B! I am amazed at her talent and her style. I felt that way when I saw her in Dreamgirls too. She held her own in my opinion although Jennifer ran away with the Oscar. Beyonce is very stylized. She has that "it" girl factor working for her and she's a triple threat...she sings, she dances and she acts (not in the dramatic, oscar winning category, but she's doin' the damn thang). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks go out to Beyonce for bringing back a favorite musical with that video, and she has my vote for entertainer of the year. She is Beyoncelicious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANCES FROM THA HOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtSNtTEI8zI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2bRKgLsgZVU/s1600-h/Tweetie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103860087068881714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtSNtTEI8zI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2bRKgLsgZVU/s320/Tweetie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness....this show is a hoot! I caught an episode on "what else?" - MTV Tr3s!! What can I say...there's some interesting shows on there if you catch them. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember my days being on The Dance Connection television show in Washington, DC, and when I saw this show, I was glad that we weren't in the least bit "Ghetto Fabulous" even with our low budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show has a host who is very street savvy and she can move. She has her cast of regulars and they do all the latest dances from the streets and videos. So if you want to learn how to do the "Aunt Jackie"...you've got to watch "Tweetie" do her thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crackin' up at her....but she's got her tv host personality in tact. She's lively, she's funny, and she has kept this idea on tv where other shows like this have failed. They've had a couple of dance off tv shows and they just didn't last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta give props out to 'DANCES' FROM THA HOOD'. You've got to see it to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8426419980684660807?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8426419980684660807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8426419980684660807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8426419980684660807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8426419980684660807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-threadhead-few-months-back-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RtNTDDEI8uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NFMg-vKpzt4/s72-c/MJB+Breakthrough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8095054948373538552</id><published>2007-08-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:12.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE WORLD ACCORDING TO.....???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a wild and wonderful few weeks preparing for yesterdays craft fair. On Sunday, Aug. 12th I set up the Kiss'n Kuzn's booth as a vendor at Craftivism. Yep I did the damn thang, and it was fun.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhYQxi7vI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_lezThesJCs/s1600-h/Crftvsm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322585119289074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhYQxi7vI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_lezThesJCs/s320/Crftvsm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                 Here's a few pics of the booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhYwxi7wI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6eEL0EF3WFU/s1600-h/Crftvsm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322593709223682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhYwxi7wI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6eEL0EF3WFU/s320/Crftvsm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhZAxi7xI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uOtp8XJK3bQ/s1600-h/Crftvsm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322598004190994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhZAxi7xI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uOtp8XJK3bQ/s320/Crftvsm6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The organization that hosted the event, AIGA Design, picked the site of L.A.'s new building of loft apartments - Santee Courtyard on 7th and Los Angeles Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very beautifully decorated lofts and crafts go together like...I don't know, somebody thought they'd go together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each visitor was given two free drink tickets with their $10 admission. So one had to pass all of us vendors to get to the lofts and the bar. Very clever indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiVgxi71I/AAAAAAAAAaU/lmBuS6q8r9w/s1600-h/Native+Tanzinian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323637386276690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiVgxi71I/AAAAAAAAAaU/lmBuS6q8r9w/s320/Native+Tanzinian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hosts said 400 people showed up. That's incredible. From my vantage point (and sales) I wouldn't have believed that many people were there, but it was a great experience and wonderful exposure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brother with the hoops is from Tanzania. I didn't want to ask him to take too many pictures, but he was dressed from head to toe in his traditional outfit. Click on the picture to enlarge it, and you'll see that he had a large disc under his nose and plates in his lips. My first time seeing someone like him up close.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiqgxi77I/AAAAAAAAAbE/NXDq2bEXnGE/s1600-h/Ruffld+Blck+&amp;+Whte+Purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323998163529650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiqgxi77I/AAAAAAAAAbE/NXDq2bEXnGE/s320/Ruffld+Blck+%26+Whte+Purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked this purse this woman was carrying. It's my next project. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these interior shots of the lofts, the furnishings were exquisite.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiWQxi74I/AAAAAAAAAas/98IXoQ17Feg/s1600-h/Loft+Aerial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323650271178626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiWQxi74I/AAAAAAAAAas/98IXoQ17Feg/s320/Loft+Aerial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDipQxi75I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5Vy5hfayXoE/s1600-h/Loft+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323976688693138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDipQxi75I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5Vy5hfayXoE/s320/Loft+2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiUwxi70I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6AdrCy6ArNg/s1600-h/Loft+1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323624501374786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiUwxi70I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6AdrCy6ArNg/s320/Loft+1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiqQxi76I/AAAAAAAAAa8/kL0qCCCnxSc/s1600-h/Loft+2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323993868562338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiqQxi76I/AAAAAAAAAa8/kL0qCCCnxSc/s320/Loft+2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiWAxi73I/AAAAAAAAAak/1F0UezJ8h5E/s1600-h/Loft+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323645976211314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiWAxi73I/AAAAAAAAAak/1F0UezJ8h5E/s320/Loft+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing to me to see all these wonderful designers/crafters in Los Angeles vying to catch someone's attention and desires. That's what these events are really about. It's not so much whether you "need" any of the stuff - you see something and this desire kicks in...and you walk around and review everything everyone has to offer and then you make a selection. If the desire doesn't warrant a purchase, you take a flyer or a card and tell yourself that you "will" buy something at some later date. That's what I do anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhZQxi7yI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_ZKfT41l0C8/s1600-h/MCastell+Designs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322602299158306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhZQxi7yI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_ZKfT41l0C8/s320/MCastell+Designs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'Merlincasell - fabulous original clothing. Haute Couture baby! This designer had his own booth space at end of the courtyard - standing alone from the rest of us. Very deserving too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was food, an on site art gallery and of course the lofts and bar to take in. Quite a lot to digest in four hours, but everyone I saw was smiling and having a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard other vendors doing well while some didn't do much. It was hot, the sun kept taunting us going in and out, and then before you knew it, the day had faded away and the event was over. I'm glad I was a part of it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhaAxi7zI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wrlnJ9_gvLc/s1600-h/Beausoleil+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322615184060210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhaAxi7zI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wrlnJ9_gvLc/s320/Beausoleil+Art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDiVgxi72I/AAAAAAAAAac/Hm-SvKi84K8/s1600-h/Torso+Art2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323637386276706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The artist, Michel Beausoleil, said that he used discarded torsoes from Neiman Marcus. I want that hook-up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMATION NATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but I am "hooked" on prime time television shows featuring animated characters. And they're not cartoons, because cartoons are a whole other genre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQn7mpvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lvKJY7ildS0/s1600-h/simpsons_240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099384582128969458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQn7mpvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lvKJY7ildS0/s320/simpsons_240_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the moment I saw "The Simpsons" on The Tracy Ullman show years ago, I knew that I would tune in to watch these wacky characters. To date there has been only one other show that rivaled the Simpsons for me, Eddie Murphy's "PJ's". Unfortunately the show was so frought with controversy on it's political correctness...it was doomed before we really had a chance to see how far it would develop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSo4H7mpxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LrLiQOAPOvg/s1600-h/PJ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099386360245430034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSo4H7mpxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LrLiQOAPOvg/s320/PJ%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was utter nonsense to me the way Black folks were up in arms about this show. "It's stereotyping people in the Ghetto." "He's making Black Folks look stupid"...and on and on. Hello!!!??? It was a ground breaking idea, as there were no characters in cartoons or any other animated show that were about Blacks. Why can't we just let people do their thing, and respect their creative ideas? That show was funny, I don't care what you say. And on top of that....Black actors were working at a steady gig! What's the problem here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the first one to get on my soapbox and talk about being politically correct. But the PJ's was nothing more than "farce" and it was damned entertaining - plenty of laughs and it was also educational. I dont' live in the ghetto, so I appreciated being informed on the term "ghetto fabulous" or "crackhead"....it was the first time I saw those characters, and it was in this show. And again...IT WAS FUNNY! Sometimes we're our own worst critics. Moving on.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adult Entertainment themes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was exhausted from the craft event, so I just laid on the couch and watched the whole line up on Fox TV - The Simpsons, American Dad and Family Guy. I also catch King of The Hill when I can because that truly is a funny show about Texas rednecks. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQn7mpuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Fk2JVors1Bc/s1600-h/King+of+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099384582128969442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQn7mpuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Fk2JVors1Bc/s320/King+of+Hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched the latter two shows, with it's Adult Content viewer warning, I began to wonder how these shows can be so successful with the violence, sexual innuendos and dysfunctional family life they portray. The writers are witty and clever, but some of the dialogue makes even me blush at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQ37mpwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/imOa0rcp4Fg/s1600-h/familyguy240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099384586423936770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQ37mpwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/imOa0rcp4Fg/s320/familyguy240_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never seen American Dad or Family Guy, you owe it to yourself to watch a couple of episodes. As hard as they try to always end on a positive note, it's getting through all the blood and gore and racy humor that makes these shows a hit. I can't say that I watch each and every week, but like last night, if nothing else catches my attention - I am more than eager to watch an episode of these shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQX7mptI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6LzjTL-m5Yc/s1600-h/americandad_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099384577834002130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsSnQX7mptI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6LzjTL-m5Yc/s320/americandad_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American Dad did a take on "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" and the Family Guy incorporated a very entertaining segment featuring a Hollywood Musical with Gene Kelly. It was a hoot! I enjoyed that sequence so much, I could not stop laughing. I also was in awe of the technology they used to digitize the baby, Stewie, into the scene because it was seamless. The show even ran opening credits like a movie studio movie would...it was sheer genius. Seth McFarlane, the creator of both of these shows has a team of creative people who really push the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Dad had to grow on me at first as it features a talking fish (with German accent), and an Alien as part of the family. Even for animation, it was weird. But I watch and laugh "if" I get some their humor. It's that kind of humor that is pretty high-brow at times or just plain stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like the idea of knowing that a lot of big name and unknown actors do the voices for these characters. They make guest appearances either as themselves, or some ludicrous character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though you can count the number of cast "minority" characters on one hand, they are in these shows. Again, you never know who's working the voices, but it gives so many people a chance to make extra money doing voice overs and it's just plain fun I'm sure. Look at all of the feature films featuring famous actors? That in itself is testimony that actors enjoy this kind of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These shows have been on for years, and they poke fun at EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. And no one has any problems with it. People accepted it, and they watched these shows grow. I've always said, if you don't care for a television show, DON'T WATCH IT!! Instead, some people believe they wouldn't be exercising their constitutional rights if they didn't join in on the controversy. Now look what you're stuck with!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand &lt;strong&gt;South Park&lt;/strong&gt;, and I didn't understand why &lt;strong&gt;Beevis and Butthead&lt;/strong&gt; were so popular. I watched. If I liked it I would tune in again...if I didn't like what I saw...I didn't watch. Pretty simple if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you think watching those cookie cutter sitcoms is really good television, think again. Tune in to Family Guy or King of the Hill, and you just might be surprised at what you find in Animation Nation. The world according to???.......indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8095054948373538552?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8095054948373538552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8095054948373538552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8095054948373538552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8095054948373538552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/08/world-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RsDhYQxi7vI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_lezThesJCs/s72-c/Crftvsm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-4673296226767770143</id><published>2007-07-25T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:13.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW MUSIC....WHERE HAVE I BEEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reach a certain age and maturity, things are expected to change. However, I have always considered myself "young at heart". When did I change into this person who doesn't have her hand on the pulse of the new generation of artists cropping up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I began to notice it a few years ago when I watched The American Music Awards. I didn't know half of the artists on the show. Good Charlotte, Maroon 5.....what the heck?? Yes, I keep up with more of the R &amp; B entertainers, but I had always known who was hot every year. I can't say that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been watching &lt;strong&gt;MTV Tr3s&lt;/strong&gt;, which is a Spanish version of MTV, I have seen some artists that I am not aware of. MTV Tres has a lot of Latin music but they also feature a lot of the regular American artists and shows that the other MTV show has. I watched Pimp My Ride and Cribs. So I'm glad I found the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other night I watched two videos that I really liked, and I had NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE WERE. I was like, "I'm waaay out of touch". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjgAgxi7rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jZFCx3GiizQ/s1600-h/Orishas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091565678144712370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjgAgxi7rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jZFCx3GiizQ/s320/Orishas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first group was &lt;strong&gt;Orishas&lt;/strong&gt;, and they are a Latin Rap Group. They have this song called "Hay Un Son" and it is bumpin' (probably outdated expression too!). I loved it and you know when I love something, I'm all hyped up and ready to share it with everybody. I found out that they are France-based, and that they've been around since 2000. Wow, that's amazing I have never heard of them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjgAgxi7qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jzXzVIEh4Gw/s1600-h/51PN57M4HEL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091565678144712354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjgAgxi7qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jzXzVIEh4Gw/s320/51PN57M4HEL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a review of their 2003 album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On EMIGRANTE, Latin hip-hop crew Orishas serves up a heady brew of aggressive, Cypress Hill-style rap combined with smooth Cuban vocals, old school beats, and sharp, minimalist production. A number of tracks also feature traditional Latin instrumentation, making the album a true fusion of North and South. Unlike many non-English speaking hip-hoppers, Roldan, Ruzzo and Yotuel are prodigious rhymers, reveling in the Spanish language's natural melodiousness, but adding a rhythmic virtuosity and biting edge usually only heard in the work of the best East coast rappers. By contrast, Orishas' lazy grooves often recall the West Coast G-funk jams of Dr. Dre. Despite the obvious touchstones, however, the presence of real instruments and the frequent use of vocals keep the record sounding fresh. Orishas' totally unique approach to hip-hop and their refusal to merely copy American artists makes EMIGRANTE one of the genre's, and perhaps 2002's, most important albums.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak Spanish, so I have no idea what they're saying, but the music is good and that hook "Hay Un Son" is nice. So, if you haven't heard of this group either, check out their video in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video Post Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of this blog. The video is very creative and visually stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group was called &lt;strong&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I've seen some posts about their song, "Take Your Clothes Off" but never saw a picture of them. This video is fun and the music is great. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjiVgxi7sI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1d8JiRkvsgc/s1600-h/h39592hpqhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091568237945220802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjiVgxi7sI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1d8JiRkvsgc/s320/h39592hpqhn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjiVwxi7tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lk3T9pHP15k/s1600-h/20070118135709990001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091568242240188114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjiVwxi7tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/lk3T9pHP15k/s320/20070118135709990001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I had never heard of these folks either, but I like this song. I don't get the stuffed animal/mascot angle, but I missed the opening so perhaps there was a clue about why they chose to use them. Interesting....I can appreciate any video that doesn't have a lot of half naked men and women all over each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen this other video from &lt;strong&gt;Lil Mama&lt;/strong&gt;, and she is just too grown for her little self. I don't like it when I see young girls, really young girls being sexual. I don't know how young she is, but she's in love with how her Lip Gloss is attracting attention. Uh yea...if that's what floats her boat! She looks like she's in the 9th grade or something and there is just way too much bumpin' and shakin' for me. I know, I know....that's what the kids do, but I'm one who has never liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some years ago when this song was out, "Hey Little Mama, how you get so freaky" or something like that....and these were elementary school kids doing all that rump shakin'. It was disgraceful and I'm glad it didn't stay on the scene too long, nor did the people make any follow up videos. The folks in the hood see a way to make some dollas, and they exploit our youth. Not anything new I know, but its just so unbelievable that the parents were in the doggone video chanting and egging these kids on. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did I become so out of touch? I think its because I listen to a lot more CD's than I used to. I also have my iPod and that's on most of the time when I'm traveling to and from work. At work I listen to my iTunes or Real Player from CD's I've downloaded 'cause my radio reception is bad. Also I don't have cable (BIG REASON), and I don't listen to the radio in the car like I used to. I used to know all the new songs. So up until I started watching this new MTV channel , I'd go online and see who was out there. But again, I can't know all of the new folks out there 'cause different sites have different genres of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems lately that I've found out about these new groups from watching TV. I did with Amy Winehouse...started seeing her trailers and liked what I heard. I also remember when I first caught wind of &lt;strong&gt;The Buena Vista Social Club&lt;/strong&gt;. I happened to be watching PBS one night and caught the documentary. I was blown away!!! Not only did I love the story of reviving the careers and music from these old Cuban singers, I was thrilled to see they had an album out thanks to Ry Cooder who documented this story. As soon as it became available I went right out and bought it. Now, everytime I see Ry Cooder listed on albums or whatever, I have much respect for him. He is all about preserving music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do read a lot I have found myself coming across a few unfamiliar singers like, Cesaria Evora, because I'm reading an article in a magazine. I was reading a review of her music almost 8 years ago and she sounded extraordinary. I have yet to hear a lot of her music, but the reviews of her were amazing. Cesaria is from Cape Verde and is listed as a folk singer. When I read the review about her it was so fascinating because the reviewer said that she likes to perform with her shoes off, and that she's a woman who's had a troubled past...something about drinking, fighting, and other hard hitting tales she told him. She too has been around for a while, but I never saw any press on her until I read the article back in the early 2000's. So I'm glad I found these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjoeAxi7uI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pNC-o28XPoM/s1600-h/evora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091574981043875554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjoeAxi7uI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pNC-o28XPoM/s320/evora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cesaria Evora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been in book stores and have heard unusual music playing over the intercom that I like, so I'll find out who the artists are. I did that when I heard "ManRay" for the first time. I soon found out that they have volumes of music. Never heard of them before, but I loved the fact that they had such diverse music from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have to listen to Third World and/or Alternative music to know about these people. So I might not be out of touch, just not searching for what's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that I am being drawn to more and more Latin music. I think that's natural, given the power of rhythms and music kept from Slavery. As a matter of fact, Orishas has images of African Masks and an Elephant, and Dia de la Muerte (Day of the Dead) Sculls in their video. And if you know your African/Latin Religion - Orisha is a Santeria God. It's very evident that the music lives on from the Africans who were dropped off in every part of the world. Who knew there were indigenous Blacks in the Netherlands, but they are there. It could be that since I'm back in "MexiFornia" I am influenced. Yea I said it, and ya'll know it's true. LOL The basic truth is that I like what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say....I'm hoping I can get my groove back and stay on top of what's poppin', what's shakin', what's crackin' in the music world. I guess if the music isn't crossing over to my side of the fence....I'm just missing out on it altogether. Get it together girlie and look and listen up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-4673296226767770143?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4673296226767770143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=4673296226767770143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4673296226767770143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4673296226767770143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-music.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqjgAgxi7rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jZFCx3GiizQ/s72-c/Orishas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7434563176634970713</id><published>2007-07-24T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:14.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;REED'S RIBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former high school classmate is making big news in Sacramento with his rib restaurant. Bill Reed has taken over the family business of BBQ'ing and has made a name for himself as having the best ribs in town!! I am so proud of Billy. He and his wife Tracy are representing their community in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever in the Rosemont area of Sacramento, please stop by and get some awesome vittles from Reed's Ribs. I hear the food is off the hook....well, don't just take my word for it. Check out the &lt;strong&gt;Video Post section&lt;/strong&gt; of this blog and see him on the local CBS 13 newscast. His business is winning customers every day! YOU GO BOY!! Check him out online too! &lt;a href="http://www.reedsribs.com/"&gt;http://www.reedsribs.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaDQxi7nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GONj6FaS68w/s1600-h/New+Beginnings+Welcome+Wagn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091207284598697586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaDQxi7nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GONj6FaS68w/s320/New+Beginnings+Welcome+Wagn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had the distinct pleasure of singing at a church in Seattle, WA with my choir and pastor. The church was actually located in Renton, which is not too far from Seattle. The New Beginning's Christian Fellowship Church is doing big things in this little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor, John Hunter, and the pastor of the church, Dr. Leslie D. Braxton, are dear friends and colleagues, so we came to support this dynamic leader as they celebrated their Second Anniversary. And Pastor Braxton has a lot to celebrate as he has secured an 11.5 acre of land that will house his new church home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaEAxi7pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rZ28CHiBstc/s1600-h/Nw+Beginns+Dancers+&amp;+FAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091207297483599506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaEAxi7pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rZ28CHiBstc/s320/Nw+Beginns+Dancers+%26+FAME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Unity choir of F.A.M.E. was glad to come sing, and we had a wonderful time getting to know the members of the congregation. The best thing is that we had the best hosts. We were shuttled around town, taken to restaurants to fellowship, and enjoyed a boat cruise courtesy of our pastor. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaCwxi7mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cvDNcpXkkkc/s1600-h/Clayton+&amp;+Nw+Beginns+Shuttle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091207276008762978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaCwxi7mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cvDNcpXkkkc/s320/Clayton+%26+Nw+Beginns+Shuttle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it rained the entire time we were there, but that didn't stop us from enjoying the sights of the Market Place and The Pike. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and I look forward to going back to Seattle to visit and spend more time getting to know the city. It reminds me so much of Oregon. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaDwxi7oI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UMWihzUH75M/s1600-h/The+Pike+&amp;+Market+Place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091207293188632194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaDwxi7oI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UMWihzUH75M/s320/The+Pike+%26+Market+Place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish Pastor Braxton, his family and the congregation all the best. They are so deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AHMET ERTEGUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaDzwxi7iI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2lm9JsTyq40/s1600-h/Ahmet+Ertegun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090901354078203426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaDzwxi7iI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2lm9JsTyq40/s320/Ahmet+Ertegun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another wonderful program came on PBS and I was fortunate to view it a couple of weeks ago. Remember in the movie "Ray" when Ray Charles was approached in his hotel room by Atlantic Records executive, Ahmet Ertegun? Well the true story of "The House That Atlantic Records Built" told this wonderfully delightful tale of how Atlantic Records became the little label that "could".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmet told this story when I first tuned in. While visiting friends in New York, a 16 year old Ahmet decided to go uptown to Harlem and see a Cabaret show all alone. It seems, no one noticed this young man as he sat in and watched Cotton Club performers (dancers and musicians) and ended up staying out all night drinking and partying. Much to the dismay of his friends, they called his father after he was found to be safe. Ahmet said it was the first time his father hit him as he had worried everyone by not coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a timeline of how he began his musical career as a record exec and songwritter. When he was much younger, his older brother Nesuhi took him to see Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington at the Palladium in London in 1934. He moves with family to Washington, D.C., when his father becomes Turkish ambassador to the U.S in 1937. At age 14, Ertegun's mother buys him a record cutting machine. Taking a Cootie Williams instrumental, "West End Blues," he writes lyrics to it. With the instrumental playing on a record player he sings lyrics into the microphone as the record plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He graduates from St. John's College in Annapolis, MD, and goes on to graduate studies in philosophy at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C. His father dies, and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He co-founds Atlantic Records in New York City with friend and jazz fan Herb Abramson (a dental student and A&amp;R man for National Records) and a $10,000 loan from Ertegun's family dentist. They pick the name after hearing of a label called Pacific Jazz. Atlantic's first office is in the condemned Jefferson Hotel on 56th Street between Sixth Avenue and Broadway. The living room is used as the office. (Taken from American Masters website. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting about his story was that he hired two young songwriters that I was familiar with because I had seen "them" on a PBS special several years ago when their hit broadway show,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Axi7jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Ph6kmxWsn4/s1600-h/Smokin+JOes"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090901358373170738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Axi7jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Ph6kmxWsn4/s320/Smokin+JOes%27.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Smokin' Joe's Cafe" was at it's peak, reviving the music of the 1950's-1960's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Stoller and Jerry Lieber were hitmakers for Atlantic Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and taped the story of Lieber &amp; Stoller and it was fascinating to see how they created some of that era's most popular songs and worked with musical giants that we still listen to today. If you ever have an opportunity to see either one of these stories, you will be highly amazed that these White guys had their "ears" and "eyes" on the pulse of what &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Qxi7lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uGPAKxPuUh0/s1600-h/Lieber+&amp;amp;+Stoller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090901362668138066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Qxi7lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uGPAKxPuUh0/s320/Lieber+%26+Stoller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was the next wave of great music for millions of music lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were instrumental in launching and sustaining the careers of Ben E. King, The Coasters, Peggy Lee, Ruth Brown, The Drifters and many, many more. They wrote songs you would "never" have imagained..."Charlie Brown", "Under the Boardwalk", and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed by their musical genius. Here they were, two White guys who knew R &amp; B music and lyrics that would become classics today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is always interesting to me when we're able to see the real history of musical artists, you find out who who recorded songs that other well known artists have become famous from. Take for instance, Willie Mae "Big Mama" Thornton. She was the first person to sing, "You Ain't Nothin' But A Hounddog". Her version was classic Blues rendition; raw with emotion. Well, years later, the song was covered by Elvis Presley and it became one of "his" greatest hits and signature songs. It's good to know the truth though, even though it's a little known fact. When I heard this question asked on television, "who was the original artist to sing You Ain't Nothin' But a Hounddog?", I knew the answer right away because of this documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me get back to Ahmet Ertegun. He was instrumental in giving these two producers lots of acts to work with and they were very succesful. Ahmet believed in giving the artists support and freedom to do the music that was dear to their hearts, and not what was just popular. When he brought Aretha Franklin in to the studio, his intuitiveness told him that she was not just a great Gospel and Classic Standards vocalist. He helped her branch out and find her niche which was purely Soul Music. Aretha said that Ahmet and his producers were the best and they always had the best times in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmet seems to be an unlikely resource for finding great Black talent, but again he did. He worked with Otis Redding, and believed Otis was the greatest Male singer of his time. The Atlantic record label was very diverse and signed all kinds of musical acts from R &amp; B, to Jazz, Classic Standards and Rock &amp;amp; Roll. It's always interesting to see how these well known artists came to be, and there was vintage footage of Aretha Franklin, Bette Midler, Bobby Darin, Led Zeppelin, Ray Charles and others. So many, many great artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the story to be so facsinating because we don't often know who these record moguls are. I remember the first time I knew that Herb Alpert was the "A" of A &amp; R Records. Not only was he a recording artist but he ran a record label. Back in the day, that was definitely a gutsy move, but in today's music business it is very commonplace. And most new Rap artists are producers and record execs before they become performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I once again found a bit of history that was well worth watching, and that is crossed over to another great story of two songwriters who were virtual unknowns to the general public, but were the Kings Of Lyrics and Music in the industry. It's the same as Quincy Jones and his musical empire. It's not everyday we see how these people became the musical giants they are. PBS is always on the cutting edge when it comes to great documentaries and specials. I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IF THE SHOE FITS...DESIGN WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More very cool artwork found on the internet. This is a man after my own heart. Can you believe this? A chair made entirely out of women's shoes. The artist is Willie Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what inspired this vision and how the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Qxi7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BL0PiLI8XP4/s1600-h/williecole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090901362668138050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqaD0Qxi7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BL0PiLI8XP4/s320/williecole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heck he fashioned each shoe to form the chair. You definitely have to give him his props for being so ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen those huge shoes that are actually chairs in the furniture stores, and would love to own one, but this chair is truly a masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7434563176634970713?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7434563176634970713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7434563176634970713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7434563176634970713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7434563176634970713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/reeds-ribs-my-former-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RqeaDQxi7nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GONj6FaS68w/s72-c/New+Beginnings+Welcome+Wagn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-832085970132341349</id><published>2007-07-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:56:06.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0ZB-Y1WGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i7hv8kp8QlI/s1600-h/Snoop+Actor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088250675716249698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0ZB-Y1WGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i7hv8kp8QlI/s320/Snoop+Actor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT UP CUZ???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Props go out to my cuz, Snoop Dogg. All over the internet, word is Snoop and family will have their own "reality show" on the E! network. Here's the write up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snoop Dogg, Actor. No, Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In case you haven't heard, &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=11181ead-ce9a-410d-8484-52398467849f&amp;amp;entry=index" target="_blank"&gt;E!'s got the one and only big dog&lt;/a&gt;, S-N-double-O-P, in the family now. The living legend will have his own reality show on our network starting later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the news of &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=2e209565-2cd0-4bbc-a57c-978c9bf103c1"&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;/a&gt;'s arrival sweeping through our offices like a cloud of, uh, smoke, it's time to take a look at Snoop's film career. Let's skip over, say, Soul Plane, his porn-producing years and the remake of The Wash with Dr. Dre, and get right to the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Half Baked (1998): Calvin Broadus made his big-screen debut in this high-larious comedy. Big Snoop didn't play himself, exactly, but a character billed as Scavenger Smoker. Now, that's the guy who always pops up right when you're about to light up—or so I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby Boy (2001): After a few wack hood movies, Snoop gave a tremendous performance as Rodney, a terrifying just-out-of-jail ex-boyfriend. Go back and watch the dogfather in director John Singleton's movie, and there's no chance you won't appreciate Snoop's acting chops. I recently interviewed Taraji Henson, his costar in that film, and she told me that nobody was nicer and more professional on set than Snoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Arthur and the Invisibles (2006): Known best for his distinct sound on the mike, the transition to voice-over work came naturally. Snoop lent his likeness to director Luc Besson's half-animated fantasy, for which I interviewed him. Snoop told me that once he heard Besson was involved in the project, he signed up. Plus, now he can say he's been in a movie with &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=4553b5d0-43f9-4e59-a84f-0f4870d8b40a"&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;/a&gt;—even if it is a cartoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Training Day (2001): Snoop is a big dude. Six-five. Most leading men in Hollywood are shorter in person than you might expect (&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=dfaf3f54-30d5-40a0-ac03-42ce9e8bd114"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=5fe3874d-93fb-4e91-9f4f-e8a87b7d3ef4"&gt;Robert Redford&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=08d19609-36a6-41c6-a9b5-54f8898e238e"&gt;Mark Wahlberg&lt;/a&gt;, etc.). Snoop is the opposite, one tall glass of gin and juice. In one of his best roles to date, the Long Beach O.G. plays a wheelchair-bound crack dealer in &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=f057d0c0-00a6-4576-858b-6fb5dd34de60"&gt;Antoine Fuqua&lt;/a&gt;'s acclaimed film. Snoop holds his own opposite &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=20c21c45-821d-4225-bce0-1b80be5b525e"&gt;Denzel Washington&lt;/a&gt;, who got the Oscar for that very movie. Seeing Snoop slide down the streets of downtown L.A. in a wheelchair with crack rocks in his mouth, rocking a Rocawear tee, is one of my all-time favorite movie moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Tenants (2006): Nobody except for Snoop and me probably saw this movie, but I thought he was incredible as the writer Willie Spearmint opposite &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=0f4ed978-ecaa-400b-8251-2f2958f312c5"&gt;Dylan McDermott&lt;/a&gt;. The two play novelists trying to construct their masterpieces while living in the same apartment building. I hope Snoops seeks out more roles like this and plays against type more often. A brave choice for the rapper who has now officially earned the title of actor as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the new Snoop show drops this fall on E!, be sure to check out some of these Doggy Dogg movie moments—and don't forget his frat-party scene in Old School. Welcome to the family, big homey. Chuuuuuuuurch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS STORY WAS TAKEN FROM E! ONLINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-832085970132341349?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/832085970132341349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=832085970132341349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/832085970132341349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/832085970132341349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-up-cuz-props-go-out-to-my-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0ZB-Y1WGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i7hv8kp8QlI/s72-c/Snoop+Actor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-8074917989398969954</id><published>2007-07-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:17.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked into the Borders Book store yesterday, I realized how much I enjoyed relaxing and reading my favorite books. I also get pleasure from surfing the internet for information. I definitely have a thirst for knowledge that never seems to be quenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly reading the latest "free" circular newspaper (The LA Free Weekly, The OC Free Weekly, etc.) and am amazed at how much information I store (in my brain and in my resource files). I have so many documents, ads and clippings that I have run out of space!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpvuHuY1V8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1PVn_nEkXgg/s1600-h/Working+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087922020523792322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpvuHuY1V8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1PVn_nEkXgg/s320/Working+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't ever remember being this way until after I saw the movie, "Working Girl" with Melanie Griffin. I love this movie and its (cautionary) tale about living up to your potential and going after something that you want to achieve your dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Melanie had to defend herself against Sigourney Weaver and explain to the CEO how she came up with the idea to merge the radio and talk show idea...she referred to her habit of reading the daily society page in the newspaper. I know that I didn't intentionally begin to read more because of this movie, but I smile when I realize that I have become a voracious reader just like she was when it comes to fashion, celebrities and popular culture. I want to know what's going on and keep up with the trends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bookmark websites, download pictures, join online groups and I feel like I am keeping my eye on the industry that I hope to have a career in, in the very near future. While I can't possibly find everything that's pertinent to what I am doing, I have cast a wide net throughout my searches for stuff I find interesting and helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love, love, love gardening so if I want to know about a certain flower, I'm on the internet searching, or asking knowlegeable people what it is. There's this wonderful vine that grows in my neighborhood and it has the most incredible flowers on it. What caught my eye is that the flowers look like curly seashells or snails. Sure enough I asked a coworker and she asked one of her friends and voila, I found out what that flower was. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0JSuY1WFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6ZSmSAqVl1g/s1600-h/Snail+Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088233371293014098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0JSuY1WFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6ZSmSAqVl1g/s320/Snail+Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNAIL FLOWER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm riding on the Metro train to work, I kept noticing these beautiful flowers growing on vines. They cover fences, stairwells etc. and I loved how exotic they were. I would never have imagined that these flowers would grow wild like this. It turned out to be the Passion flower (Passiflora). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0JSeY1WEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eeMXpQIAKyE/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088233366998046786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0JSeY1WEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eeMXpQIAKyE/s320/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PASSION FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back in California, I have noticed a lot more vegetation (flora and fauna) that I never noticed before. I think this is because these plants are indigenous to Southern California. It's just like the Bouganvillea flower. I had never seen these beautiful flowers when I lived here in the late 1970's...they're everywhere, like the Oleander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this "information age", I am appreciative of all of the people who do as I do and spend their energy blogging and providing valuable information that would usually cost a pretty penny to come by. So I love, that for the most part, I have been able to gather a variety of information "freely" from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying that "knowledge is power " and I agree because being well versed in a variety of subject matter does give me a feeling of being powerful. I know of what I speak and so forth. I'm no "know-it-all". I'm more like a "know-a-lot-more-than-usual." :0) So to all of you...thanks for sharing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLLECTING.....Hobby or Obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am an avid reader, I love going to the library to find books on arts &amp; crafts, fashion and jewelry making. Or whenever I experienced computer problems, I could always use a computer at the local library. I have a total of 3 library cards for Long Beach, Cerritos and the greater L.A. area. And the libraries are so modern and beautiful too. The Cerritos and downtown L.A. Main branches are my favorites because they have awesome displays of art, they have ideal seating areas, and both have gift shops. :0) Love to shop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found that I love collecting items that have to do with writing. I have a wonderful book which details how to write "Love Letters". My favorite poem is -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Monday Lover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Couldn't sleep, thinking about you. Woke up, thinking about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brushed my teeth, thinking about you. Washed my hair, thinking about you. Made myself smell nice, thinking about you. I listened to the radio, thinking about you. Went into dark tunnels, thinking about you. Rode the train, thinking about you. Pretended to work, thinking about you. Drank red wine, thinking about you. Sat by the fire, stroking the cat, watching the embers glowing, reading love poems, thinking about you. Went to bed, thinking about you. Couldn't sleep, thinking about you. Woke up, thinking about you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such an awesome book because of the graphics, samples of love letters and poems, and the techniques discussed - which include using the perfect writing instruments. The author stated that the best way to write a love letter is to use a fountain pen with black ink. So, I went out and purchased one. Little did I realize that there was such a movement to go back to using the wonderful writing instruments of the turn of the century. I found that stationery stores carried fountain pen kits...nibs, ink, wax and seals. It's a fascinating and beautiful art form. I find it very romantic and personal too. Because we spend so much time typing, emailing and texting one another, I truly can appreciate the time honored tradition of "writing" a personal letter and do so whenever can. I hope to own a kit one day, however, I will continue to feed my passion for....collecting stationery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There never seems to be enough time to hand write a letter, but when I do, I do it with style! I find stationery and unique paper almost anywhere. Since I love Thrift and Antique stores, finding stationery here is definitely a treasure. Then there are the discount department stores like Ross, Burlington Coat Factory, Marshall's, and TJ Maxx. There has been such a resurgence of stationery products in these stores, I can never seem to get enough of them. They also have journals and all kinds of notebooks for everyday use. I just love it! And they're not that expensive which makes it really appealing....I couldn't resist buying a set for $3.99 and it has an address book, notepad, matching pencil and holder. I don't know who did the market research on these items, but they were on the mark. I LOOOOOVE this stuff. The image has animal print and soft pastel colors and there is wording on it "Fashion Kitty". Adorable! It looks like it's something right out of a 1950's boudoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has also been a resurgence of products aimed at women with wonderful images and graphics that run the gamut to dress forms, mannequins, ceramic hats, shoes and purses, and anything associated with fashionable accessories from back in the day....Victorian era, the Mod era of the 1960's, and also the Pin Up Girls of the 1950's. There are always items that feature celebrities from the Golden Movie age...Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, James Dean etc. But these are very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good because I pick and choose what I like...the rest "ya'll" can have! :0) So anyway, I'm hooked on everything that has images of a hat, dress, purse, dress form, torso or a shoe on it. I collect it all and it's crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also make arts &amp;amp; crafts projects featuring shoes, torsoes, etc. The references to these items are "girlie" items...so I am all "girl/woman" when it comes to loving this stuff.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CLOY1WDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v4Ze5YSvhhw/s1600-h/Stileto+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088225545862600754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CLOY1WDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v4Ze5YSvhhw/s320/Stileto+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CLOY1WCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7cI9_1PtoAs/s1600-h/Arch.+Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088225545862600738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CLOY1WCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7cI9_1PtoAs/s320/Arch.+Shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I designed the journal cover and made the architectural shoe from pouring plaster of paris in various molds. I made a shoe mold from an old pump. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CK-Y1WBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_DEIf_SLFYU/s1600-h/glass-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088225541567633426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CK-Y1WBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_DEIf_SLFYU/s320/glass-007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought this same little Victorian Boot Charm. I've made polymer clay and plaster of paris pins with this metal charm. It's adorable isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CK-Y1WAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rqFPNjZeZbQ/s1600-h/LeCorset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088225541567633410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rp0CK-Y1WAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rqFPNjZeZbQ/s320/LeCorset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the Corset and Boot images online, I didn't make them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this weekend I went to this discount department store and bought two items for the bathroom that have these images on them. There weren't many left, so I "had" to get them before they were gone. If you can you believe this, I bought a toothbrush holder that is a replica of a dresser of drawers. It has the word "Theatre" stamped on it, and it has a long red evening gown laid across it. There are 3 holes to store your brushes. The other item is....shoe and purse shower curtain hangers!!! They are adorable!!!! I know this is way crazy, but I had seen these shower curtain hangers a week or so ago...when I didn't have any money. So I strategically placed the hangers toward the back of the boxes of other hangers....so that I could conceal them from other shoppers. OK SO I HID THEM SO I COULD COME BACK AND BUY THEM THIS WEEK. Isn't that awful?! Well, it didn't work...because someone browsed through them and there were my hangers FRONT AND CENTER on the shelf. LOL!!! But get this....there was a completely different set of hangers on the shelf that I hadn't seen, so I ended not even buying the set I had hidden. It was too funny....but I got my stuff. And that's just what it is too....stuff!!!! Lots and lots of stuff to make people like me keep buying it. Yes, my purchasing has gone from collecting to "obssessing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyPuY1V9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/x9Evmrkp2-o/s1600-h/B000JLHZ1C.16._SCLZZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088208030985967570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyPuY1V9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/x9Evmrkp2-o/s320/B000JLHZ1C.16._SCLZZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in stores where I've literally ran out the door because they just had too much stuff and I knew I couldn't control my urges. I buy shoe candles, cards, key rings, buttons, shoe post-it-notes, shoe hatboxes, signs, figurines.....and it goes on and on. And what the manufacturers are doing is very cleverly designing more than one style of the same image. I am pretty frugal when it comes to shopping so, even when I am collecting, I am not going to pay an arm and a leg for that item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to be in Michael's Craft store and I always check their $1 bins for little knick knacks. Well wouldn't you know it, they had all kinds of note cards with hats, shoes, purses on them. Yes they were a dollar only, but for all of the styles they had, you could end up spending six or more bucks for notecards, and I really don't need that many. But I did buy three different kind. Also, one day I noticed some Wine Tubes that had this awesome dress design on it that was the same as an address book I bought some months before. And after I got the address book, I found a hatbox that matched, so I had to get that. Then my girlfriend sent me a Christmas present, and lo and behold....it was the same design, but now the shoes and dress were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And this is the same image that is on the toothbrush holder. I don't know how after all these years I would find this same image on a bathroom item, but I did. Oh this is just insane, where will it end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyP-Y1V-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2ec90RPCDXA/s1600-h/PAOHADGJGHMDANDGt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088208035280934882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyP-Y1V-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2ec90RPCDXA/s320/PAOHADGJGHMDANDGt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It doesn't. Because then I began to notice various canvas pictures with Parisienne fashion accessory images on them in the local Big Lot stores around town. And of course I had to have them. So I bought one here and there until I had four distinct images: a dress, shoes and an umbrella, a hat, and a purse. They were only $4.99, so I thought, "that's reasonable." I was happy. But then I saw some pillows at Big Lot with shoes and purse images on them....oh my goodness....what are you people trying to do to me??? LOL So, me being the frugal shopper I am, I had to put my foot down. These pillows were $8 bucks a piece and I just didn't think they were worth that. They were cute, but $8 bucks is $8 bucks. So some months later when I was buying a comforter set there, I saw the pillow with the purse image on it, so I checked the price...it was now $3.99!! Whoohoo, I snatched it up quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have several themes and collections that crossover into one another....I have a Parisienne theme in my powder room and bathroom. I have little guest soaps in the shape of shoes, and dress mannequins. I have pictures and words featuring the word "Paris", so that's another collection...anything with the Eiffel tower or the word or fashion images with one or all of the Paris theme. You getting the picture now? It never, ever ends....so I have had to ease up on my buying....well at least since my last purchase of those doggone bath products. So that will be it for a while.....until the next time I see a gorgeous vase in the shape of a woman's torso, or a shoe candle, or a hat, or a purse, or something with the word Paris, or with the image of the Eiffel Tower....yea, yea, yea!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyQOY1V_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OzaR5mm_J64/s1600-h/shoe+cake+server.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088208039575902194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpzyQOY1V_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OzaR5mm_J64/s320/shoe+cake+server.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, now I didn't even think this was possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out....a cake server in the shape of a shoe...what will they think of next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I bookmarked this site because I may buy it....one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-8074917989398969954?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/8074917989398969954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=8074917989398969954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8074917989398969954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/8074917989398969954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirst-for-knowledge-as-i-walked-into.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpvuHuY1V8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1PVn_nEkXgg/s72-c/Working+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7337451355958896437</id><published>2007-07-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpVnSc1ihtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/otoy3YZ2miA/s1600-h/N+Word+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086084920860903122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpVnSc1ihtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/otoy3YZ2miA/s320/N+Word+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE "N" WORD IS DEAD AND BURIED...or is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the Detroit NAACP buried the word, "Nigg@"- hoping it will never be used again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the "N" word's long and illustrious use in the heads and hearts of many African-Americans. (Which I'm still getting used to calling Black people. It doesn't feel natural so I use it sparingly.) I prefer the word "Black" to identify my race but sometimes I've used the "N" word because it was appropriate to the &lt;strong&gt;sitchiation&lt;/strong&gt;....:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our community uses this word to help us make a statement to the person we're communicating with, it's that simple. It's not about us as a whole. I can assure you that most Black people don't believe we're a bunch of low down, shady &lt;a href="mailto:Nigg@s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nigg@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! We use the term to PUNCTUATE what we're saying to whomever we're having an issue with. That's how I've used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we want the person we're dealing with to realize the brevity of the situation, it may come to me calling you the "N" word because you ain't hearing me or acting right. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I know you ain't for real N!"&lt;br /&gt;2. "You ain't sh..t N!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "N who you talkin' to?" or the ever popular&lt;br /&gt;4. "N pleeease!"&lt;br /&gt;See how it punctuates the statement?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, well then how about how Bernie Mac, on the "Kings of Comedy Tour" broke down the use of the word "MF". Bernie's rationalization is the same for the use of the "N" word. It's for this reason we've kept the word in our everyday exchanges for so long. We know how and why we're using it, but little did we know that our days were numbered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is.... BLACK FOLKS LOVE TO MAKE UP WORDS!!! We love to use SLANG...and so we'll end up with a replacement, you can believe that. We always do Son, Dawg, Homie, Shawty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was in Elementary school, those were the days of the Low Riders and the cool, tough guys in my neighborhood. Hell, my brothers &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; these guys. The popular names they called each other were "Ace Boon Coon"and "Homeboy". My brother Robert used these words exclusively. So as Blacks we understand our "need" to describe ourselves in terms OTHERS don't understand. Whites used Coon for many years, as much as they used the "N"word. But somehow the brothers made it cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our words have soul...so we understand why everyone jumps on the bandwagon to use them. You can't be cool calling your boy, "Hey Pal!" "Uh, what's up my Dude!?" It's got to sound cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't believe non-Blacks are qualified to use the word because it doesn't come from a culture they have grown up in &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt;. Some might disagree, but its evident they don't understand the correctness and sensitivity associated with using the word. This kind of understanding runs through our veins. Yea, I believe it's that deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kids made it a slogan, or some kind of badge of honor to be called one or to call someone else the "N" word. Back in the day, Blacks came to grips with the reality that it was acceptable to Whites to only call us this word. So we began to desensitize the word. We were determined to make it our own so we wouldn't feel so bad about people calling us this. It was in the 1960's when we all believed how beautiful and powerful we were as a Black nation, so we kept the word. We used it in comedy by Richard Pryor. We used it in literature by Dick Gregory, and we used it in our homes. Again, using the word was never about identifying all Blacks, it was slang and sometimes cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that it would become so prolific and widespread today that we'd have to kill it off, just to keep it from destroying a generation of practitioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my wildest dreams would I believe that I could sit on a public train and hear two Hispanic teens use the word with such abandonment, that you know it holds no point of reference for them because the word has been transcended into the Hip Hop/Rap community and that's all they listen to. If Rappers do it, then it's the cool thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about this issue enough to write this piece the moment I saw the story about killing off the "N" word. So I ask - "For who's benefit are we burying this word?" Is it that we're burying it because like everything else "stolen" from our culture....Blacks are able to use it without controversy, but let a non-Black get their hands on that thing and it becomes something else?!! Not only does it become something else in its use and intentions, but it defies logic to most of the world why we have embraced it, and why now we're denouncing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its that same line of thinking when it was determined that when we're bad, we're really good! Weren't Blacks responsible for turning the word "bad" into "good"? And the masses followed along. Michael Jackson's hit, "I'm Bad", sold millions. Yea baby, I'm bad! It's ludicrous!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard for a lot of folks to STOP using this word and I'm one of them. Can we be real for a minute? The word has been used by our community for more than 50 years and it was just for "effect". Can I convert to saying "Negro" now? The "N" word identifies us as a group among ourselves. I gave it the flow test, and it's not FLUID. Negro / Nigga@! Neeegroooeee!! Nigg@! Hmmmm....I gotta be honest, it's gonna be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the NAACP I say...it's a noble, but this is like getting a smoker to give up cigarettes. I may backslide. Can you provide me with an adequate alternative like a patch or some gum?Yuck yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7337451355958896437?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7337451355958896437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7337451355958896437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7337451355958896437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7337451355958896437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/n-word-is-dead-and-buried.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpVnSc1ihtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/otoy3YZ2miA/s72-c/N+Word+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-3027667085744894662</id><published>2007-07-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:19.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SEVEN-SEVEN-"O"SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7-7-07- 07-07-07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJb581ihmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KvsoERYWb1I/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085227980396070498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJb581ihmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KvsoERYWb1I/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday was a record day for weddings because of the "lucky" date - the Seventh day of the Seventh month of the year 2007. I attended my cousin Eileen Christopher and Reverend John Miller's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BRIDE AND GROOM JUMPING THE BROOM!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbLc1ihiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LS9whwsJbIM/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085227181532153378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbLc1ihiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LS9whwsJbIM/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJ4HM1ihsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wfYF2qY8ZNI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085258994354915010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJ4HM1ihsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wfYF2qY8ZNI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purple...It's the color of Royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbMM1ihkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-NqNp6Btamo/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085227194417055298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbMM1ihkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-NqNp6Btamo/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbMc1ihlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NvQlSy38YkU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085227198712022610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJbMc1ihlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NvQlSy38YkU/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a very nice event, and was well attended. The family wishes you all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;AUSTIN CITY LIMITS CONCERT SERIES FEATURES.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Friday night, I got home from choir rehearsal and decided to find something interesting on tv. About 5 months ago I had come across some PBS and Telemundo stations that I had not ever known was available on regular tv. So I made a list of all the stations and decided to see what was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a "Twilight Zone" episode that was just beginning so I watched it. It featured a very young Dennis Weaver in the title role as a man in court who continues to relive his sentencing and ultimate electrocution over and over again. I kind of remember it from many years ago. It reminded me of Ground Hog's Day with Bill Murray, but in this version, the cast kept changing roles....so Dennis Weaver had to keep retelling his story again and again to the people who were now different characters in the show. It was a good episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, around about Midnight...that's when either really good things happen, or really bad things happen :0) In my case it was a VERY GOOD THING that was about to happen. I switched channels and saw a preview for the concert series "Austin City Limits". It would be coming on next and the artist featured was Corinne Bailey Rae. Oh my goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now years and years ago I remember watching this show and saw another person who's music I have come to appreciate - CJ Chenier, Mr. "Zydeco" himself. It was the very first time I had ever heard of Zydedo music and I was sold on the music back in 1992. I loved the way he worked the accordian. I recently saw CJ Chenier at this year's Bayou Festival in Long Beach. He put on a great performance. I was sick, but I waited for him to come on because I had remembered him from that very first time I saw him....I'm loyal if nothing else.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJrM81ihoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NapM2g574Os/s1600-h/Picture+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085244799488001666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJrM81ihoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NapM2g574Os/s320/Picture+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ Chenier with accordian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Beach Bayou Festival was in a different venue this year, but everyone seemed to have fun. I wish I had felt better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corinne Baily Rae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've been ranting and raving about Amy Winehouse, but I love Corinne!! As a matter of fact, when I went in to Best Buy electronics' store I wanted to get Corinne's CD, but the budget wouldn't allow it. Amy's was on sale, so I got hers first....however, after the concert Friday...I know I'll definitely be getting Corinne's.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJuPc1ihrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TyrCJWeOgzU/s1600-h/Corrine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085248140972558002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJuPc1ihrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TyrCJWeOgzU/s320/Corrine+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corinne's performance was stellar, and she's an accomplished guitarist. Her voice is very versatile and I like the lyrics of her songs. I think she sang about 6-7 songs, and each one was better than the one before. She did this one song that started out very slowly, and she had given a little background on the song. She used to play with this all girl group called "Helen" and they did some rock tunes, and one song in their repertoire featured a song by Led Zeppelin. So by the time this particular song ended, the guitarist was whaling Led Zeppelin and it was a great song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave an interview at the end of her set and I hope this young woman has a long career doing what she does. She is a breath of fresh air and I believe she will have longevity in the music business if she continues on her patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJsgs1ihqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UXuvKjH-wvk/s1600-h/kt+tunstall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085246238302045858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJsgs1ihqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UXuvKjH-wvk/s320/kt+tunstall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next artist on the concert bill was KT Tunstall. They did a preview of this artist but didn't state the name. From the moment I heard her voice....I knew who she was. This young woman has two songs on two featured movies...maybe there are other songs out there too, but these two songs are very recognizable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first recognizable song is from the movie, "Man Of The Year" featuring Robin Williams. Robin and this woman are out on the dance floor hopping around, and the song is playing. The opening of the song's lyrics are "Whoohoo...whoohoo...whoohoo!! It's called "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree". The lyrics are hard hitting and moving at a steady tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As KT and her group performed this song, they started out clapping and whoohooing. The song is very upbeat and it makes you want to get up and dance, or in Robin's case "hop" around. :0) I liked the movie ok, but I was really drawn to this song because it was funny to see them dancing the way they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song number two is featured in my very favorite movie this year, "The Devil Wears Prada." It's the opening song called "Suddenly I See". To see her perform it in person was a treat. She is very accomplished on the rock guitar and plays percussion too. She has a Janis Joplin like voice and she's the first rocker - ok after Bonnie Raitt, that I would really consider buying a CD of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thrilled to pieces to be able to see these two artists singing my favorite tunes and I just happened to be channel surfing. I'll be checking the Austin City Limits website so that I can  check their schedule of performers. I want to download this concert or order it too. What a  treat!! :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-3027667085744894662?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/3027667085744894662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=3027667085744894662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3027667085744894662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/3027667085744894662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/seven-seven-oseven-this-past-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RpJb581ihmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KvsoERYWb1I/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-1697980344027163544</id><published>2007-07-05T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:21.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep it Pushin&apos;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Wwc1ihdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yP_Pq_2MgtA/s1600-h/Katt+W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083814944745620946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Wwc1ihdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yP_Pq_2MgtA/s320/Katt+W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M KEEPIN' IT PUSHIN'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katt Williams is a very funny comedian. And on his comedy special he tells the audience that they need to keep getting betta, and betta, and betta. He says to "keep it pushin'!" - meaning don't get settled into the daily humdrums of life...push yourself to get better and do more, and be more! And that's what I am doing. As you can see, my blog looks betta!! You can watch the videos (give it a try) and I happen to LOVE THESE VW commercials with the German Guy, even though he's using some stereotypical Hip Hop language. It's funny though! Be sure to check out all of the videos as they are really quite entertaining....I've got the Simpsons, Pimp My Ride (game) some wild Monster Truck videos and more VW commercials! Plus I've added additional "pictures" on the sidebar and at the end!! I've got a few more things to add....like my cool banner...and I'll be a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I pushed myself to take a challenge and add a customized feature here and it looks pretty cool, if I don't say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rename the blog too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even though I kept the blog address the same. C-TO-THE-B was alright for last year, but this is 2007 baby!!! I've got to step up my game and my look. I told you in my previous posts that I want to challenge myself about learning new computer skills and graphics techniques. So this is just another part of that. How you like me now???!!! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ezekiel &amp; Deylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 2, my new great nephew turned 1 month old bless his little heart. And oh my gosh...he's looking like a brand new baby every day. Every new picture we get, he looks so different. I LOVE MY NEPHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;strong&gt;Deylan Anthony Smith&lt;/strong&gt;, who has yet to make his debut. That happens in October, but he's growing bigger and stronger every day....so in 3 little months - HE'LL BE HERE TOO! I LOVE MY NEPHEW. The latest pictures I've received were imports, so there's no file to download the pictures. Whah...:0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the &lt;strong&gt;Fourth of July. Independence Day!&lt;/strong&gt; I broke bread with my "Christopher" cousins, and it was a fun time. The weather sucked though...very hazy and kind of cool. I was looking forward to a hot, hot, day. Oh well...you can't have everything. Everyone still loves their fireworks though...the streets were littered with all the firework remmants that went on for hours and hours last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WEDDING BELLS ARE RINGING FOR EILEEN AND JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, cousin Eileen will marry John. The date is 07-07-07....which is considered the "luckiest" day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of their recent wedding shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Vzs1ihcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/q8Ju-ufxD1A/s1600-h/Picture+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083813901068568002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Vzs1ihcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/q8Ju-ufxD1A/s320/Picture+289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1VzM1ihaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HAe7DMcoUsc/s1600-h/Picture+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083813892478633378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1VzM1ihaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HAe7DMcoUsc/s320/Picture+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Vzc1ihbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N7lJoN4y47Y/s1600-h/Picture+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083813896773600690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Vzc1ihbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N7lJoN4y47Y/s320/Picture+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wedding attire will be Afrocentric and it should be a nice ceremony. They'll be jumping the broom too! I admire people who really go the extra mile and add a bit of the old with the new to make their day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to a wedding in a while, so I'm looking forward to the festivities. God bless you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;FEATURED ARTIST - DEEA MUNTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this young female artist from Romania, &lt;strong&gt;Deea Munteen&lt;/strong&gt;, is the BOMB....I mean awesome!! My favorite blog, ULLABENULLA, has her pictures posted, so I went to her page and read about her.&lt;a href="http://dushky.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://dushky.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't download the pictures I wanted, but here is a sampling...she's only just turned 19 years old. Her vision, imagination and illustrative detail is phenomenal. I love everything about her artwork. It's colorful, its HAUTE COUTURE FASHION, and the images are so original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Zgs1iheI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nvmfgGK5biE/s1600-h/look_by_dushky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817972697564642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Zgs1iheI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nvmfgGK5biE/s320/look_by_dushky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1ZhM1ihgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PeBf8QNzC-g/s1600-h/fasiohn_composition_by_dushky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817981287499266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1ZhM1ihgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PeBf8QNzC-g/s320/fasiohn_composition_by_dushky.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1ZhM1ihfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsflmhrbtN4/s1600-h/grecia_3_by_dushky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817981287499250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1ZhM1ihfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsflmhrbtN4/s320/grecia_3_by_dushky.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to resize these pictures but they tend to lose their definition. You can see what she does. The girl is bad, and I'm glad I know of her work. I'd like to own a print one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pick for the vocal artist of the month is Amy Winehouse!! From the moment I saw her tv trailers for the debut of her CD, I just knew there was something about her I liked, and once I bought the CD...I was certain I liked her. She is young, but she has an old R &amp; B soul....that's nothing new for White Soul Singers. What is new is that she goes waaaaay back to an era of music that you wouldn't believe could be fused with some up-to-date rhythms. The songs conjure up memories that I believed were long forgotten. Like the kind of music I heard playing when I was 3 or 4 years old. The kind of music my mom used to dance to when she got dressed up in her sparkly earrings and pin-curled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop telling folks about her, and I can't stop listening to her CD. I have to play it loud too...'cause that way it gets all up in your soul and spirit. LOL...I'm serious, I love the way this music makes me feel. I don't care what anybody else thinks....I like her. I don't know what her follow up CD will be, but if it's in this vain, I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like Mr. &lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;....I heard two of his songs on CSI: Las Vegas and I was like, "OK, I'm diggin' John Mayer." So I think I may check out his CD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group I heard about from one of my actor friends almost 3 years ago is &lt;strong&gt;Zero 7&lt;/strong&gt;. Recently I heard one of their songs on the show "Grey's Anatomy" and it struck a familiar chord with me. I was like, "why does that song sound so familiar?" So I went searching for it and found the name and realized my friend Keith Tilque used to bring it to class and we always listened to it during our warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IN THE YEAR 2032!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a very funny video that showed some celebrity babies and what they may look like and sound like when they're in their middle 20's early 3o's and it was so funny. Suri Cruise, Shiloh Jolie-Pitt, Sean Preston Spears, Blanket Jackson and Rocco Ritchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors they chose to portray these kids was pretty dead on looking like the aged babies, and their mind set in their conversations is a testament to how they're being raised by their famous parents. It's quite hilarious. Makes you wonder about our futures though. Where will I be in 25 years? Have mercy!! I wonder what I'll be writing about at that age?! LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST, THIS AIN'T NO DRESS REHEARSAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-1697980344027163544?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1697980344027163544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=1697980344027163544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1697980344027163544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1697980344027163544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-keepin-it-pushin.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Ro1Wwc1ihdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yP_Pq_2MgtA/s72-c/Katt+W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-353455049222445515</id><published>2007-06-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:26.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVsH81ihZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MEY2UKwNQvs/s1600-h/obeyart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081586638403044754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVsH81ihZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MEY2UKwNQvs/s320/obeyart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I like this sign. It says a lot about how I'm feelin' right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IT'S ON AND POPPIN'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of month and it sure has been an interesting one to say the least. Especially this week. I have been challenging myself to become more prolific in computer techniques/graphics as well as getting my products out into cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been teaching myself how to create unique works of art in Adobe Photoshop since a friend did some creative work on the website. She inspired me to learn more and use all of these programs and software I've acquired over the years. Thanks Miss Emily Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even delved into making mini movies with a movie maker program I have. It's really quite ambitious when you think about it. Gathering footage, graphics, clipart and photos require just the right selections to tell your story. Sometimes it comes together nicely, but other times I have found myself just stifled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to create a BANNER for my blog and other website venues. I have been struggling to come up with just the right images, and I haven't been able to pull it together yet. I just love the banners that I see on other sites and I am determined to come up with a few that mirrors my style and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have an Etsy shop and that's great. You can sell your handmade items on there for a nominal fee. I have noticed that not only do a lot of "artists" have websites and blogs, but they also sell their products on eBay and Etsy. So, I have joined the ranks and pray that I continue to grow and expose people to my goods. I have even had a few "comments" on this blog....so somebody out there's reading. IT'S ON AND POPPIN! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Much needed "R &amp; R"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I heard that expression, the year was 1978 and a coworker said it. I didn't want to appear dumb, so I didn't ask what it was right out. She kept saying it, and I wanted to see how she connected "R &amp;amp; R" to what she continued to talk about....in the hood, we never say R &amp; R...we say "GET OUT OF DODGE." Meaning...we're going away, on vacation, for a little Rest &amp;amp; Relaxation. LOL!!! R &amp; R...yep I took a much needed mini vacation to my hometown of Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ7c1ihEI/AAAAAAAAARM/V7RdqDPvSqE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556736840729666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ7c1ihEI/AAAAAAAAARM/V7RdqDPvSqE/s320/Copy+of+Picture+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop San Francisco. My mom, sister, and I took the Ferry from Vallejo into San Francisco on a mission to find a wonderful store that I found on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ781ihFI/AAAAAAAAARU/3p17MIwdiCU/s1600-h/Picture+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556745430664274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ781ihFI/AAAAAAAAARU/3p17MIwdiCU/s320/Picture+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobie, Mom, Christine - Say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This store, Bell'occhio, sells wonderful and rare items such as ribbons, perfume, ephemera,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ8c1ihGI/AAAAAAAAARc/7zGZTrwkKzA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556754020598882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ8c1ihGI/AAAAAAAAARc/7zGZTrwkKzA/s320/Copy+of+Picture+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ9c1ihHI/AAAAAAAAARk/Kjde6nBsc7I/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556771200468082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVQ9c1ihHI/AAAAAAAAARk/Kjde6nBsc7I/s320/Copy+of+Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candy and stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This store is a treasure shop for people like me who just love romantic and vintage items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sursprised by how small the space was, but it was gorgeous inside. Lots of beautiful signs, dress forms, and mannequins. They have the rarest of rare items you'd ever expect to see in a French inspired boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the shopkeeper if I could take photos of some items, but she wasn't hearing it. Good thing I snuck one picture of me inside the place. Otherwise how would you know what it looks like, and how would I remember all the beauty of Bell'occhio. What I loved about the store was the time and care that was taken in packaging my bought items. My goods were wrapped in tissue, and then tied with a gorgeous red bow. She even finished ribbons off by clipping them with rare pinking shears. This kind of luxury packaging is reserved for the well-heeled and its a time honored tradition. I just loved it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rpaja-Y1V7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ks7jj4PZLG0/s1600-h/gal7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086432512980637618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rpaja-Y1V7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ks7jj4PZLG0/s320/gal7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cool thing about the store was their door. The shopkeeper walked us out and showed us this mechanical eye that's affixed to the door. She demonstrated to us that it "opened" and "closed" to let customers know if the shop was open or closed. It was really quite unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, mom and I walked almost 16 blocks from the pier to the store, and it was great fun. However, my mom and I decided to take the trolley back to the pier. My sister Tobie is an avid walker, so she walked the entire way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVUq81ihJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/knPtVBJ1m0M/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560851419399314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVUq81ihJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/knPtVBJ1m0M/s320/Copy+of+Picture+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day we had, visiting the shops and boutiques at the ferry and then checking out the store. We plan to go back and spend an entire day just shopping in San Francisco.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVUps1ihII/AAAAAAAAARs/k-xFJqraWxY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560829944562818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVUps1ihII/AAAAAAAAARs/k-xFJqraWxY/s320/Copy+of+Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hi and bye Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was visiting Sac. I had one other thing on my mind and I couldn't wait to get there...GOIN' FISHIN' with the family. My cousins Marilyn and Herman were members of a resort just outside of Sac. and a few of the family spent the weekend doing what we love best, Fishin' and Eatin'. :0) My sister Fran, and I took our great niece Alexis on her first fishing trip and it was a lot of fun. My dad and other cousins met us there, and we all had a wonderful time fishing, playing cards and eating....did I mention we love cooking and eating???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXHc1ihLI/AAAAAAAAASE/8qJanBV1QBM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563540068926642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXHc1ihLI/AAAAAAAAASE/8qJanBV1QBM/s320/Copy+of+Picture+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hadn't been fishing for a couple of years, so this was going to be a treat. We got there on a Friday night, but no one was interested in night fishing. So we sat up and talked and ate snacks and nestled in for an early morning wake up call to go fishing. I got up about 5:30am and we were dressed on on the bank by 6:15 or so. This resort, Lake Minden, was beautiful and the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXI81ihNI/AAAAAAAAASU/RkKkhEprlU4/s1600-h/Picture+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563565838730450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXI81ihNI/AAAAAAAAASU/RkKkhEprlU4/s320/Picture+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgJ81ihQI/AAAAAAAAASs/lu5-9qhdL14/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081573478623249666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgJ81ihQI/AAAAAAAAASs/lu5-9qhdL14/s320/Copy+of+Picture+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXIc1ihMI/AAAAAAAAASM/IMffAhF7eQ0/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563557248795842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXIc1ihMI/AAAAAAAAASM/IMffAhF7eQ0/s320/Copy+of+Picture+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great niece Alexis did very well for her first time fishing. And she learned how to fish on a rod &amp; reel, not an 'ole pole like we had when we were kids! It was fun to see her finally reel one in. Go Lexi!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVsH81ihYI/AAAAAAAAATs/ENvv9B-MBwM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081586638403044738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVsH81ihYI/AAAAAAAAATs/ENvv9B-MBwM/s320/Copy+of+Picture+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my story of the one that got away. My sister and I were standing near one another, and I finally got a great bite. Fran always catches the big ones, but I could tell that I had a nice fish on my line. Well, in my anxiousness to reel this nice sized bass in, the fish kind of took over and swam toward a large tree branch floating in the water. I was so busy reeling I wasn't paying attention, so it ended up getting hung up in that branch. My dad called right in the middle of us trying to get the fish and it was like chaos and panic!! I didn't want to lose the fish, but it was apparent that I was going to have to break the line. When I did, we noticed that the fish was still tangled up in the branch. So I threw down the reel, ran to my cousins RV and grabbed anything that would help me pull the branch within reaching distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several tries, I grabbed the branch...and all the while, my sister was holding on to me as I reached and reached for the tree. It was so funny, as I'm sure passersby didn't have a clue what I was doing...all they saw was this "human chain" she and I had formed. I was determined not to lose that fish!!! So finally, finally I pulled that large branch out of the water, and me and my sister were so happy we had it....until further inspection of the branch showed that the fish was no longer tangled and had plopped right back into the lake. Doggonit!!! We were so busy pulling out that branch that neither one of us kept an eye on getting to the fish. So....I was left with my fish tale, and NO PICTURES either...of the one that got away. Later, as we were telling the story to my cousins, one cousin offered that she was in the club house and a few patrons were retelling what they had just saw on the lake...two women forming a human chain. Little did she know that it was us they were talking about. I didn't care...I was on a mission! I caught about a dozen or more little perch/bluegills...but had to throw them back since they were so small. I might have been catchin' the same ones over and over - who knows?? It was fun and that's all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgKc1ihRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/cepnjV6CQZQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgK81ihSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XSQ2MHOiwp0/s1600-h/Picture+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081573495803118882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgK81ihSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XSQ2MHOiwp0/s320/Picture+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgJc1ihPI/AAAAAAAAASk/g1bg14qWmLY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081573470033315058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVgJc1ihPI/AAAAAAAAASk/g1bg14qWmLY/s320/Copy+of+Picture+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXJc1ihOI/AAAAAAAAASc/Gd7JNTSGoQI/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563574428665058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVXJc1ihOI/AAAAAAAAASc/Gd7JNTSGoQI/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousins drove their Mobile homes and man, they have beautiful RV's! We ate and fellowshipped the rest of the day. What a nice outing for the family, and I hope to return soon to LAKE MINDEN. Thanks for a great time guys...Marilyn, Ebony &amp; Big Will, Diane &amp;amp; Slim, Norman &amp; Art, Dad, Fran, Alexis, Herman, Jr. &amp;amp; family, Anthony, Angie and families...we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NIECES &amp; NEPHEWS ARE GREAT...OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also visited with a few of my great nieces and great nephews while I was there. These are my brothers Raymond and Robert's grandchildren from their sons and a daughter...Aaron, Bryant, Decia, Damont. Loves'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViB81ihTI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hfma7_eBH18/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575540207551794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViB81ihTI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hfma7_eBH18/s320/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, Darrius, and Coco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViC81ihVI/AAAAAAAAATU/asVVrkChvKc/s1600-h/Picture+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575557387421010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViC81ihVI/AAAAAAAAATU/asVVrkChvKc/s320/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Jr. on his way to the ballpark!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViEM1ihWI/AAAAAAAAATc/-vMWh5iyIxw/s1600-h/Picture+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575578862257506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViEM1ihWI/AAAAAAAAATc/-vMWh5iyIxw/s320/Picture+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece Vanessa and her Aunt Francine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViCs1ihUI/AAAAAAAAATM/qdgyM_yzVY0/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575553092453698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViCs1ihUI/AAAAAAAAATM/qdgyM_yzVY0/s320/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My man Frenchie. My nephew's so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViFM1ihXI/AAAAAAAAATk/QPbN54UWHRk/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575596042126706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoViFM1ihXI/AAAAAAAAATk/QPbN54UWHRk/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The recent Graduate" Iessa &amp;amp; mom Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even visited with my girlfriend in Stockton, and she treated me to a wonderful concert featuring Norman Brown. I really had an enjoyable trip!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-353455049222445515?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/353455049222445515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=353455049222445515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/353455049222445515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/353455049222445515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-on-and-poppin-its-end-of-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RoVsH81ihZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MEY2UKwNQvs/s72-c/obeyart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-1171294686654869242</id><published>2007-06-08T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:02:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"HAVIN' MY BABY. WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO SAY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNe3mFfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-hp1RxQ3gww/s1600-h/Ezekiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, that's what my nephew is saying to his fiance. On June 2, 2007, Ezekiel was born to Kevin &amp;amp; Cher. He's healthy and everybody is ecstatic! He's a cutie too! Yes he is...yes he is. This is my sister Fran's first Grandbaby, my little great nephew from the Burton/Brewer family. In a few short months, she'll have a second grandbaby to celebrate as her daughter Atija is pregnant too! What a way to expand the family!! Love is in the air....:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073804390136419826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNe3mFfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-hp1RxQ3gww/s320/Ezekiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNe3mFgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1tn5bIoQq7E/s1600-h/IMG00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073804390136419842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNe3mFgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1tn5bIoQq7E/s320/IMG00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNu3mFhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vN6H3i84uT0/s1600-h/IMG00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rmrb-O3mFxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0aTwR7BHYQk/s1600-h/IMG00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074109792375936786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rmrb-O3mFxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0aTwR7BHYQk/s320/IMG00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IESSA GRADUATES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the month for a lot of great nieces and nephew news! My great niece, Iessa, graduated from Sacramento High School on June 2, 2007. Here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnJn-3mFlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/10BiZ0e0Pws/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073808143937836626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnJn-3mFlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/10BiZ0e0Pws/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEvO3mFaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VnLgRsHIKcY/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073802770933749154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEvO3mFaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VnLgRsHIKcY/s320/Picture+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnJnO3mFiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q_bTtU-xpRs/s1600-h/Picture+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073808131052934690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnJnO3mFiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q_bTtU-xpRs/s320/Picture+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rm2Es-3mFyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/A0Fo31J6Ss4/s1600-h/Picture+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074858263441708834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rm2Es-3mFyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/A0Fo31J6Ss4/s320/Picture+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia, Iessa's mom, threw a wonderful Grad party. What a great time we had celebrating this young lady's achievement. She's studying nursing with hopes of becoming a Pediatrician. Way to go sweetie, this is my late brother Robert's granddaughter. Bryant (late) and Oliva are her parents. Most of the family, including a lot of my other great nieces and nephews were there also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's no place like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rm2FX-3mFzI/AAAAAAAAARE/XBax0pSGJvs/s1600-h/Picture+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074859002176083762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rm2FX-3mFzI/AAAAAAAAARE/XBax0pSGJvs/s320/Picture+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks back I flew into Sacramento Airport for a little R&amp;amp;R (I'll post some pics of this trip home shortly) and there had been a wonderful renovation of the airport. New food court, news stands and souvenir shops. I hadn't flown in so long I was totally taken aback. There was once catch though. Here's what passengers had to endure to claim their luggage. Sac-o-tomates....ain't nothin' changed. LOL!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ART WALK AT THE BREWERY COMPLEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some months back I attended a wonderful Art Walk at The Brewery in Los Angeles. What a wonderful day to walk into the studios and galleries of artists in this beautiful setting. I was also there to attend a play at one of my choir member's playhouse - "KSLG Playhouse". Sharon Graines is the first black female to own a theatre house, and I support her whenever I can. Her playhouse is at The Brewery and me and my friend April enjoyed the whole experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOde3mFsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dqZ7XozKQO8/s1600-h/Picture+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073813461107349186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOde3mFsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dqZ7XozKQO8/s320/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon and company take their bows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the sights we took in at the complex. I just loved the complex because of the foliage and lots and lots of cacti and various succulents. It's amazing to me how beautifully designed the spaces are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEvu3mFcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vlNwq8l1SIE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073802779523683778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEvu3mFcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vlNwq8l1SIE/s320/Copy+of+Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEve3mFbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NLWyNP2szW8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073802775228716466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnEve3mFbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NLWyNP2szW8/s320/Copy+of+Picture+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some outrageous (to say the least) designs from YOUR PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND clothing boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMo-3mFmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qu1jg9njAbY/s1600-h/spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073811459652589154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMo-3mFmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qu1jg9njAbY/s320/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpO3mFnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FTV3iry7FY8/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073811463947556466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpO3mFnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FTV3iry7FY8/s320/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpe3mFoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/S2Cqk9vUedw/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073811468242523778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpe3mFoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/S2Cqk9vUedw/s320/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What a stunning lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the expression on this mannequin's face. I want to recreate the face (au Noir), and this is perfect. She has just the right amount of Sass &amp;amp; Class. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnExO3mFeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/s69MgpyhPaM/s1600-h/0b52_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073802805293487586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnExO3mFeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/s69MgpyhPaM/s320/0b52_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this alphabet tag lovely? This is from designer Anahata of PaPaYa!! I absolutely love their designs. I can't describe the style it is but for lack of a better description, I'll say it's "ethereal," that always covers the gamut of interesting wo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOde3mFrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zyjzMoK5fyw/s1600-h/Package.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073813461107349170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOde3mFrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zyjzMoK5fyw/s320/Package.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rk such as this. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpe3mFpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9R0Kl2IdRok/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073811468242523794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnMpe3mFpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9R0Kl2IdRok/s320/C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one more favorite thing. I was on the bus one day and saw a woman carrying a tote bag with a fabulous image of a woman's head on it. I had to know where she got it and she told me the store she worked in carried it...BUT...they had sold that particular bag and hadn't had it for months. Well being one not to be deterred, I set out on a mission to find the designer. If I could find the designer, I could locate a store, and perhaps get one. So I called the woman's store and spoke to the manager. I described the tote and luckily she remembered the designer/company. It was produced by a company called "FLUFF".........internet!!! I went straight to it and found several sites called Fluff until I saw her! Wouldn't you know it, they didn't have any more totes or handbags with her image, and they didn't even have a T-shirt with her image.....all these other images on the site except for her. I liked some of the other stuff, but she was the one I wanted. Oh well....here are a couple of items from their beautiful line of products.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOdO3mFqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4xfN5p2zf_E/s1600-h/yhst-1856458046284_1942_19468054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073813456812381858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOdO3mFqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4xfN5p2zf_E/s320/yhst-1856458046284_1942_19468054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOdu3mFtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2l4-9JOWCEk/s1600-h/Fluff+Poodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073813465402316498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnOdu3mFtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2l4-9JOWCEk/s320/Fluff+Poodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's so great about the day I saw the tote was that I had just begun to attempt designing my own kind of logo. I had been doodling on the train and came up with an image with a long neck just like this mannequin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnVSe3mFuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Bw3hbWEUu3M/s1600-h/Fluff+Diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073820968710182626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnVSe3mFuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Bw3hbWEUu3M/s320/Fluff+Diary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see from my diary page, I had begun designing this and BAM! I see a truly magnificent specimen of the very thing I wanted to duplicate. The reason I had started with this long neck image was years ago I checked out a fashion illustratin book from my neighborhood libary, and I loved the images. The night before, I had found those illustrations, and decided that I would try to recreate something for myself. Thus...the mannequin head image. This is what freaks me out sometimes. I can't often tell other folks about these "coincidences/blessings", whatever you want to call them 'cause one might think I was a bit loopy, but I always document what I'm saying and ONE DAY, SOMEONE WILL BELIEVE...that I'm blessed and highly favored. :0) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people say there aren't any coincidences, it's just God talking to you - I can believe that. So anyway, these things happen more often than I'm willing to admit to anyone, but there you have it. I am always happy to share my insights, and viewings of all things ARTSY(and Fashiony- yes) because I love it so...and maybe you do too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-1171294686654869242?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/1171294686654869242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=1171294686654869242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1171294686654869242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/1171294686654869242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/06/havin-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RmnGNe3mFfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-hp1RxQ3gww/s72-c/Ezekiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7918632404543736351</id><published>2007-04-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:30.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHEN YOU PRAY IN PRIVATE, GOD ANSWERS PUBLICLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for this day...I awoke this morning and started another day's journey - Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't realize how lucky, or blessed we are until we measure another person's misfortunes or struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my family suffered a terrible loss when 3 family members and a friend died in a head on collision in Sacramento. The 19th month old Grandson of my cousin Monroe Osby, Sr. was killed along with his mother, and his aunt. They were hit by a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Memoriam....&lt;br /&gt;Kamall Dino-Savant Osby (son)&lt;br /&gt;Brizchelle Tacorra Rice-Nash (mother)&lt;br /&gt;Brittanya Metchelle Rice-Nash (sister/aunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's son, Quentin, has another son by Brizchelle, Karell who's 4 years old. Both of the families of the deceased are dealing with this senseless tragedy as best as can be expected. My condolonces and prayers go out to them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC RECOGNITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I have been blessed again with some wonderful public recognition for my artistry in sewing and arts &amp; crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, two purses that were submitted to Haute Handbag are published in the May 2007 issue. I am thrilled beyond belief, as this has been my second attempt at submitting to any magazine ever, and I have been featured both times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049703188926265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQmS70beZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y4o4cpvivg8/s320/Haute+Handbag_cvr_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQtob0befI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZIb5uGNLcwc/s1600-h/HH-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049711254874847730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQtob0befI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZIb5uGNLcwc/s320/HH-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQ2Gb0bekI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zKgz8Qxw-ks/s1600-h/HH-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049720566363945538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQ2Gb0bekI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zKgz8Qxw-ks/s320/HH-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQ0470bejI/AAAAAAAAANs/8CQN7Uwvxk8/s1600-h/PicturHH-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049719234924083762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQ0470bejI/AAAAAAAAANs/8CQN7Uwvxk8/s320/PicturHH-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this was one great surprise and awesome accomplishment. But oh...it gets betta! Last year I submitted an application to do some craft projects on "That's Clever", the HGTV craft show for undiscovered artists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I get an email...."we're ready to take your application to the next level.." AHHHHHHHHHH! They selected me to do the show and I'll be taping in 2 weeks. I'm so psyched, I can't tell you. And the bonus is...not only am I doing one major project (a patch on a pillow), but I get to close the show with a mini-project too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, the last time I watched the program I saw this other girl do a mini project and that got me thinking...yea, I'd like to do that too. So when I submitted my application, I submitted several different ideas for projects. Now mind you, it's up to them to select what they want, so when they said....let's do the mini-project, I was like - "I'm in there baby!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has got to be one of the best public exposures I have had in years. I am one of those people who is in a movie, but never get any face time. Or I do some tv show, and the camera hits me once or twice and then stays on someone else for forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's only been one other time that I did get a lot of play in a feature film, but it was in limited release so...whatever. However, I when I was a regular on a dance tv show years ago..I did get my share of face time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But lately, it hadn't happened. I was in Chris Rock's movie, 'Head of State' - standing inches away from the stars. Did you see me in that movie? Noooo!! That's what I'm talking about. I taped the Kid's Choice Awards in 2005 with some of my choir members. The camera panned on my side of the stage once, and closed the show with the other side featuring the other choir members. I mean, what the hell is up with that? LOL Anyway...I have complained enough about it, so I prayed for God to do something big in my life. "Make me happy, I wanna be featured..." and he answered. God answered my private prayer in a very public way! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family and friends are thrilled, and I can see that I am going to have to work all this exposure for every little ounce it's worth....oh you ain't seen a sistah do it like I'm about to do it. LOL. My time is now and I'm going to ride this 15 minutes into hours, days, weeks, years!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's what I've been dealing with lately, and I must say it feels damn good. I feel good to have people tell me I'm talented and that I deserve this. I believe I do deserve it too. Why not? If I wasn't talented...would I be getting this kind or recognition? I've had a problem over the years accepting certain things about myself, but no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am learning to accept compliments, accolades, rewards and I believe it's going to serve me well. I will be able to sell my products, and represent myself with the confidence and professionalism that I need to. When I approach a business with my new credentials, I will feel confident that I can walk the walk as well as talk the talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'll tell you all about all the tapings and press releases and post more pictures when they become available. Thank you Jesus for answering my prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7918632404543736351?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7918632404543736351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7918632404543736351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7918632404543736351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7918632404543736351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-you-pray-in-private-god-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RhQmS70beZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y4o4cpvivg8/s72-c/Haute+Handbag_cvr_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-5737531176493554651</id><published>2007-03-07T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN....THE TOYOTA GRAND PRIX IN LONG BEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the barriers are going up around my workplace because the Toyota Grand Prix will be here in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone before, but maybe I'll be blessed with a ticket this year. What's even better is that we get a day off the day before the races begin because when the trial runs start, the noise is just unbearable. The cars zoom around most of the day prior to the race, so that Friday we get to be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it though. The area is filled with excitement as you see the signs and banners of the sponsors go up. The race cars are awesome too. Even the Hollwood celebs have a day where they come out and test drive the cars. I have never seen any of them, but you always read about it in the paper the next day or see it on the entertainment shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIKE SCULPTURE EXHIBIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that there is some art on the steps of the Long Beach Performing Arts Center. A temporary "Bike Art Exhibit" has been set up for the past few weeks. It's pretty cool because a lot of people do bike around Long Beach to get around. Whoever the sculptors are; they created some masterpieces, and that's why they're there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039298511657668402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8vTAiCjzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jSad8Ty6T9k/s320/Bike+Art1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039298533132504930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8vUQiCj2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HDTcE_COr1o/s320/Bike+Art4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This sculptor added moving parts. The top wheel rotates like a windmill. Pretty ingenious!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039298520247603010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8vTgiCj0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/gZqRkswkbgQ/s320/Bike+Art2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't this sea turtle the coolest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039298528837537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8vUAiCj1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xVEggYWhP2U/s320/Bike+Art3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on the internet reviewing different artistic sites today and came upon some cool "clothing" websites. First let me tell you, I "KNOW" God is guiding my hand and talents...because when I see what I see on the internet, it just blows my mind. He wants me to realize that I have been procrastinating, and that NOW IS THE TIME to get out there and do what I know I have to do....CREATE AND SHOW MY WORK! No matter whether my acceptance is good, bad, or indifferent....I've got to be out there, just like the people's sites I've visited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it's amazing how I select these sites that show me something, and teach me about what it is I have to do. Years ago I came up with an idea to attach accessories to clothing. My line would be called "Snap-To-It"(c) copyright. I never did the prototype, and never even discussed it with anyone. And that's what makes me even more upset....just like one other idea I had that someone created and ran with....today I saw where the designer created a shirt with a row of snaps on the outside of the item, a "Snap Shirt" is what she called it. The designer's name is &lt;strong&gt;Karly Hand&lt;/strong&gt;, and I have to give her her props. She thought of it too, in her own way. I still have my way...which I intend to create and sell. She states the following -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "The fantastic thing about this shirt is that it allows you to reconstruct on the fly with no sewing skills at all in the world. Snap a new goodie on or off on a whim!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; DAMMNNIIITTT!! :0) Girlfriend did exactly what I set out to do. But you know....I'm not going to be discouraged because everybody's got their own vision of things. I mean, if the first person to make something unique stopped after he saw another designer create a unique item...where would we be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was intrigued by this site, so I read Karly's bio and she mentioned that she and some other women (I think they're Gay folks too-not that there's anything wrong with it :0) I just noticed it said "Dyke-friendly styles". Who else but Gay people would make that distinction? I'm jus' sayin'.), have banded together to create a "handmade" designer consortium of sorts. They have produced a fashion show called &lt;strong&gt;STITCH&lt;/strong&gt; in Austin, TX and it appears to be a great success. She also has a show on TV called, Stylelicious, where she and her team of designers show the viewers how to create and construct items into garments. I am so with that idea. I have been doing this for years.....it's amazing when you actually see and hear of someone who is on the same page as yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this little discovery today just inspired me to do what I have to do...get busy and get out there....thanks to Karly and her Austin Craft Mafia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTH MONTH!! IT'S MY BIRTH MONTH!! I'M GON' PARTY LIKE IT'S MY BIRTH MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, yes...with each passing year we get older, and this month I will age another year...ugh/yea! That's exactly how I feel too. I hate to get older in age, but I am damn sure glad to be alive!! LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I look at my peers and the health issues they are having right now...yes, I am blessed because my azz has been doing all the wrong things for too long. OK you've heard it all before, and I keep saying "I'll change."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yesterday I got online and found the top ten healthiest foods, and I'm going to try something. I'm not going to say another word on the subject. You'll have to just see the new and improved me...when I become new and improved. Yea I said it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never, ever had a real birthday celebration as an adult. My cousin throws herself a party every year, but I never seem to have my Sh...together enough to do it. Where would I have it? Who do I invite? Geez...could I really pull it off and would people show up??!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most years, I just take the day off or celebrate after my actual day, or I just do something alone that makes me feel like I'm bringing it in with a bang! I'll be a lucky if I even feel like celebrating...last year was horrible...nothing felt right, and people reacted with little or no enthusiasm about it. I mean the people who really counted.  I did something weeks after my birthday, but the actual day sucked. So since that was a milestone birthday and nothing happened, my expectations are low. But, I'm not going to have a pity party. I'll just thank God for my birthday and that will be that. Whatever else happens is really icing on the cake. So with that said....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL US &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BABIES! &lt;strong&gt;March 21st, 2007&lt;/strong&gt; is Christine's special, spectacular birthday and I'm going to act like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST A TRAGIC TURN OF EVENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I have to make mention of this because it really hurt my heart so....I mean so many terrible things do, but this is the latest terrible event. A father deliberately crashed his Cessna plane into his ex mother-in-law's house, killing himself and his 8 year daughter...because he wanted to get back at his ex wife. What kind of person says to himself, that my daugher, my own flesh and blood is worth nothing to the world but to be used as a pawn in an act of revenge? Reports say that the man called his wife and said, "you'll never get her!" and that the little girl could be heard in the background crying for her mother to come get her. This man saw that he could hurt his wife for divorcing him, and just wouldn't let the fact that he had visitation rights with the daughter be enough. His ego, his pride, his self worth was so damaged when she divorced him, that he set about this plan to destroy her world, just like his was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just so distraught about events like this - suicide/homicide. One of my little cousin's was killed like this and it is such a cowardly act. If this sick individual wants to kill themselves, fine - no one can stop them, but to involve someone else unwillingly, unknowingly, and so innocently is just appalling. Will this man burn in hell forever? Will this wife, and the grandmother, and their family and friends ever come to grips with this loss of life...this innocent child's beautiful life? God has all the answers, but I am praying for understanding. I am praying for peace and for acceptance, and that the mother will not blame these events on herself. How can people be so cruel? It's a sad and terrible world we live in sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-5737531176493554651?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/5737531176493554651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=5737531176493554651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5737531176493554651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/5737531176493554651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8vTAiCjzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jSad8Ty6T9k/s72-c/Bike+Art1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6578421308965284374</id><published>2007-02-28T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:33.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOW YOU DOIN? OH I'M SEW, SEW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, what a wonderful weekend I had. I could not have asked for more fun and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat. my sewing buddy, cousin Dena, and I embarked on a day of sewing and creating projects because we've recently launched a website &lt;a href="http://www.kissnkuznsdesigns.com"&gt;www.kissnkuznsdesigns.com&lt;/a&gt; and also want to get ready as vendors for the upcoming Jazz festivals that will occur in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before we got started sewing, she and I went shopping at a great Thrift Store in Inglewood, CA. Dena and I have similar tastes, but that day we each found very unique and wonderful items. And the best thing of all.....EVERYTHING WAS HALF OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this awesome vintage dress in an iridescent green and purple. The collar is what caught my eye! This picture is good, but in person it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8goQiCjwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JmBdPWeBXUM/s1600-h/Green+&amp;+Burgundy+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039282384055471874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8goQiCjwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JmBdPWeBXUM/s320/Green+%26+Burgundy+Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dena found the dress and wasn't exactly thrilled with it, but what we sewing fanatics do sometimes is buy the item for the fabric, and that's what I wanted to do - utilize the collar on something. However, when I tried it on...I loved it so I kept it. I paid all of $3.00 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dena found this great short peacoat in a Camel color. It has some gorgeous buttons on it and fit her to a T! She also found 2 skirts and a blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great patchwork purse (1.00), a patchwork halter ($1.00) and a wonderful beaded dress ($3.00). This dress was way too small, but the beadwork on the bodice was to dye for! LOL So I bought it and will cut away the dress and wear the upper half as a top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we ate lunch, while watching a movie. We really didn't do much sewing by this time, but brainstormed on some names for our products. All-in-all it was a great day to shop, lunch and talk shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Lou invited us to her co-worker's performance in San Pedro, so we got dressed and headed to her house, and then to San Pedro to the La Conga Bar &amp; Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;QUEEN OF THE SALSA...ONE-TWO..CHA,CHA,CHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The featured bands were Azteclan and one other band (we didn't stay)....but all were former members of groups like Tower of Power, War, Tierra, James Brown's band and Carlos Santana's band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate chips, salsa, and guacamole dip and and danced. The band was really, really good. Some friends of Lou's came and that's when the excitement began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732685309438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYRsQh36jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qoXG43jv-j0/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732685309438530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYRsQh36kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U-a75rBnW3Y/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732676719503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYRrwh36hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RAem2RV3LwY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Ramon (I think that was his name :0), came with two other ladies; Gloria and Marisol. Ramon was a dancing fool! He took Dena and me out on the dance floor and wore us out! Actually, Dena only danced with him once because when he found out that I could keep up with his moves ....I was his partner for most of the night. I mean he danced me into hot sweats and weak-kneed convulsions. Everyone was surprised that I did so well...but I knew I could hang....I'M A DANCER!! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732676719503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYRrwh36iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_QMDxb6zuHA/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When we began dancing, Ramon asked every lady at the table to dance with him. They all declined. I love to dance, so I got on the floor with him. Little did I know that he would spin me into oblivion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are doing the damn thang! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039997896303294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RfGrYjXftuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GML-X2mq4Zo/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ramon and I danced so well together, the band gave us a free CD. I chose a "Mambo" CD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While he and I were dancing, he would bury his head next to mine (and because he was shorter than me) and guide me across the floor at a steady pace....after watching the two of us doing that kind of dancing, his friends finally got up and starting dancing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039998720937015026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RfGsIjXftvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QTfCGvzmSX8/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;At one point the music was so good, Dena and I got up and did the electric slide, and this other woman joined us. Just the three of us danced and we had a ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gloria finally got up and danced with him, but a few of us suspect that Gloria became a little jealous of us dancing, because before the band ended she was ready to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732689604405842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYRsgh36lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wh7fziNI2c0/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ramon and I hugged and promised to meet again one day...I hope that he comes alone, and I'll know to be ready for a night of Salsa dancing that will leave me sweating and breathless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;KEVIN WOMACK &amp; FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday night was Oscar night. Jennifer Hudson and Eddie Murphy were both up for Best Supporting Actor/Actress awards, but only Jennifer won (WHOOHOO!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were invited to an event at the Celebrity Centre in Hollywood featuring the singer Kevin Womack, a friend of Dena's.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUQh36pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XiQ8B0XC7L0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736671039089298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUQh36pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XiQ8B0XC7L0/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got there, I realized I had been to this beautiful facility before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My acting buddy, Ken Foster, invited me in 2005 to attend an awards dinner hosted by Mai Mai Ali, Muhammad Ali's daughter who is a rapper and singer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the COLSAC awards, and Brock Peters was honored that night. Ken and I even took pictures with Mr. Peters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This event was a charity to benefit Domestic Violence programs, and was basically a talent showcase for Kevin and his friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A comedian hosted the event, and then there was a couple of skits about Domestic Violence. Then an up-and-coming Female Rapper by the name of Rain performed two songs.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUAh36nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9Xj4dtSb5hQ/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736666744121970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUAh36nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9Xj4dtSb5hQ/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another comedian by the name of Stixx performed too. He was pretty good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout the evening, prizes were raffled off. There were some good ones too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our friend Michele won a nice bath set. Shortly afterwards, Dena and I ran to enter our names into the drawings.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUQh36oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4xFCsjQnLM8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736671039089282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVUQh36oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4xFCsjQnLM8/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michele and her bath set. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8iIwiCjyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eMekLDIKKJI/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039284041912848162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8iIwiCjyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eMekLDIKKJI/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when the next drawing came up, Dena won a certificate from Baker's Square. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dena leaving stage after winning gift certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that now I needed to win, and after a couple of other winners, my name was called too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8iIwiCjxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a5gwq5qSXGg/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039284041912848146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8iIwiCjxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a5gwq5qSXGg/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smile for the camera Dena!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean it was amazing how quickly we won after we entered our names in the raffle. I won a gift certificate to Marie Callendars. The photographer rarely gets their picture taken. :0(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entertainment was pretty good, but the production was a bit on the amateurish side. What really made us cringe was how the Producer kept walking on stage in the middle of Kevin's peformance. She would brought him water right when he was singing (and they were videotaping the entire event). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, she stood on stage next to his background singers and just danced and sang the song like she was part of the band. It was totally ghetto and unprofessional. We could not believe it! It was a night I will not soon forget.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVTgh36mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KoiVzmOwKM0/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036736658154187362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/ReYVTgh36mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KoiVzmOwKM0/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6578421308965284374?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6578421308965284374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6578421308965284374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6578421308965284374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6578421308965284374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-you-doin-sew-sew.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Re8goQiCjwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JmBdPWeBXUM/s72-c/Green+%26+Burgundy+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6309810375092034953</id><published>2007-02-22T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MUSIC.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live in a world without Music...ever, ever, ever! I have to have it, and I love it more than anything I can think of when it comes to pasttime activities. Aside from me going to concerts on the regular here in Long Beach at the Vault, I have to always have some music around me, playing at work, at home, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4fjw3wZwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rQYk-K68BUo/s1600-h/shine.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034496132721436418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4fjw3wZwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rQYk-K68BUo/s320/shine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so psyched right now because of a new CD I heard last night. Boney James, the great saxophonist released his last CD called "Shine" in Sept. 2006 and I am just hearing it for the first time. Man-oh-man....talk about good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have listened to it a half a dozen times last night. I got the CD from a good friend who sent me a collection of awesome tunes, and even though I downloaded the CD to my computer at work, I really hadn't listened to it at full volume (gotta keep the volume down low unless I'm listening to my headphones during lunch). Anyway, I was feeling pretty funcky last night after getting off work. I usually go home, eat dinner and watch tv unless I'm doing projects. Well, I decided to listen to some music and it was the best thing I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boney has featured artists on this Shine CD and they are the best vocals I've heard in a long, long time on a Jazz CD. The title song is by a Canadian singer named Esthero. Faith Evans, Philip Bailey, and Ann Nesby of Sounds of Blackness sing songs that are just tailored for their voices. My faves are Philips' "Love Song" and Nesby's "Soft". Wow! Then there's a remake/cover of The Dramatics song "In the Rain" sung by Dwele. I'm not familiar with this brother, but he can blow too! So, if you are a fan of great music, great Jazz music...this is a must buy CD for your collection. I'm surprised no one else told me about it...good lookin' out John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my love of music was instilled in me very early on. My mother has a very impressive album collection (to this day), and I loved everything she played. Not to mention listening to the popular songs on the radio or going to concerts back in the day at Sacramento's Memorial Auditorium. James Brown was the big headliner when I was an adolescent, and I rarely missed him performing there. My other first time concert were Earth, Wind and Fire, as well as Frankie Beverly and Maze. When I heard Maze for the first time...they sang just like their album and I loved that. In later years, the concerts were moved to the Convention Center. But today, more and more, the Memorial Auditorium is bringing back the concerts and plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RKw3wZvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRtYDXGAOfI/s1600-h/Mint+Condition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034480310061917938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RKw3wZvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRtYDXGAOfI/s320/Mint+Condition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday a group of us went to the Vault to see Mint Condition. I love live music and I was very excited to see this great group perform. They started out pretty good, but somewhere toward the middle they did some alternative music and I wasn't feeling it. That's just my opinion because the place was packed. I enjoyed the outing with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ART.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live in a world without Art...ever, ever, ever! I have to have it, and I love it more than anything else when it comes to pasttime activities...(wait a minute...I thought you loved music more than anything else?) Well I love them both more than anything...okaaay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, before we went to the Mint Condition concert, we met at a local restaurant called Allegria. I have never been in Allegria, but have passed it many times going down Pine Avenue. Inside the restaurant the decor is a beautiful Spanish Villa style. On one wall they have a huge mural of Salvador Dali's "Volto di Mae West."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RKQ3wZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_tvyA61qzN4/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034480301471983314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RKQ3wZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_tvyA61qzN4/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RJw3wZsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2PIKPt2X7vM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034480292882048706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4RJw3wZsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2PIKPt2X7vM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then in the bathroom, there are these beautiful "Trompe L'Oeil" paintings on the wall. I just had to take pictures because I love this kind of stuff. The green dresser very cleverly disguises the fuse box, and I just loved the look of the shelf too. I will have to remember that sometimes my camera flash bounces off certain surfaces...as it did in these pictures, but you get the idea. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I heard of and saw &lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;. I was in Sacramento shopping downtown back in the late 1970's, and came upon a great boutique and the shop owner and I got into a conversation about art. He brought out a book and just schooled me about Dali. I had never been introduced to painters and artists of this magnitude, so I never forgot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I happened to be watching "The Mike Douglas Show" (I know I'm dating myself - so! :0p) and there was Salvador Dali with his crazy mustache. Mike Douglas talked about some "feat" that he had heard of and ask Mr. Dali to demonstrate. I kid you not I saw him do this on national TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought out an easel with a flipchart, and Dali stood there and frantically drew on the easel for about 10-15 seconds I think...and when they showed it to the audience, he had written his name in perfect symmetry on that paper in large letters. I was floored! Again, I never forgot this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to the library and read about him and just look at all his wonderful paintings. Then when the internet came about, I began to do searches for his artwork to get a wider spectrum of what he did, and I found the artwork for the Mae West mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard of the great designer &lt;strong&gt;Erte'&lt;/strong&gt; until I saw a feature on him on cable back in the 1990's. As a Theatre major I was drawn to the fantastical costumes he designed. I also began to see his work in my every day comings and goings - jewelry, sculptures, etc. I am in awe of his talent.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4veA3wZxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/T5qFcAkFRsg/s1600-h/broadway_on.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034513626123233042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4veA3wZxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/T5qFcAkFRsg/s320/broadway_on.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great artist I like is &lt;strong&gt;Al Hirschfeld&lt;/strong&gt;. I happened to be watching some show on Bravo and they were doing a bio on him. Again, I had never heard of him, but realized I knew his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect playbills, and was blessed to come upon some discarded books filled with rare playbills from the 1930's, 40's and 50's. And there was a picture of an Al Hirschfeld drawing depicting the play "The Music Man". I copied it, blew it up, and my unfinished project is to hand paint, color the piece to be used as a T-shirt transfer one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that the minute I read or find something on the internet, the next thing you know I will find it everywhere I look. This happened again recently. I was surfing the net like I always do and found a link with names of various artists. I saw this one picture that struck a cord with me, so I began to view that site for more work. Some of the other work I didn't like so much, but a few of them I really liked. But when I looked at the cost of the paintings I was flabbergasted. They were going for $450-$900 bucks! Now this is art that is called "Primitive" art...stuff that looks like your 6 year old kid drew....well ok your untalented 16 year old kid. Like I said, I like "some" of it, but I would never guess they would go for those prices. So I just say..."whatever, I hope she's making some money with it." Then I read all the galleries she's exhibited in, and art festivals etc. and again I'm amazed. Her bio says she started out as this house wife who had some menial job, and then she attended art school, blah, blah, blah....and now she's a sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or two later, I'm looking through this book with Advertising samples in it that I got somewhere. I collect artwork whenever and however I find it. And guess what I see in another art gallery ad...this artist. I knew it was her because it featured one of the paintings I saw that I said..."hmm that's OK, I wouldn't pay that kind of money for it." I've had this book for a few years, and I happened to be browsing through it because of the artwork it had on the cover that showed depictions of "fashion victims". The work was of a woman being stabbed by scissors, or a needle in the neck etc. and it was embroidered on fabric...so it caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we live in a very small world indeed, and this proves it. I love it when I'm out and about and can identify an artist or musician that may be unknown to others. I have always wanted to be like those "educated" folk who would spout off about art and wine, history and the like....and now I'm finding that without even knowing it..I too have become one of those educated folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always reading, and clipping stuff from weekly newspapers and now I've begun to keep a binder of Fashion Designs that I like that will help inspire me to do what I am doing. I order books, movies, and watch all kinds of shows dealing with art, fashion and music because these things are such a big part of who I am, who I have become. I would never have thought that it would mean so much to me but is really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my search for all things artsy...I will not criticize, not laugh at, or pass judgement on the work because one day someone may be looking at my works, as the newest sensation on the scene and say...."oh god, that looks like something my 6 year kid would make." The question is...would I really care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6309810375092034953?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6309810375092034953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6309810375092034953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6309810375092034953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6309810375092034953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/02/music.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/Rd4fjw3wZwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rQYk-K68BUo/s72-c/shine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-4400222421005425876</id><published>2007-02-14T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:36.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031844102085306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RdSzjQ3wZqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Y-CYlPeZgPU/s320/bettyboopvalentine.gif" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; V&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E'&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I woke up feeling wonderful. I'm not sure why, other than it's good to be alive. With all the turmoil the world is going through with holy wars and political unrest, not to mention natural disasters, and the latest shootings at a mall in Utah on Monday....thank God I was able to rise up and start my day. Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's Day and I feel loved...loved in so many, many ways. Not just the love I get from family and friends, but a real love that keeps me strong and keeps me wanting to succeed in life. I know that kind of love is heaven sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though loved ones are far away from me this day. I am not alone. I feel the strength and power of their love. It is always with me no matter where I am, or what I am doing. The best thing of all is when I do get a call or an email and I see those words..."I love you!" What a joyous phrase. And I know they know how much I love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is a day to love whomever, wherever, however....and I will do that! It's a time to reflect on past relationships, and future relationships in our lives. I will always cherish those who truly love me and have loved me all of my life! Especially when we are too quick to forget what is really important in our day-to-day goings on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would I be if I didn't acknowledge a God that blesses me everyday? What would my life be like if I didn't pray for salvation and forgiveness? How would I rise each day and face all the evils that are waiting to attack my spirit if I didn't believe that God's love and his Angels are there to protect me? I would be a sad individual with no hope...that's where I would be. I see these people every day and I wish they knew what I knew....they need God in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I GOT PEOPLE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always believe that we have to see the physical in order to believe that something exists. A guest preacher at church said to us..."open your eyes and your ears". God is all around us. He even went so far to remind us that "We've got people." His take on the HR Block ad that has clients spouting, "I've got people" (because HR handles their taxes and bills) relates to all of us having God and our family. We've got people like our ancestors who paved the way for us. He said if Sojourner Truth can make it, so can you. If Fannie Lou Hamer can make it, so can you. If Frederick Douglass can make it, so can you. And it's so true. These pioneers didn't have nearly the resources and high tech and intelligent clout we have these days. They were smart, geniuses even, but today....we have so much available to us - we should never fail at our attempts. We, ourselves, are our only drawbacks and that's the truth of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday my choir dressed up in 1960's attire for Black History Month, and it was so much fun to see the variety of clothing we all came up with. From the preacher and dainty church ladies, to the bobby-soxers, onto the militant Black Panther Revolutionists. We covered the entire spectrum. I felt so proud when our Liturgical Dance Ministry performed a victorious dance number incorporating our African heritage. I have heard many times that as African-Americans, we do not really have a heritage, no bi-cultural connection. But that is not true. It doesn't matter that I can't speak the language of Nigeria, Benin, South Africa, Burkina Fasso, Angola, Somalia, Ethiopia or any other African nation - I AM CONNECTED, and I reveled in what we African-Americans hold dear even though we weren't born in those countries. We can eat the food, wear the clothing, dance the dances and study the languages just like any other language we study. Why are we so eager to speak French, Spanish, Itlaian or German? Because the world is biased against Third World Countries...especially our Mother Land. But it's OK, because we will never forget where our ancestors came from. It is up to us, each and every one of us, to continue to bring our heritage to the forefront. With that said, I am going to incorporate more and more "Afrocentric" clothing into my wardrobe...beautiful Kente and Mud cloths whenever I can. I LOVE THE AFRICAN IN ME! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RdS4ng3wZrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iJg8pgOYAKw/s1600-h/african+fab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031849672657888946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RdS4ng3wZrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iJg8pgOYAKw/s320/african+fab.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PRICE OF FAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there is Divorce, Death, Separation, Greed and Despair. The Playboy Playmate, Anna Nicole Smith died last Thurs. and four men have claimed they are the father of her newborn daughter....FOUR!!! Not to mention that rumors are circulating that the man who has the baby, Howard Stern, is looking more and more suspicious as the two people he has been connected to are now dead - that being Anna's 20 yr. old son, and now Anna herself. It's a nasty battle for her estate and the daughter between her mother and these men. Just a tragic state of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's James Brown's legacy and current state of affairs. This man still has not been buried, because his daughters and current wife are fighting over his estate. What in the world are these people thinking? Everyone is only thinking of themselves and not what's important...not tarnishing this man's memory. It's just very, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you look at this kind of celebrity lifestyle...who the hell wants to be caught up in that kind of drama? You have to also say be aware that drugs and bad decision making led to Anna's downfall and untimely death. It's like selling your soul to the devil for this fleeting thing call "FAME". I don't want it if I even thought I had to compromise who I am, and my moral values. Every time you look up, everybody's posing for Playboy and humpin' half naked in the latest video. I am not a hypocrite, as I would welcome the opportunity to show all sides of my feminity, but at that cost...I don't think so. I do not want to be looked at as another video ho! I believe I've said this before. If at my age, I can pull of some sensual photographs for public viewing, I might give it a shot. But they would definitely be tasteful...not the kind these young women are dying to be seen in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish there was some avenue that I could help lead these young ladies down to make them understand that the people in power will ruin their lives in a heartbeat and dump them and go on to the next victim. I wish they understood that if they don't stand up for themselves, no one will. I often ask myself...where are these young women's parents?? Why is everybody so willing to sell their goods for fleeting fame? Because the famous people we see on tv, in the news and in the magazines make us believe that it's all glamour. glitz and good times....until we see the ugly truth. But it doesn't matter, because we still want it. We believe it won't affect us the same way...we're different, and we'll remain the same people we are before we got famous. I'm beginning to realize that we can't remain the same people because it's a natural evolution to change and grow as our world expands and we are exposed to more. It's been said that money changes every thing. It certainly does. Can we determine how much or how little it will change us? I think so. But it looks like it's so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all is said and done, we should be happy with the life God has given us. If we are supposed to have fame and wealth...then it will happen. What is for me is for me, and every day I am accepting that. My life is what it is, and I am happy to live it...one day at a time. And if I embark on some journey that takes me into a world of celebrity...God will remain first above all else, because he is the one who made me...not man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-4400222421005425876?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/4400222421005425876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=4400222421005425876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4400222421005425876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/4400222421005425876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/02/h-p-p-y-v-l-e-n-t-i-n-e-s-d-y-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RdSzjQ3wZqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Y-CYlPeZgPU/s72-c/bettyboopvalentine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-9044147018019413403</id><published>2007-01-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:36.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WON'T COMPLAIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at all that has happened in the first 23 days of January, I have to be thankful for my health, my sanity and my family. God continues to bless me and I am happy to say that this year has been, so far, so good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some incredible Christmas gifts, lots of love, and some wonderful new beginnings that I am eager to keep on track with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a website now&lt;/strong&gt;....yes, yes. For many years I have tried everything, and searched high and low for a website that was affordable and allowed me to build a business with the products that I create. This year, after some prodding from a friend, I just did the dam thang and signed up! It's like ok...what are you waiting for!!?? You can do this, and so I did. Now if I can only get my products photographed, priced and downloaded...I'll be set. I plan to link my blog to it 'cause this was my first taste at being online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby!!! I want to sell, sell, sell!! So look out world....there's a new girl on the selling block! At long last my cousin Dena and I appear to be moving forward this year as we hook up with her contacts to further our selling goals. I think we'll do alright, and as we grow and expand our knowledge and client base...I think we'll be able to step out on faith and become independent of our day time jobs. That's the plan right? SELF-EMPLOYMENT....what an empowering thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mannequin is something I'm working on right now. Remember my little Christmas tree with all the charms, buttons, and jeweled items? Well I put them to good use. I just love how this is turning out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023644299196960482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbeR36uNDuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/O0MpvJ8U9LA/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BE HEALTHY = LIVE LONGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to also mention that there has been some heart ache this new year. A dear friend and choir member, Klamaria Grogran, fell ill and has been hospitalized after suffering a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly, and we all couldn't believe it. One Friday, we're singing and wishing each other well until we see each other again...and the next thing...this strikes her down. We can thank God that it wasn't fatal, and that she is slowly progressing. But it will be a long road for her and her family. I pray for her well being every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dear friend in Maryland, has had some challenges with her health and suffered a heart attack as well a few weeks back. Unfortunately, Barbara shrugged the symptoms off and never went to seek help....that is until it struck again and forced her to go. Why was she so careless with her life...only she can answer that. I guess we all think, "oh that pain in my chest is heartburn", or "I'm short of breath because I'm getting old." No, none of those things were true, and if she hadn't gone in when she did...she may not have lived to tell me the story. And to think, she lost her only granddaughter last year. I believe we suffer from believing "it's not our time yet" and we believe we will live forever. In spite of all that we do to our bodies...we believe, "naw I'm alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went a whole year without a physical....why? I can only say that I felt overwhelmed with switching insurance carriers and couldn't nagivate my way through the system. I know, it's a lame excuse, but that's exactly what happened. After having these two women, who are close to me in age, go through what they've been through....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WON'T COMPLAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my life and it's ups and downs. I am not hospitalized, I am not fighting for my last breath...I'm still here and I have a chance to do something to keep me here among the living. My choir sang Fred Hammond's new song, "I won't complain (thank you)", and it's going to be my mantra to keep me in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me in one of my Christmas presents. I want to wear this dress with no stress, so I have to get real about this weight battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023644303491927794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbeR4KuNDvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kJsohYUdw8w/s320/Picture+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LIVE LONG AND PROSPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, my cousin's great uncle who lived to be 103, used to say this to me all of the time - "I'm thankful to be among the living." Well I am thankful too, and I need to begin to live like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still carrying this weight, and I can't seem to shake that holiday eating syndrome. I do well for a few days, but then I fall back into my rut. Recently I watched as Oprah's trainer, Bob Greene, shared his secrets to living the Best Life based on his new book. I have to take this and live by it. What am I afraid of missing....I've eaten cookies and cakes and pies a million times. Why do I still crave fried chicken and tacos and pizza all the doggone time? I need to find out quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will make an appointment to see a new doctor and get my life back on track. I talk to a Wellness counselor and discuss my plans, but haven't implemented anything....what am I waiting on? I can't fit my clothes, I hate the way I look...what am I doing to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe the worse about myself, so my head is buried deep in the sand of reality. Wake up girl and get your butt in gear....this year has got to be your best year ever. I have been in California 5 years come Oct., and I want something to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's help, and a lot of self discipline....I think I can make it. So I won't complain about the little things that annoy me, about what I want...because God will supply all my needs. I just have to have faith and a whole lot of prayer. Love ya.....Jesus Joy!! :0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-9044147018019413403?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/9044147018019413403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=9044147018019413403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/9044147018019413403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/9044147018019413403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wont-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbeR36uNDuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/O0MpvJ8U9LA/s72-c/Picture+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-7267355803938241484</id><published>2007-01-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:43.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALL I WANT FOR THE HOLIDAYS....is Peace and Love, and Goodwill toward all men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "trinity" of holidays are behind us now, but here are some shots how the holidays stacked up for me at work, with my choir and going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2007 IS HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell ill during New Year's weekend so I was not in a partying mood. If I was I'd probably look like this though....:0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023370851514125954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaZLKuNDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aodi3WDhFZ4/s320/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and the Burton, Brewer and Powell girls....Fran, Ollie, Sr., Tija &amp; Christine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023366930208984418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaVm6uNDWI/AAAAAAAAABo/dkhp4mpOiO4/s320/Dad+%26+His+Girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023366981748592018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaVp6uNDZI/AAAAAAAAACA/BO5JhSx8DJc/s320/Mom+%26+Gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is my beautiful mother, Gerry Lee Burton....admiring my gifts to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369099167469042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaXlKuNDfI/AAAAAAAAACw/W0YDs2X6b-c/s320/Fran,+Dad+%26+Jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jamie (Step-Mom), Fran and Dad....getting really cozy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran &amp; Zayed and their famous Coconut Cake...."You got it goin' on Girl...No you do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023366955978788226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaVoauNDYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aqXkjFXZBBE/s320/Fran+%26+Zayed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Jr. and his girfriend Francine.....alot of snuggling up in the cold weather up in Sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369107757403650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaXlquNDgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w39DN5u3BQw/s320/Jr.+%26+Fran+(Girlfriend).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First A.M.E.'s Unity Choir in da houze. Anna Moore hosted our Christmas Party....Altos, Soprano's, Tenors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023366947388853618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaVn6uNDXI/AAAAAAAAABw/ysAieEyvhyA/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Niki, I told you I brought my gift...let me play please!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369713347792498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaYI6uNDnI/AAAAAAAAADw/LVEm5HNf724/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369696167923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaYH6uNDmI/AAAAAAAAADo/L0MJhIOTe_c/s320/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sisterly love between Adonna and Kim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023384359186271938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaldauNDsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HdUnWmpQsW4/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tim, Goldie and Kim.....eating good in the neighborhood. :0) Whoever brought those ribs - they were off the hoook!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023384969071627986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbamA6uNDtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/S_RKwgT2NKc/s320/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our newest Unity baby, Aniyah Graham......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369086282567138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaXkauNDeI/AAAAAAAAACo/1jLRcCyTzAU/s320/359660953_98164ce16d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I won, I won! At my office party...I won a Quesadilla maker!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad and the girls....Victoria (Step-daughter), Fran &amp; Chris....say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369661808184882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaYF6uNDjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1bmqSN7GHTE/s320/Dad+%26+his+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Miss Chandler! - Vickie's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369116347338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaXmKuNDhI/AAAAAAAAADA/KiUWFQHJX6E/s320/Chandler.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And here's Vickie's other child, AJ (Alex).......&lt;br /&gt;Talking about blue-eyed soul....there it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369687577988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaYHauNDkI/AAAAAAAAADY/XDPOqgfpJrc/s320/Baby+AJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369120642305570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaXmauNDiI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUP0zD_bfdM/s320/Franny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hey Frannie (Tija's BFF)....yea my chocolate pie hit the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and sister, Niecy Powell....CHEEEEZZZZEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023368188634402210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaWwKuNDaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-A6HRQTXU3o/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jeff and his mom...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023381696306548402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbajCauNDrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hG6Wb_4jcqM/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fran supervising as Ernest carves that turkey...come to think of it, she's just waiting for the first piece - fork in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023368205814271410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaWxKuNDbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FKuzh1eauhc/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her girls.....Gerry Burton, Christine, Fran and granddaughter, Tija (Atija).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023368227289107906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaWyauNDcI/AAAAAAAAACY/sGFaRJIRL-0/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023368231584075218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaWyquNDdI/AAAAAAAAACg/rHVBqJB7P7Q/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Powell Clan loves B-I-N-G-O.....so we played, and played until all the gifts were won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023371427039743634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaZsquNDpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e3nyKZoJTFE/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeff's Great Aunt and my Niece Katina Burton...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season......these photos prove that me and my family and friends did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IN MEMORIAM - Uncle John D. Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023373024767577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbabJquNDqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Eufi6Lom_Vo/s320/John+%26+Shirely+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023369691872955986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaYHquNDlI/AAAAAAAAADg/MFzn3zxHCIs/s320/Chris+%26+Aunt+Shirley.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My Aunt Shirley (my mom's baby sister) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to acknowledge the passing of my Uncle John David Houston. Uncle John D., which was the name most of us called him. it wasn't right unless we said, "Uncle John D."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My uncle passed on Dec. 20th from complications due to Diabetes, Pneumonia and Alzheimers. He and my aunt Shirley were married for 50 years, and that's incredible. My Uncle John D. was a man that was bigger than life. He was over 6'9"Ft. probably, and he played Basketball when I was about 4 years old. I remember that the team my uncle played with actually played the Harlem Globe Trotters in a charity basketball game. I never, ever forgot the excitement of that event, and for many years I thought that he was one of the Globetrotters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the years my Uncle and his children developed Diabetes and it is a horrible debilitating disease. My uncle's dad had it, and it was passed on to his children. My cousin Debbie died a number of years ago due to her bout with Diabetes, and her sister Brenda is struggling with it now. Out of 5 kids, only the 2 daughters contracted it...the boys have showed no signs of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was in elementary school, my cousin Debbie and I went to school for about a year or so, and then the Houston's moved to the South side of Sacramento. Debbie and I were the same age and we spent a lot of time together. She was as close as a sister to me. I would spend the night at the Houston's all the time...my mom taking me waaaay over to South Sac. I would watch my Uncle John D. being a father and I so loved being in the house with a man there. He was my dad when I stayed over. The Aunts and Uncles treated their nieces and nephews as their own...I loved that, and I will never forget him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My aunt is doing well, as she has come to terms with him no longer suffering. But I can only imagine her missing this giant of a man in her life....her soul mate, her partner for life until death do they part. God bless you Uncle John D. You were a wonderful man with a great sense of humor and a loving heart. I will miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we begin this new year, I pray for Peace in Iraq, I pray for prosperity, and I pray for hope to all those who have none. God continues to bless us....and I am ever thankful for every day I live. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us, so we have to live each day as if it were our last.....I intend to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD IS COME...LET EARTH RECEIVE HER KING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-7267355803938241484?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7267355803938241484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=7267355803938241484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7267355803938241484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/7267355803938241484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-i-want-for-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RbaZLKuNDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aodi3WDhFZ4/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-6906354005755898634</id><published>2006-12-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY STEVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great talking to you on the trip to L.A. Good luck to you on the road to Texas. Keep an eye out for that gravel....LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics of me and cousin Snoop Dogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNc9VadlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WxPDBNjsuwE/s1600-h/Chris+&amp;+Snoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014069288787146322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNc9VadlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WxPDBNjsuwE/s320/Chris+%26+Snoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are pics of Snoop and his two sons, plus his road dog, Bishop "Don Juan", Mr. Big Pimpin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNdNVadmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjwjfGLtvAo/s1600-h/Snoop+&amp;+Sons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014069293082113634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNdNVadmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjwjfGLtvAo/s320/Snoop+%26+Sons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Nick Cannon at the Kid's Choice Awards - 2005.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014069288787146306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNc9VadkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/loeI3L_TeDA/s320/kds+chce-chris+%26+nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the little girl who is in one of Missy Elliot's videos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014069284492178994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNctVadjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B8eNJ4_9gtY/s320/kds+chce-missy+elliott+dancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Master P, and Master P's son - "Lil Romeo". We were kickin' it in the VIP lounge. :0)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014069284492178978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNctVadiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIqXLCzlNoI/s320/kds+chce-chris+%26+mastr+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy New Year dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-6906354005755898634?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/6906354005755898634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=6906354005755898634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6906354005755898634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/6906354005755898634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-great-talking-to-you-on-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/RZWNc9VadlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WxPDBNjsuwE/s72-c/Chris+%26+Snoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-116467108566332484</id><published>2006-11-27T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:36:53.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season is upon us - the seasons are coming and going like I can't believe. I just returned from a short trip home to Northern Cali. for Thanksgiving and it was awesome! My sister hosted the dinner at she and her husband's home and family and friends were in full effect. Lots of good food, games, and conversation. Thanks again Fran &amp; Jeff...another successful Thanksgiving was had by all! (I've been trying to download my pics....but you know how this system wants to act a fool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this highway sign in West Sacramento. The first time I saw it was on a visit home when I lived in Washington, DC back in 1994 or sometime around then. I don't know how long this sign has been up, but I think it's pretty unique that they would post the miles from Cali to Ocean City, Maryland - my old stomping ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20025.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I arrived home on Wed. morning Nov. 22. That afternoon, my sister and I took my 10 year old great niece to see "Happy Feet", the story of a dancing penquin, his family and friends. It features awesome music and unbelievable animation. It was hilarious! The penquins were voiced by the likes of Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman, Robin Williams, Paul Rodriguez, and Elijah Wood as "Mumbles". Alexis enjoyed herself, and we did too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/714133/happyfeet_poster.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/760650/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ainie Christine and Great-Niece Alexis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter how how you try, you never get to see everyone while visiting home. However, I did manage to hang out with my friends from high school. The great thing about my friends is that they all come out to see me when I come to town. I can't tell you how "special" it feels to have everyone make the effort. Every year when I return we try and meet up. Sometimes it's the same people, and lately new people have joined in. No matter who comes, the good times get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had an opportunity to attend a football game at my alma mater, Grant Union High School. They are UNDEFEATED!! Yea...booooyyyy! Some things never change. When I was there, my class of 1974 was all that...as a matter of fact...from 1972 - 74, the athletic department at Grant was winning championships in all areas of sports...Basketball, Football, Volleyball...we had many great times defending our titles. For this game, Grant beat Del Oro 27 - 10!!!! Woohoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRANT'S &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt; TEAM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- GO PACERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20027.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DEL ORO HIGH SCHOOL TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/618725/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CATCUS QUEENS OF CALIFORNIA (Sacramento that is...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so happy to be able to visit with one of my family's dear friends, Marie. Marie has been collecting, growing, and showing prize winning cactus and succulents for several years now. I have "never" seen so many beautiful and unusual varieties of desert plants in my life. She's a member of a Cactus Society, and does very well with her show entries, as she had placed First a few times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie shared her books, photos and stories on her beloved cacti. If you're going to do something (grow an abundance of cactus), then you must research that thing and know what it is you're dealing with. I was fascinated with the varieties of flowering cacti as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best, best, best part of this visit was.....getting samples and potted plants that Marie and her neighbor Joyce didn't mind parting with. My sister and I came home with an abundance of beauties....and yes I carried those plants all the way back to L.A. I had packed them in carry on bags, which added to my already weighty luggage, but I was determined to take as many home as I could. I still have a few at my sister's but that's alright. I'll be home for Christmas and will make sure I bring my "big" travel bag. LOL - Thanks so much Marie and Joyce!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie explaining the variety of cactus in her neighbor's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of Marie's Greenhouses &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/333313/Picture%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now these are what I call Prick-lies.....:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/261717/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/591628/Picture%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mini Greenhouse to accomodate the overflow....and what an overflow it is.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/480654/Picture%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie's neighbor Joyce, in her yard It was like a tropical paradise. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/361232/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Joyce's Sunburst varigated succulent. Just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/1600/112818/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/827890/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be fruitful and multiply....these five cacti in the pot are "pups" from one cacuts in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/1600/748558/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/622050/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/1600/90256/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/431270/Picture%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember ever seeing a purple cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/1600/946067/Picture%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6428/3534/320/417344/Picture%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These ladies have an enormous love and dedication to gardening and I was so thrilled to see all of their wonderful plants. I too love growing flowers, but have always wanted to grow cacti. With their in depth knowledge and guidance...perhaps I'll join the ranks of being a Cactus Queen of California. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116467108566332484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116467108566332484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-116303010168554254</id><published>2006-11-08T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:51:32.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I AM PUBLISHED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this real or am I dreaming? It's really real...I am now a published designer/artist thanks to my submission to the magazine &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Altered Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past April, as I was browsing through my &lt;em&gt;Haute Handbag&lt;/em&gt; magazine, there was an ad for a "Call for Altered clothing". I decided to enter and went about finishing a jean skirt I had been working on. I sent the skirt and an altered T-shirt into Stampington &amp;amp; Company, the parent company for these magazines. A couple of weeks ago, by total accident, I go online and see this magazine cover. So, me being the curious person that I am, clicked on the magazine to see what I could see. Lo and behold...there it was...a picture of my jean skirt in the "gallery" of skirts and dresses. I was at work when I saw it and I flipped out. Not more than a week later, I get my complimentary copy of the magazine in the mail. Now mind you, I had not heard one peep from these people about whether they were going to publish my items or anything. Talk about a complete shock! So then that weekend, I get my skirt in the mail and a congratulatory letter. I have been flying on high to say the least. I am so very thankful and give God the honor for making this dream come true. All my blessings come from God and this is my reward for stepping out on faith and just doin' the damn thang!!! :0) They kept my T-shirt, so I believe it will appear in either &lt;em&gt;Belle Armoire&lt;/em&gt;, or in the 2007 edition of Altered Couture. Either way, this publication adds credibility to my work, and I am honored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/AC%20cover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My skirt is on the top left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Jean%20skirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Jean%20Skirt%20#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Jean%20Skirt%20%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sent out an email blast to all my family and friends telling them of the news. The responses have been overwhelming and very supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I looked through the magazine I saw so many excellent ideas that I was a little intimidated by what I sent in. But I realized, these people received an overwhelming response of submissions, by their own admission, so it really made me feel exceptionally blessed to be chosen. Thank you Jesus! I will submit more of my designs and see whether they publish more, as you can't have enough published work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right now I'm working on completing 5 purses to send in to Haute Handbag. I decided to do an all Burlap material series of purses. They are very different in their shapes, sizes and category. I hope they like them.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Bowling%20Burlap%20Front.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Bur%20%26%20Grn%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Altered%20Burlap1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOOD NEWS,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOOD NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Monday (Nov. 6), My sister found out that she is becoming a first time Grandmother!!! Whoohoo...yea baby! Her son and his fiance are expecting their first child in July 2007. I am so happy for Kevin and Cher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAY PARKER JR. at the Vault 350&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night my cousin came through with a ticket for me to see Ray Parker, Jr. at the Vault 350. You know we got it like that...any artist, any time...we are up in there! I drove to work just in case I was able to attend and at first it didn't look like it was going to happen. Then the guy with the tickets came through at the last minute. Thanks so much Rodney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The doors opened about 7:00pm. They had a row a chairs on the dance floor, so I found a front row seat. The show was very late starting. It was 2 hours before it began. But, once the show started it was alright. At first it was kind of slow, and the band took a break and left Ray on the stage as he rambled on about learning how to play the guitar and he even serenaded a woman from the audience. The band came back on and then it began to get a little more exciting. He sang his hits and played an instrumental cut from his new CD...I was shocked because I had taped this very song from the Smooth Jazz station and did not know who the artist was. He also sang a latin-themed song from the new CD which was nice..it also inspired a group of Lesbian women to take to the dance floor. They were getting their groove on with one another....it was interesting to say the least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The really funny thing that happened was that there were a couple of old guys, old white guys dancing with some moves that did not match who they were. They were getting down!!!! This one guy was with a young sistah (twentysomething young) and they were all over each other. I was thinking, "Ok, ok we get it...he's you're Suga Daddy!" :0) The guy had on this red velvet jacket and his hair and beard were completely gray. Dude was smooth and just partying his azz off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The last song Ray played was "Ghost Busters", and when it started, this white guy ran onto the empty dance floor and he started bustin' his moves.....I was in hysterics. He was doing all the latest HipHop moves and just having a great time. Then the crowd moved onto the floor and we were all up before too long. Man that was funny as heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But toward the middle of the program, the band took a break to go sign autographs and meet the people. When they returned to the stage, each band member began their solos and Ray gave their musical credits...the band was an awesome mix of producers, writers and performers. In particular there was the saxophonist, "Panther" and it dawned on me that I had met this guy 4 years ago at the Cultural Arts Center when the Los Angeles Women's Theatre Festival was going on. Panther was in the band for a musical "who dunnit?" play called "Black Legends in Blood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was also a guitarist who produced jazz legend Miles Davis' - "Man with the horn" album. This was the only album I bought of Miles'....great, great music. I was amazed to see it was this young dude who produced it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ray Parker and the band jammed, and jammed with songs the audience had forgotten about as well as didn't know he had written. It was such a great concert. The best part of Ray's performance is that he really loves to interact with the audience, so when he sang "A Woman Needs Love", he came down into the audience. He came over to me, grabbed my hand and sang to me for a minute, which I took a video clip of (I thought I was just taking a no flash shot). It pays to have a front row seat baby! How cool is that? He danced with the ladies, shook everyone's hand, and we all had a great time. I am so glad I went, it was well worth it. My oldest sister saw him perform in Catalina in Oct. and she couldn't say enough great things about him, so now I am in total agreeance with her. You go Ray Parker, Jr.!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20001.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20005.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-116303010168554254?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/116303010168554254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=116303010168554254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116303010168554254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116303010168554254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-published-is-this-real-or-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-116233666882606875</id><published>2006-10-31T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:58:24.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ANTIQUING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather outside is "delightful".....living in SoCal...90% of the time it is. I love to shop at antique stores, thrift shops and flea markets. So a couple of weeks ago I went to one of my favorite antique stores in Whittier, CA and found a most unusual item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crafty person decided to make a Christmas tree, inside a frame, and the entire tree was made of antique charms, earrings, buttons and keepsakes. It even had tiny christmas lights on the branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this dusty old piece of artwork, I was drawn to it...even through the dust, you could see a hint of sparkling items. As I drew closer, I could see all of the littles "treasures" this woman (you know it had to be a woman who wanted to keep her jewels on display) decided to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were Crowns, an Angel, Shamrocks, Fish and Birds....and then I began to notice matching sets of buttons and earrings and large brooch items. I looked at the price tag - $10 bucks was the asking price!!! Oh yea baby....my mind started clicking - "I can use this stuff on my handbags and cigar box purses, maybe even some clothing!" That's all it took. I bought it and took that baby home. Without even knowing what, when, or how... I began dismantling the piece. I started from the back and removed the pegboard lighting display. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, like someone possessed, I started ripping the velvet backdrop cloth from the edges of the frame....and as I continued to rip, pieces of treasure fell onto my lap. I had believed that this person would attach the items with some kind of glue adhesive, but to my delight - she had used a glue gun. So the items were relatively easy to yank off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked to see if the lights would work, but they didn't. If that was the reason for discarding it...I lucked out. Perhaps it was part of some loved one's belongings and the family didn't want to keep it. However it landed at the store, I was very thankful to find it. It was like a kid in a candy store...my eyes lit up at all these "shiny jewels...." :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20013.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took every single piece of these items off, washed them in jewelry cleaner, separated them by categories and bagged them for future use. Just recently I found a use for the strings of rhinestones outlining the tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OOOH...SHINY, SHINY JEWELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20014.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The "gift" to me was not only finding this item (that nobody wanted), but that some of these items are rare. I found all kinds of unusual items too numerous to name...I got more than my $10 worth!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BOYZ II MEN!!! ABC!!! BBD!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that the chant on one of Boyz II Men's songs? LOL Well, my dear cousin Dena came through again with comp tickets to the Vault 350 in Long Beach to see this trio (the young man who sang bass is ill and no longer performs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some months back I found a CD at the library and really liked the entire CD. So I jwanted to go and see them. Besides, I just knew I'd hear a few of the songs at the concert. I heard "1" doggone song from that CD!!! But they did do a lot of their other hits so it was alright (I guess). They even did a few cover songs (Stylistics, Bobby Caldwell), but I enjoyed their songs more. They didn't even have a band, just a soundtrack. I guess when you're not a group of musicians - today's groups opt for soundtracks. After they got started, it didn't even matter. Boyz II Men got down! The Vault was crowded to the max too! I had no idea it would be that crowded. We were in the VIP Lounges, so it wasn't an issue of seating, but I like to see the performers up close, so I wiggled my way through the crowd and took these pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20006.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20006.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm short and couldn't get to the front of the stage....look at the sea of people in that joint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Boyz have really changed to Men and some are a little heavier to boot (Wanya...put that ham hock down!!!). But they were getting their "grown &amp;amp; sexy" on anyway. Sean, the tall one, is still thin but he was looking quite "manly", sexy and stuff. This girl turned around and said that to me...I thought it was cute. She was like, "is it me, or is Sean getting his sexy on?" I had to agree. Sean, note to self...don't wear black baby. Dark on Dark = DARKER!! I love ya anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had a great time. I didn't take any pictures of us that night...too much going on...was tired of taking pics and not enjoying the show. I wasn't in the right mood I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since Halloween fell on a Tues., most people had their Halloween parties on Oct. 28th. Dena told me about a party she was going to and invited me to attend. The mother of Dr. Dre the rapper, was throwing a shindig out at her home in Calabassas. Well, I had one other invitation and that fell thru, so I decided to go with her and her friend Michelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The problem was what would I go as? OK, I've been saying that I have been out of control on the eating thing (under control now), and EVERYTHING was too tight. The one thing that I could pull off was an Indian girl costume. Since I had most of the stuff, and all I had to do was apply makeup and a headband...I was good to go! I found my Native American jewelry / beaded necklace, African cowrie shell belt (who knew the difference) and some jewelry I purchased in Las Vegas that was brass, and had a cowboy theme. Cool! I gave myself pigtails, added a piece of trim for my headband, painted my face with some war paint, put my "faux" suede fringed skirt with matching jacket and a fringed blouse. I wore a pair of camel ankle boots...and it was on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The drive to Calabassas was about an hour. It's just past Woodland Hills in the San Fernando Valley. So we find the house and everything is set up very nicely. The decorations are great, and there's plenty of food and drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We meet Verna Griffin, the host, and she takes us on a tour of her home. She lives in a gated community in a 5 bedroom house with pool, the works! The house was beautiful, and Verna decorated it herself. I did everything I could "not" to take pictures of her bedrooms and guest rooms. Awesome, awesome furnishings. She had this one piece that was the bomb...a bass cello styled dresser. And Verna even stained the wood to match the bed. This was a house I could retire in alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The party was mixed with young kids, teenagers, young adults and adults. It was nice though. Everyone danced and had a good time. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e ate the traditional foods and danced, and mingled until around 12:00. That night was also Daylight Savings...so we actually left at 11:00. Since Dena had to drive to Long Beach and then drop Michelle off, we called it a night. Fun times! Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Verna%27s%20house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTINE AND VERNA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Chris%20&amp;amp;%20Verna.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Chris%20%26%20Verna.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DENA, CHRISTINE, MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Halloween%20Girls.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Halloween%20Girls.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FOUND ANOTHER "INJUN GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...AND THE PIRATE OUTFIT WAS WAAAY CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Pirate%20Wench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Pirate%20Wench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A MINI MUSKATEER WAS THERE....HE'S SO CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Baby%20Muskateer.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Baby%20Muskateer.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Elect.%20Slide.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Elect.%20Slide.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GET YA PARTY ON Y'ALL!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32352456-116233666882606875?l=c-to-the-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/feeds/116233666882606875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32352456&amp;postID=116233666882606875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116233666882606875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32352456/posts/default/116233666882606875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-to-the-b.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-antiquing-weather-outside-is.html' title=''/><author><name>2Mch2Do</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889725006558402213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvjGmRjcm9E/S4gS5MPlrCI/AAAAAAAABuw/9royxkwtA9o/S220/1194986553129334551lips_mo_01_svg_med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32352456.post-116076030981561468</id><published>2006-10-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:23:37.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Art &amp; Soul Festival&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Paris In My Soul&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weekend of Oct. 4-9th, the annual Art &amp;amp; Soul Festival kicked off in Portland, Oregon. My sister and I were going to drive up there, but at the last minute she cancelled. I was determined to go, so I boarded the Greyhound and made the trek from L.A. to Portland. Yes, we're talking some 23 hours on that bus, but the schedule I chose was one where I knew I would be sleeping a good portion of the time...and I sort of did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work on Thurs. afternoon and arrived in Portland the next day at 4:45pm. I cannot begin to tell you all of the craziness that went on the bus (people were thrown off, accosted by the police), and some were being general nuisances. But other than that...I survived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyhound drivers do not play with unruly passengers, and they are "dead" serious about smokers who don't obey the rules of smoking in designated areas outside the bus. We arrived just a little late at the terminal downtown Portland. And since I didn't know where I was going I called the hotel before we arrived to find out what the best mode of travel was for getting to the host hotel. I also had to pick up my registration and then head to another hotel where my only class was being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20004.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20004.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is a really cool picture of how the clouds hover above the town as we were heading toward Medford, OR. I think we were at an elevation of 4,301 Ft. at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I could not believe what I was seeing so I had to get some pics. I wonder if you can actually "touch" the clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This trip was definitely a "fly by the seat of your pants" trip....I didn't have a hotel room, I took a bus, I stayed only 2 days, and I went alone. It really was a fun adventure after all was said and done. I can't say I recommend not getting a hotel in advance, but all the other stuff I endured was just par for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/1600/Picture%20005.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/3534/320/Picture%20005.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oregon Visitor Bureau signs along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was sure I was going to miss a good part of the class because the bus arrived late, so instead of taking the MAX metro train (which I was unfamiliar with)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a cab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I arrived at the Embassy Suites hotel (huffing and puffing), trying to get my registratio
