<?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-8632946194738079662</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:35:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisces Life: Unscripted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-7852862128717100961</id><published>2009-01-27T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:04:58.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting 2009 out Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286512639459708914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV13PIebz_I/AAAAAAAAACo/acWKtfwN3tw/s320/Oct_205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is anything that is so called good for you so damn expensive? I usually eat white rice. I buy a ton of it for just a few dollars. So my doctor tells me i may have borderline diabeticalness... you know what I'm talkin bout. For you old black folks, I'm talking bout Sugar! She gives me some of her tree hugging suggestions on what to eat and what not to eat and what to go easy on. One of her suggestions was whole grain brown rice. I think to myself, Yuck its going to taste like brown shit but anything to try to stay healthy and avoid poking myself with needles. I hate needles so much now i won't give blood. Besides i like my feet and with Diabetes if your not careful they can take one or a piece of one. I tried it to see what I would look like and it's not a good look! Not with me tryna date right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SX_VHPL5scI/AAAAAAAAADI/mhMZpju5DNg/s1600-h/Project0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296186007123243458" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SX_VHPL5scI/AAAAAAAAADI/mhMZpju5DNg/s320/Project0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to the store and i can't find it. I'm your typical guy so i look everywhere twice before asking for help. They take me right back to where i was standing before. over where all the other rice is and low and behold, there it is! On the bottom shelf there two spots for it. One for the expensive and the other was the really expensive. Both bags are so tiny i can hold them with the tips of my fingers. I guess i need to cut down my portions anyway. Why is man so greedy?! This is the same shit that they bleach and turn white. Its uncalled for. It should be cheaper since all they have to do is put it in a Mutha Fuckin bag. Let me calm the hell down, I'm getting mad again. I don't need to get my &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=2112"&gt;blood pressure&lt;/a&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side thought: My friend once told me he had HBP (High Blood Pressure) at the time i thought why the hell is he telling me this i didn't sleep with him. But i am a good friend so i was there to listen and give a shoulder to lean on. I asked who'd you get it from? I'm so damn stupid sometimes, i thought he was saying he caught something from laying up with some nasty but woman. He explained what it stood for and I told him don't be using Acronyms with me. My brain doesn't work like that. Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week I'm on a roll eating healthy and working out. So i decided to give the brown rice a try. Well let me tell you folks. Either I'm old and stuck in my ways or white folks got some bad as taste buds. I'm talking taste buds that can make bark taste like bake goods. Taste buds that can make sewer water taste like aged wine. I tried eating more and more hoping i would get used to it. Not a chance. The last bite i took tasted like bird feed! Yuck, I felt like a gerbil. I'll have to give something else up because i ain't eating that again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SVfWOTxEawI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hvxyaw3oraQ/s1600-h/Fatcat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284928229055163138" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SVfWOTxEawI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hvxyaw3oraQ/s320/Fatcat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say all that to say this. If your family has a history of &lt;a href="http://www.diabetes.org/about-diabetes.jsp"&gt;Diabetes&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=2112"&gt;High Blood Pressure&lt;/a&gt; or both please be careful and treat your body right going forward. Little changes can make a huge difference in your health and quality of life in later years. So start young. Get of the couch and get movin. Even if you don't have a family history of these conditions your are not excluded from developing them. So be good to yourselves. I wish i had started sooner. But its never too late to changes your ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8632946194738079662-7852862128717100961?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/7852862128717100961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=7852862128717100961&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/7852862128717100961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/7852862128717100961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-2009-out-right.html' title='Starting 2009 out Right'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV13PIebz_I/AAAAAAAAACo/acWKtfwN3tw/s72-c/Oct_205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-4428140453520342869</id><published>2009-01-01T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:01:29.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV17lrPUYmI/AAAAAAAAACw/hlKegS2lpuQ/s1600-h/new-year-resolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286517424795181666" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV17lrPUYmI/AAAAAAAAACw/hlKegS2lpuQ/s320/new-year-resolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done New Years resolutions in the past and found that they don't work for me so i gave them up. I'm going to try it again since i haven't done it in a long time and see how it goes. Wish me luck! Check out my list and tell me if you think i can achieve my new years goal this go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go for what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love who i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hate who i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Help who i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do exactly what i want when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Spare no ones feelings over my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV17rCxGoGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YCz49q84Fvs/s1600-h/NewYearResolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286517517010247778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV17rCxGoGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YCz49q84Fvs/s320/NewYearResolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-4428140453520342869?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/4428140453520342869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=4428140453520342869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/4428140453520342869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/4428140453520342869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 Resolutions'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SV17lrPUYmI/AAAAAAAAACw/hlKegS2lpuQ/s72-c/new-year-resolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-1152144557629251552</id><published>2008-12-25T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:08:59.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Wish for All</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOURS WAS BLESSED AND FILLED WITH FAMILY, FRIENDS AND LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLUBbWZk15k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLUBbWZk15k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-1152144557629251552?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/1152144557629251552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=1152144557629251552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/1152144557629251552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/1152144557629251552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-wish-for-all.html' title='Xmas Wish for All'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-3092764236885971671</id><published>2008-11-27T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:43:44.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hope yours was filled with love and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a Thanksgiving day laugh!  I just love Roger the alien!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/mGVpNe5USwWDWFEiKxIxEw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/mGVpNe5USwWDWFEiKxIxEw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oN16yB9UXE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oN16yB9UXE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-3092764236885971671?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/3092764236885971671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=3092764236885971671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/3092764236885971671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/3092764236885971671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-1106438397720985562</id><published>2008-11-26T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:14:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it up, turn it loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have been single for a year now. And for good reason as you'll see. Here is an example of how &lt;a href="http://www.bipolar.com/what_is_bipolar/types_of_bipolar_disorder.html"&gt;Crazy Psycho And Fucked Up&lt;/a&gt; this Negro can be. So apparently i still don't know how to let go and move on properly. My Ex and i still talk almost daily. Last Thursday i talk to him in the am and he was doing just fine. Life was good and he had is whole day planned out.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day i got some bad news so i called him to talk it out. you know, bounce my woes off of someone that knows me. As soon as this Mo Fo says hello i can hear the Attitude I think to myself ,damn he got caller ID and its too late to hang up. I'm screwed and not in the special way people like to be screwed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THE CONVO GOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; what was wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This Fool: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I leave it at that and asked: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what cha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This Fool:&lt;/span&gt; PACKIN! (tone all hard and nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; packin?....oh. ok. Where you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This Fool:&lt;/span&gt; I'M JUST PACKIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trying my hardest not to get sucked in and Looking for my exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well i can call you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This Fool:&lt;/span&gt; GOOD BYE! (tone all hard and nasty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS2-oqJMcBI/AAAAAAAAACI/5AgdztRoTz4/s1600-h/crazy-cat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273080344437616658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS2-oqJMcBI/AAAAAAAAACI/5AgdztRoTz4/s320/crazy-cat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I Hang up my cell up hard even though it had no effect. But damn it, in my mind he hard a click that could have busted out an eardrum. I think to myself why do i keep talking to this crazy mutha. Then i remember that i don't have to talk to him. i don't have to care about nothing he is going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Over the next few days i talked my self outta calling him numerous times. I was really proud of myself because i didn't call once. Usually i give in after a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday afternoon i get a Text that reads : We r stuck in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I call immediately pissed and asking why are you even down there! of course he can't believe I'm asking him such a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS29XmAhnYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EmhQ6wIS550/s1600-h/straight-jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273078951758110082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS29XmAhnYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EmhQ6wIS550/s320/straight-jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aggrrhhh Crazy people get on my nerves. when your crazy do you know your crazy? I might be nuts myself. If so i'd be wearning a cute little number like this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS2957cJQKI/AAAAAAAAACA/b0yxecHyjAE/s1600-h/CDGstraightJacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273079541626650786" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS2957cJQKI/AAAAAAAAACA/b0yxecHyjAE/s320/CDGstraightJacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let me put this in context for you he has custody of his niece and nephew. He has no business in Vegas when the baby has to be in school! Already missed too much school due to his crazy antics. Now it's Wednesday and they still ain't back! they are on the way back but that ain't good enough. yes I'm yelling, i done got all pissed again. But this is helping me feel a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Siggghhh............ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just had to get that out. I know i should let that mess go but i love them babies and his dumb ass too that its hard sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-1106438397720985562?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/1106438397720985562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=1106438397720985562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/1106438397720985562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/1106438397720985562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-it-up-turn-it-loose.html' title='Give it up, turn it loose'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SS2-oqJMcBI/AAAAAAAAACI/5AgdztRoTz4/s72-c/crazy-cat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-686069377242952303</id><published>2008-11-17T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:15:16.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was cool. Friday night i was being a big baby. I checked my emails and I didn't feel good so i just laid around til i feel fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I woke up and grabbed the remote. It slipped and landed on the bottom of my TV shelf. OMG! There was so much dust down there i had no choice but to clean it up and continue from there. It took my two hours to dust everything. I kept see those &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zx8j7s7-RQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Dusting commercials&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know that ones where they talk about all the crap that's in dust like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_dust_mite"&gt;Dust mites&lt;/a&gt;. Yuck! I felt much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 pm my brother called me talked about he bought too much stuff and needing a ride home from the store. I thought what harm could that be? I get to the store and these mo fo's ain't even shopped yet! WTF! And on top of that His girlfriend ask me to return something for her! Something about her ID being expired or some BS! Sounds Suspect to me so my response was the usual "oh, Hell Naw"! Do you know i waited for more than an hour for them to do there shopping! ain't that a mess? I hate selfish people! This week i ain't being nice. Stuck your hand in my face asking for something if you want to and it might get bit off. I got home in time enought to lay my ass down again and rest before my party i had to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm My good friend at work had her birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.elindioportland.com/"&gt;El Indio's&lt;/a&gt;. A local Mexican Restaurant. They are known for good drinks and decent food. Along with me to the party i brought another friend from work. We had planned to see this foreign film on Friday but i wasn't feeling good like i said. So we planned on going after this party. Now mind you, I don't drink but i had a snake bite so i was in no mood for reading subtitle and hearing people talk funny. But i didn't want to Flake out again on him. So i went fully expecting to have to sit through a movie that i wouldn't like or understand or connect with. Instead it happened to be one the best films i have seen in a long long time. If you get a chance and its playing in your area you should check it out. It's called "&lt;a href="http://www.lettherightoneinmovie.com/"&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/a&gt;". Its a vampire flick. But don't go expecting to be scared because its so much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love, Have a good week everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-686069377242952303?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/686069377242952303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=686069377242952303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/686069377242952303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/686069377242952303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-weekend-was-cool.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632946194738079662.post-4209381486227703182</id><published>2008-11-10T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:15:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going.... Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRj2KoEIq8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/J-7s94VPiNc/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267230426623683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRj2KoEIq8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/J-7s94VPiNc/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend most of our adult lives searching for that special someone to spend it with. Then we without knowing it get caught up in what i like to call the Type Game. I don't have any answer as to why this is happens. But i have seen it a thousand times. I see it all around me and you have seen it too. I have even been guilty of doing it myself. I'm sure we all have. Here are the types.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRj3_y0TSXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_OWU7D3OEkM/s1600-h/Hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267232439554754930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRj3_y0TSXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_OWU7D3OEkM/s320/Hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Type One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This guy Works out 4 to six times a work. has a body to kill for. He makes sure to have the latest fashions. His type is someone equally attractive or more.. but never less. He has dating options up the ass but spends most of his time looking for the Mr. visually right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;His Type: NONE No one is ever good enough for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;His Non-Type: Type one, two and three...No one is ever good enough for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Type Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This Guy has average looks and doesn't really workout much if at all. He is not fat, he is just regular and He maybe very well dress or he may wears nice enough clothes to get by. He spends a great deal of his time and money chasing after type one. He has no idea that type one believes he is not in his same league. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;His type: Type one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;His Non-Type: Type Two and Three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Type Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This guy can be ugly, old, fat. Some of them workout and some don't but all in all, they don't have a chance. He is constantly trying to be something he is not in hopes of snagging a type one or two. The body of type three consist of constant threes as well as type one and two's that give up maintaining their type status and float from type to type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His Type: Type one and type two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His Non-Type: Type Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What the hell do know? i have spent most of my adult life in relationships. But it seems to me that during my short time as a single guy(1 year for you nosey bitches), guy are passing up some 10's waiting on the 12's. Now don't get me wrong, i don't think anyone should setting for less than the best. But Damn, I am just saying that best is not necessarily in a big biceps or in a six pack. It may be held within the man that opens that door for you or gives you that last chicken wing. It may be in the man that held your head when drank just a little bit too much. It may be in the man that is slightly balding but its hot on him. All of this perfection we desire will fade and then we are left with only the heart of man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What type are you &lt;strong&gt;if any&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will y'all tell my bestfriend Acoustic Soul to shut the hell up I blogged! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632946194738079662-4209381486227703182?l=redsnake33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/feeds/4209381486227703182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632946194738079662&amp;postID=4209381486227703182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/4209381486227703182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632946194738079662/posts/default/4209381486227703182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsnake33.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going.... Gone.'/><author><name>Redsnake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311525913279286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRHZ36Hj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TiLnaAhKMs8/S220/Marlon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_uivENcrf8/SRj2KoEIq8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/J-7s94VPiNc/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
