tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32235436040021589982024-03-05T03:55:58.680-05:00My Evolution...ev·o·lu·tion: A process one passes by in degrees over time through different characteristics to a more developed and complex state.Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-21458092089407497062014-03-26T10:40:00.001-04:002014-03-26T10:40:59.886-04:00Social Media<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/03/26/421.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/03/26/s_421.jpg' border='0' width='216' height='237' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-21451355086551419062012-03-12T22:44:00.001-04:002012-03-12T22:44:44.744-04:00Just thinking...If you didn’t see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don’t invent it with your small mind & share it with your big mouth.Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-281277433992311192011-10-17T17:12:00.001-04:002011-10-17T17:12:25.693-04:00Good times...Dog days of summer are supposed to be gone but a few hot days still linger here and there. It was beautiful this weekend and I was able to enjoy Fall For Greenville without sweating too many buckets at the outdoor festival. That would not be good for me during my natural hair journey! <br />
I spent quite a lot of time people watching, like I always do and as usual, folks didn't disappoint this weekend. Where is our fashion sense or is there none anymore? Makes me think I can just put on whatever no matter how it fits! My, my, my and not in the Johnny Gill sense of the word. I did enjoy spending time with my Soror and her 5 month old son who is amazing. Thankfully, I've not been bitten by the baby bug but I enjoyed watching this wonderful little boy discover the world. I've come to the realization, painfully I might add, that I must stop and enjoy life and spend time with my family and friends now. I always say I don't have time but doggone it, I'll do it before it kills me! My dog sang a song for me this weekend. His vocals are getting stronger. Lol! This time he's chosen Miss Independent by NeYo. He's a funny pup. I'm glad he chose me...<br />
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Until next time, I remain...<br />
SimplyDione<br />
Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-14879796012474900452011-10-16T00:02:00.001-04:002011-10-19T05:02:56.366-04:00Time"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." - John Burroughs<br />
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Time. <br />
There's barely enough minutes in the day to finish the bare minimum on my workload, much less enjoy precious moments with family and friends. I've cone to the realization that it'll always be this way unless I make a change and step away from minute things that will always be there.<br />
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Deep breath. Ahhhhh. Refreshing! <br />
Goodbye paperwork... Hello fun!<br />
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Until next time, I remain...<br />
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Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-48983019106930052742011-04-10T20:47:00.001-04:002011-04-10T20:47:17.276-04:00Peaceful Times"Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." - Hans Christian Anderson<br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6WASk_D80A" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6WASk_D80A" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6WASk_D80A"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/D6WASk_D80A/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>Taken during a Sunday morning stroll on Hilton Head Island.<br /><br />Until next time I remain, <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/KennediSymone/MyEvolution?authkey=Gv1sRgCL_Sr6CLopWgGQ#5594121185951905394'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-qeJ_ls1x57eMWt2CeMqK8ksO5BlXOJZigAPy4KujL7-DEPi8lpZe8U0f1gdcbpitEPmSTcvFsLCrUZjsrI-B4h7XuXJVHtyMsk47TlONW6f2qz2nltZuLBxJISlkn1k1gD1PsDUC-M/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='237' height='98' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-91642679026775842102011-01-22T17:14:00.000-05:002011-01-22T17:15:47.933-05:00God's Country<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSU0qPVsPTex-6EtkH-SqCIzzqkccO3_72SBcPaTdmYzOso3CTl0Z7pUxY6EIh8bfNCPC6zephuPNTceZQlBfQO4bQcPwcre9s3AnU5PYD9bhagnZ7p9zXZ4YAc5ijT6L4PMLyJgqRoJs/s1600/image-747934.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSU0qPVsPTex-6EtkH-SqCIzzqkccO3_72SBcPaTdmYzOso3CTl0Z7pUxY6EIh8bfNCPC6zephuPNTceZQlBfQO4bQcPwcre9s3AnU5PYD9bhagnZ7p9zXZ4YAc5ijT6L4PMLyJgqRoJs/s320/image-747934.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565137508542455682" /></a></p>What a magnificent view! Taken while I sat on the runway in Dallas, TX. God is amazing. Today, ask yourself not how you can include him in your plans, rather how will he include you in his.Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-39053654250457410762010-04-03T15:40:00.003-04:002010-04-03T15:46:20.989-04:00Fur KidsIf you know me, you've heard the news that I recently had to put my beloved chow mix, Imani, to sleep. She had advanced in age and had numerous problems including blindness, joint issues and in the last few days, incontinence. She was my first baby and I'd had her as a very young puppy. She was mixed with an American Terrier (commonly known as a Pitt Bull) but she was the sweetest and most gentle combination of two commonly feared breeds. She did have a ferocious bark but once you got in the door, it was tummy rubs until your arm got tired..<br />I knew in my heart of hearts that Imani was nearing the end of a good quality of life. I also knew that with the recent loss of my mother in December of 2009 AND the loss of my first puppy would be like a double whammy. In the back of my mind, I was thinking of the type of dog I would wanted to add to my family. I guess fate, or good Karma led my path to cross with Tonka, my new furkid. Never would I have considered a Siberian Husky as a dog breed for me. A tenant in my rental property asked if she could have a dog and I consented. My neighbor had a coworker that had a litter of huskies and could not keep them all. They were all sooooooo cute and my tenant just had to have one. I ended up babysitting and totally fell in love with this animated and charismatic black and white furball. Sooooooo, I kept him :-) and he's been a great companion and gives me a good laugh, as well as a run for my exercise money daily. (that's a good thing...)<br />Before Imani passed, I bought her a pet stroller (yes, she had a stroller for dogs. I couldn't take one dog for a walk and not the other...) I'd hook Tonka's leash around the handlebar and let him help me pull Imani around the park. That was a BIG help and it's what he was bred for...<br />Tonka and Imani got along fairly well. Tonka was a bit high strung but at least they could sit side by side like siblings and not fight :-) Imani would of course take the attitude that she's the head dog around here and ignore Tonka and all of his squeaky toys. Tonka, being a puppy, could've cared less, he just wanted to play. It was my dysfunctional furkid family.<br /><br />The day I didn't come home with Imani was of course a sad day for me. I went to my room and just sat in the chair and stared into space. As I sat there, I heard this strange, sad sound from the living room and when I went to look, it was my 9 month old puppy howling. His first howl ever. It was a sad sound but it was cute to see my puppy looking so "cinematic". Of course, I thought he was howling for his lost canine companion but upon closer inspection, he was howling at the song playing on the radio. To be sure, I downloaded the song from iTunes and each time I play it, Tonka runs to the room and begins howling. I researched this behavior online and experts say it's a very talented canine that howls to certain songs. Some say the dogs will even attempt to match the pitch of the song. Well folks, that's all this furkid mommy needs to know! There's TALENT in my household! Not that there was any needed because Tonka had already won my heart...<br />Anyway, you can check my little musician out for yourself. Oh, don't worry about the spot on his nose. Tonka also likes playing in the shower, so the spot on his nose is just the drops of water that had not dried from his romp in the shower. Go figure...<br />For those of you that want to know, Tonka's howl song is "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQKzhcXtgMU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQKzhcXtgMU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />Until next time I remain,<br /> Simply DioneDionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-42008883236066905292010-04-02T10:44:00.001-04:002010-04-02T10:44:42.743-04:00It's Just A BillWhy? Why? Are people going crazy over this Health Care Bill??? Hello. <br>It's just a Bill which, if you're a thinker, means you KNOW you have <br>the opportunity to AMEND it. People, let's get over our egos and move <br>FORWARD.Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-20893901876338882992009-07-27T23:37:00.004-04:002009-07-27T23:55:06.878-04:00Drip...Drip...Drip...Dear Michael Jackson's Doctor,<br />Ummm... Do you realize you probably won't get an impartial trial? Ok. Maybe in some remote area that has never seen the likes of a TV and radio. You're up for manslaughter. It should be innocent until proven guilty but it really sucks to be you right now. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UQT-xh8mhSlVviZnljv5o1Hv_zosxEMy9Aw_XQxbuQtc1AO3hyTmJ7wWG6B3za3LZqpTm67GLtPg7hhyphenhyphenpchaB2Zzil9WpgKmq1LIg-QMnw3SsWfRdRfNjEqj__xk95GHV3lbhoWmjrY/s1600-h/pro.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UQT-xh8mhSlVviZnljv5o1Hv_zosxEMy9Aw_XQxbuQtc1AO3hyTmJ7wWG6B3za3LZqpTm67GLtPg7hhyphenhyphenpchaB2Zzil9WpgKmq1LIg-QMnw3SsWfRdRfNjEqj__xk95GHV3lbhoWmjrY/s400/pro.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363351201970169970" /></a><br />If there is a next time, NEVER compromise your values and faithfully execute ethical decisions that have been clearly thought out. Please. Do tell. What was going on in that house? Were you star struck? Yeah, I can see MJ having that effect but dang man, you coulda said no. You coulda said no...Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-49343853832340684372009-07-27T19:18:00.019-04:002009-07-27T23:37:31.936-04:00Enlighten Me...Random things going through my mind lately...<br /><br />I recently had the weekend off but still had someone to watch my Mom so I took advantage of some "Me Time". I hadn't been to the movies in a minute so I decided to check out a couple of new releases. I went to the counter to get some snacks and Good Lawd! It cost me near $20 just for my ticket, popcorn and a drink. Heck NO lady, I don't want to add a box of candy for an extra $2.50. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn9ZkRSIatTdDs-a0kcZPeuzOlcEv3QzrhpXMkAouyjT1CP2hFQc0qu2deVDBGESrXBLh0q4_FvRcCjH8TaGK0nrEoCQbHJzC63KSzKoJwpX6S-9BJgi_SQcXtyETS5ajj20o1iZ_mjg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn9ZkRSIatTdDs-a0kcZPeuzOlcEv3QzrhpXMkAouyjT1CP2hFQc0qu2deVDBGESrXBLh0q4_FvRcCjH8TaGK0nrEoCQbHJzC63KSzKoJwpX6S-9BJgi_SQcXtyETS5ajj20o1iZ_mjg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363307706925574338" /></a><br />That's when I remembered that unspoken rule that you're supposed to take your own candy and drink with you! Obviously we start it at a young age because I took my class to the movies this year and one of my 6th grade students asked me if he could go get a cup of ice for the bottle of soda in his pocket. This was the norm for him but as his teacher, I could not condone such behavior! <br />Anyway, back to my point. The theaters should be hip to the game by now. Geez! I had people all around me cracking soda can tops, unwrapping Big Macs and fries and passing a bag of Fun Size Snickers down the aisle. One would think they could actually make more money if they simply lowered their prices to something reasonable. Come on. $6.00 for a small popcorn?? Get it together or errybody will be racing to buy snacks ahead of time. By the way, Orphan was a TRUE horror story. Let adoptive parents beware!<br /><br /><br />Ummmm... Excuse me Jillian from The Bachelorette. Sorry. NO WAY can you be totally in love with two different guys. You're snogging two different people in the same day. Helloooooo. There's a name for that where I'm from...<br /><br />The LuvGuv. Ha! This is one of my <a href="http://dropzonedst.blogspot.com/">soror's</a> hot topics. Don't get her started! I read the $3.5 million house on the beach was on the market but was removed after Sanford's indiscretions came to light. I guess scandals don't sell houses huh? <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NfzeGR-5PJlzICOMPEaio-GNUI7DSpqiXMwZXGhkf4h5KqKjaGlf67ZHu_9oBID6s4AhMh_dhKUkLDZYt8WOy6MgKuuS88PnwTzOAN-aqWrWD6SyDpreqtX1G9reXs2TthKJ_u30ChQ/s1600-h/Gov-Mark-Sanford-58744.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NfzeGR-5PJlzICOMPEaio-GNUI7DSpqiXMwZXGhkf4h5KqKjaGlf67ZHu_9oBID6s4AhMh_dhKUkLDZYt8WOy6MgKuuS88PnwTzOAN-aqWrWD6SyDpreqtX1G9reXs2TthKJ_u30ChQ/s200/Gov-Mark-Sanford-58744.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363308937926406866" /></a><br />Personally, I wonder why he just didn't take his mistress to this castle by the ocean and save everyone the expense of looking for him hiking the trails. This man keeps taking vacations. Please, stay on the job for one straight week and take care of South Carolina Business. As often quoted in my business meetings, "It's not personal, it's POLICY".<br /><br /><br />Sarah Palin<br />Listen, you stepped down. Threw in the towel. Gave up a job you took an oath to finish. Please. Stop telling the media to leave you alone. You cannot control this anymore than you can control your Russian neighbors. Hee Hee! :-) Sit Down. <br /><br />What's up with posting R.I.P. decals on your automobile? Where did that practice come from? Everywhere I go these days, I see these decals plastered on people's back windshields, on the trunk, on the hood, wheverever they can fit in... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPejaQBqFdDs5AGjvFL7Ggjy2jqIe4wR65QpmaNV3T-fpuPkvBinB4KWvSSGTCdeefT-VmeUz31iPl08GnvZo2-NbsMc7J9v9r3nB_BdS0tDmXT8xZYl4ONskWdLu4l1Zs-9hLQlzL-f4/s1600-h/il_430xN_77632621.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPejaQBqFdDs5AGjvFL7Ggjy2jqIe4wR65QpmaNV3T-fpuPkvBinB4KWvSSGTCdeefT-VmeUz31iPl08GnvZo2-NbsMc7J9v9r3nB_BdS0tDmXT8xZYl4ONskWdLu4l1Zs-9hLQlzL-f4/s200/il_430xN_77632621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311012170673954" /></a>The girl that does our lawn has two of those MoFo's on each of her back windows. I dunno. Maybe that helps ease the pain but then again... Nah...<br /><br />I'm loving Facebook and I enjoy thoughtful, meaningful status updates. It's cool because I get my friend's updates sent as texts to my phone. I'm always in touch even when I'm at work where they've blocked it of course :-(<br />Just one thing. It's Facebook, not Twitter, right? Right?? I've had to hide some folks from the newsfeed due to an update every 1/2 hour about how many people have walked through their office and how many grapes they had for lunch. Also, please. Chill with the Ghetto Drink gifts. I don't understand the point of the application. Oh wait. I just blocked that ish from my feed! Ahhhh. All is better with that part of Facebook for now!<br /><br />Do you see this picture? Please comply. Thank You.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oUA7LCnnoLBg4vscKS995pKmJ-vzuztc0keAIAs4lt17MF4D3rck90mL5Iz3yHBN-bkV7UxokflNvfeTE19ZCEwOoq6qtbtiRIMVT5qGTyauB4ATiBuiaC1YvKL4lx6M3muVrUph4Pc/s1600-h/ucJ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oUA7LCnnoLBg4vscKS995pKmJ-vzuztc0keAIAs4lt17MF4D3rck90mL5Iz3yHBN-bkV7UxokflNvfeTE19ZCEwOoq6qtbtiRIMVT5qGTyauB4ATiBuiaC1YvKL4lx6M3muVrUph4Pc/s320/ucJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363314645671588914" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-10093727671062833252009-07-24T22:34:00.009-04:002009-07-24T23:01:48.957-04:00Divine InterventionHeaven has really called some talented people home! All of these deaths really make one appreciate this thing called life. Ups and downs aside, we are blessed each time we wake up and we are here to fulfill a purpose each day. I resolve to do better to make sure that before my head hits the pillow each night, I have in some way, somehow, done <em>something</em> to fulfill God's purpose for me. <br /><br /><strong>My prayer</strong><br />Heavenly Father, I seem to have forgotten my Divine life purpose, and I ask your help so that I may remember the reason I am here on this Earth at this time. I know that I have been given all gifts to fulfill my mission, and I ask for your continued guidance. Please help me immerse myself in meaningful actions that serve you. In your name, I serve.<br />Amen.<br /><br />Today's talented soul that was called home is <strong>E. Lynn Harris</strong>. Great author of African-American, urban, alternate lifestyle books. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGdEtHiMEc1xy7EAPZamWgxyLv9Mdmouy7lkBpRyKAFr-dqpHBtblx5S4zTJ8voYNkGI-USHLqE3xU2sVsgKvrIcLnVE1Si6t5HxEENZBoPHLfdtCsYLGRMX9GmcwW3CMLiEeI8st8Ec/s1600-h/ELynn+Harris.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGdEtHiMEc1xy7EAPZamWgxyLv9Mdmouy7lkBpRyKAFr-dqpHBtblx5S4zTJ8voYNkGI-USHLqE3xU2sVsgKvrIcLnVE1Si6t5HxEENZBoPHLfdtCsYLGRMX9GmcwW3CMLiEeI8st8Ec/s400/ELynn+Harris.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362224145994045138" /></a><br />P.S. In case you're wondering, I'm the short one :-)<br /><br />Until next time, live each day to the fullest and resolve to fulfill God's purpose for you.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3KViHDVfkBhrlkPWiG3Tdx3IDhEhyorGQdg5wzzbqIeHZLI_eKYt2OI9nhZ1eBLv8pv1cEuO-jwfXLSEkii-0wuUlQBkP2ZrXlBdvuLz4d-oonyMwNbI5iYI2bbrHB9z94tlm_BLk9w/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3KViHDVfkBhrlkPWiG3Tdx3IDhEhyorGQdg5wzzbqIeHZLI_eKYt2OI9nhZ1eBLv8pv1cEuO-jwfXLSEkii-0wuUlQBkP2ZrXlBdvuLz4d-oonyMwNbI5iYI2bbrHB9z94tlm_BLk9w/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362224576801312754" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-48856049351806004172009-07-21T00:10:00.009-04:002009-07-21T00:48:10.754-04:00A "Man" Apology<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVwbtT2nPhfJvVD_8hksk3kie6COe4P11QreMYxlF147Ju5yuFtb_DcaLE2yWSWDJUlwfUCLJ0AtwM-Sj7Li01U5RH-F3IJsJB3ROLVn4phCAo4GXLEETOW-jYqH2QUURbUOj0d18GqM/s1600-h/doghouse1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVwbtT2nPhfJvVD_8hksk3kie6COe4P11QreMYxlF147Ju5yuFtb_DcaLE2yWSWDJUlwfUCLJ0AtwM-Sj7Li01U5RH-F3IJsJB3ROLVn4phCAo4GXLEETOW-jYqH2QUURbUOj0d18GqM/s320/doghouse1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360767199464829586" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hey, hey now. Far be it from me to pass judgement on ANYBODY. I am neither a judge nor jury and Tupac said it best; "Only God Can Judge Me." No way am I going to sit here and say Chris Brown was dead wrong for putting his hands on a woman. Correction, no way am I going to sit here and say he was dead wrong for putting his hands on a woman in a violent, life threatening way. I'm not going to call him less than a man because he should have gotten out of the car, walked away, held his composure. Uh uh. I won't say that as a grown man, HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER and just remove himself from the situation especially if his girlfriend did something to deliberately press his buttons. Note to Chris- Women do this. Ya know. Press your buttons from time to time. I'm not saying we have a right to do that but hey, if one does such things to you, you don't need to be with them anyway...<br />Obviously, he is trying to make amends and set the record straight and show us he's still a good guy. He even posted this nice apology video for all of us. <br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy4wrJ4-q1Q&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy4wrJ4-q1Q&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />Ummm... Thanks Chris. <br /><br />I'm not going to say you were dead wrong. There are plenty of other people who have done that for me...<br /><br />On a brighter note, Welcome to Blogger to one of my dearest Sorors, Hesha! I can't wait to read what you have to say on your blog <a href="http://dropzonedst.blogspot.com/">Dropping Knowledge</a>! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtS6yi42FgzeCwYvCG5G5G_yNbavG51iFYG40lldmMVhvoWj-gpSLa3muDSLr4leLnWRyWMf7_lve7CCT1bTqw1xkSncLfdWHsMTqgy4ljBn40XesX2sA7KLIFMpTF2UpXDs-_uRviTo/s1600-h/dstfortune.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtS6yi42FgzeCwYvCG5G5G_yNbavG51iFYG40lldmMVhvoWj-gpSLa3muDSLr4leLnWRyWMf7_lve7CCT1bTqw1xkSncLfdWHsMTqgy4ljBn40XesX2sA7KLIFMpTF2UpXDs-_uRviTo/s200/dstfortune.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360769959727228066" /></a><br /><br />Until next time I remain,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimrWxEyMziT4MlTqORjWGVBVJ3yNE6inD4GPJrs6eNHqNDa93QmuRNnqJgOD1577nq9Iw5cirx_u4LQoBh9cmDDwtMlYa8S6xWDct5VVomxOBzpANu15qFa6xWHlDXluDW42CEGKaYYs/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimrWxEyMziT4MlTqORjWGVBVJ3yNE6inD4GPJrs6eNHqNDa93QmuRNnqJgOD1577nq9Iw5cirx_u4LQoBh9cmDDwtMlYa8S6xWDct5VVomxOBzpANu15qFa6xWHlDXluDW42CEGKaYYs/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360767742517816274" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-83425109795814479272009-07-14T00:21:00.002-04:002009-07-14T00:28:31.465-04:00On The LineI'm still alive over here. <br />It's summer time but I don't feel "summery"; if that's a word...<br />Oh well. People keep sending me messages that this too shall pass.<br />Yeah, well. Ok.<br /><br />I've been thinking about this blog. <br />Alot. <br /> I miss posting.<br /> But I have been working on two other blogs. And Social Networking...<br /> Mostly for my students. <br />Because. <br />They need to know how to do this when they get out of school. <br />And do it right.<br /><br />It's summer time, but I don't feel "summery"; if that's a word...<br /><br />I know my blog buddies are doing well. I keep up with most of you through Facebook.<br />U may think, facebook but not blogging? Mobile facebook updates are easier than mobile blogging...<br /><br />The state of our society is REALLY depressing. REALLY.<br />REALLY. <br />Did I say that already??<br /><br />I facebook'd (if that's really a word) a riddle me this the other day.<br />You love your husband and have a beautiful family. It's you two against the world; or so you think. You suddenly find out he's been killed by a mistress. How do you plan a SPIRITUALLY fitting funeral to lay his body to rest. The LORD would have to intervene because I'd be BITTER. <br /><br />How about you? <br /><br />Politics have been politics as unusual... <br /> I live in the state where our gov is trying to fall back in love with his wife. Oh, we're also in the middle of the bible belt but no one is giving this man grief about his escapades. Oh well.<br /><br />I recently had conversations with this guy. <br />He likes me.<br /> You know there's a "but" coming right?<br /> He's not the ONE. <br /> And I grew tired of going round and round about nothing. <br /> DRAMA.<br /> No substance.<br /><br />I recently saw a picture of my ex's ex and I couldn't help thinking, "Wow. He did alot better with me." I'm sure he'd be in a state of OMG to see what she looks like now.<br /><br />Someday, my TRUE prince will come and I'll not settle because it's my life and I don't want to be stuck with no smiles and laughter in my day.<br /> I deserve to be Shelia in Why Did I Get Married. You know the line-- "He loves me for me and who I am and I wake up with such JOY in my heart! Oh! I wake up with such JOY in my heart!"<br /><br />Still in a DAILY state of shock about Michael Jackson. Of course, I almost posted the day he died but I didn't want to be cliche. How do you make that little accent on your computer for the 'e' in cliche. I'm sure I could find it if I looked for it.<br />You know what's next. <br />Oh well.<br /><br />Back to MJ, I was a fan of MJ. I could probably say I loved him as a fan would love him. I could see his pain but feel honored to live in THIS lifetime to see his talent.<br />Flashback to one of my facebook status updates; Dear Sensational Media, I think you are angry because Paris did what you are unable to. Love her DADDY unconditionally. Yes, she has a right to speak and NO, it was not staged. Leave those kids alone. <br />I mean that. Really.<br />Of course, I bought The MJ Ultimate collection as any fan would and I wonder how in the world I ever missed the song "On The Line". Guess I didn't pay attention to the opening of the movie Get On The Bus. It is truly one of his most under rated songs. I'm a sucker for ballads and this one has become one of my new favs. I've been blasting it for a few days now.<br /><br />I'm going to post the song before I go. <br />As you can tell; Life is just Life right now.<br />One of my sorors just posted she's in an odd state spiritually and emotionally. <br />I can say; I feel ya.<br /><br />I did this song an injustice by skipping over it the 1st time. How wrong I was...<br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7Ol09rOnes&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7Ol09rOnes&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />As always, I remain,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2AvXema2TAt-v1jAUHCtXab9Z3lHpWNRLQOq47f3c11vf4x_790qbFJ0KWx0I5Tpj-TFTEeUloLCbJFGxJQhKRkw5evXYiJEABFjOV3ZH8MCDKj63lPG1GOkla9M8utHV16vKbk48YKM/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2AvXema2TAt-v1jAUHCtXab9Z3lHpWNRLQOq47f3c11vf4x_790qbFJ0KWx0I5Tpj-TFTEeUloLCbJFGxJQhKRkw5evXYiJEABFjOV3ZH8MCDKj63lPG1GOkla9M8utHV16vKbk48YKM/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358160986293925922" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-68873874537072317212009-04-01T19:46:00.005-04:002009-04-01T20:02:02.450-04:00Lost GenerationA co-worker sent this video to me a few weeks ago. It must've caught me on a good day because my multimedia emails usually pile up for quite awhile before I get around to reading them! I thought this was a profound way to say all is not lost with our generation...<br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-3ae5a1996abdfa6d height=266 width=320 contentId="3ae5a1996abdfa6d"></OBJECT><br /><br />Hope you enjoyed it! Until next time, I remain <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIve9kAl9bPBLRY16jnycwf5Ym1WK8Wt9PCR27pvn2WofKifDR3Vx7yWlQA2EIzi7SDBm4_8PkMwNttmzeZOd1-e0UMhWvrQCWa3yLAH2iNlRdD6T5Hgm2DFhTjfOR0WshluE44SHD6A/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874646164438258 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIve9kAl9bPBLRY16jnycwf5Ym1WK8Wt9PCR27pvn2WofKifDR3Vx7yWlQA2EIzi7SDBm4_8PkMwNttmzeZOd1-e0UMhWvrQCWa3yLAH2iNlRdD6T5Hgm2DFhTjfOR0WshluE44SHD6A/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border=0></A>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-47663644656727575412009-04-01T18:41:00.007-04:002009-04-01T19:34:45.618-04:00The Teacher's Desk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1Udm3GxT0jTz35Y8HSpe8eNrhZGzRqFh8oe9Dgik7PVfakdydR1qweMF1Cw3RGzE5rC8n3SH67_fFIX9Z5DbImuhbkcVqN7bpMe4NfBiQyQ9TdlkN3ge3uyZce837bAGm630FXFCQjw/s1600-h/ITAimage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1Udm3GxT0jTz35Y8HSpe8eNrhZGzRqFh8oe9Dgik7PVfakdydR1qweMF1Cw3RGzE5rC8n3SH67_fFIX9Z5DbImuhbkcVqN7bpMe4NfBiQyQ9TdlkN3ge3uyZce837bAGm630FXFCQjw/s400/ITAimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319857009793020866" /></a><br /><br />Does this desk look almighty and powerful?? How many of us hold the teacher's desk with such high esteem to bestow upon it super powers beyond human measure? Maybe I'm off on one of my rants again but lately I have started noticing how many people seem literally tied to this piece of wood in a classroom. Ok, my school has gone through HOURS upon HOURS of Professional Development so we understand the importance of circulating around our rooms amongst the students. Personally, I have long ago given up that "Sage on the stage" role and have taken up my proper place among my students as their "Guide on the Side". Research tells us that our students must be involved in collaborative learning in order for them to "get it". Collaboration certainly cannot be done from behind this inordinate object that serves as a barrier between you and them. Hmmm... ok, in all fairness, I must say it's usually substitutes that exhibit this behavior; but not always... Almost as if that desk will put up some protective shield should the kids look at them the wrong way... It's quite funny actually. One such lady looked like she was one with the desk. Caressing it's every crease and crevice and looking lovingly against the grains! <br />Why? Why I say? What makes you think that furniture will give you the power you are seeking? It just gives me an uneasy feeling. Almost like the person doesn't really know what they're doing. Just in the room as a babysitter... Kids are different these days and they were born in the digital age. That sitting behind the desk ish ain't kosher! Me? Sure, I have a desk, but when do I get a chance to use it?? I sit smack dab in the middle of my classroom...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB57zm6_SuA49Oho60NgvxVLr9mfbXesfKDgB3Y39bqY6cT96PWUbEZCrDQcek-1G2XppCrTbIHoNfIxCHITOJIccwR_PTjpetYiLJdLPl1vkaO5DYYvj6Zmx2OtyXfKu5espmDQrvDuc/s1600-h/Woman-in-red-hooded-jacket-sitting-in-the-middle-of-the-road-pop-art-pastel-42_wallpaper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB57zm6_SuA49Oho60NgvxVLr9mfbXesfKDgB3Y39bqY6cT96PWUbEZCrDQcek-1G2XppCrTbIHoNfIxCHITOJIccwR_PTjpetYiLJdLPl1vkaO5DYYvj6Zmx2OtyXfKu5espmDQrvDuc/s200/Woman-in-red-hooded-jacket-sitting-in-the-middle-of-the-road-pop-art-pastel-42_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319861933260747954" /></a><br />That's where all the action happens. Sure, I'm also a little bit of a control freak so I sit where I can bop em upside the head if I need to. (Just kidding. Don't want anyone to haul me off to jail...)<br /><br />Anyway. That was my quick, pointless rant for the day. <br /><br />One of my sisters <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUlmdMkfp5jKo4XyA3aBufLDirHq3GeRhHu6UTKG6tJ_tLRDdmL8V6h7E7dPbcfDCOLIsWesEfuqv6v4jn6OIUqKis4SGRN2kiElebZAVK5ure-qgJDvi_Okg6mlsLgkTfPujTnXt4RQ/s1600-h/dstsisterhood.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUlmdMkfp5jKo4XyA3aBufLDirHq3GeRhHu6UTKG6tJ_tLRDdmL8V6h7E7dPbcfDCOLIsWesEfuqv6v4jn6OIUqKis4SGRN2kiElebZAVK5ure-qgJDvi_Okg6mlsLgkTfPujTnXt4RQ/s200/dstsisterhood.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319864072765783378" /></a> is now on the Blogging Circuit! Her blog is <a href="http://www.scrapincolor.blogspot.com/">Scrap In Color </a>and I'm soooooo proud of the fact that she is out there doing the dang thang! I dabble in scrappin' but Step is the Master, guru, head scrapper in charge of this realm and I gladly step aside and yield to her in the presence of patterned paper and paper cutters! <br />Congratulations and Best Wishes to you Step! Luv ya and I'm adding ya to my blog roll!<br /><br />Pray that our Governor will come to his senses and stop refusing our state's cut of the stimulus money!<br /><br />Until next time, I remain<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy21KdtUnjzss_XdQdVjKLqtbqXn_TGWERV2o03gf6o-wjmAfYQDEQfrPxEliHvOtYsIEVjiDpiUQRn8qNi8Va8_G2lBXdOVGRZfnrnrlzRDAtpJhOpmQCZSPFe85zb1tDDAeH3-h3QNs/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy21KdtUnjzss_XdQdVjKLqtbqXn_TGWERV2o03gf6o-wjmAfYQDEQfrPxEliHvOtYsIEVjiDpiUQRn8qNi8Va8_G2lBXdOVGRZfnrnrlzRDAtpJhOpmQCZSPFe85zb1tDDAeH3-h3QNs/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319867113139358722" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-6214724425234412582009-03-08T08:44:00.009-04:002009-03-08T09:17:36.584-04:00Freedom of ExpressionI teach, therefore I am... No, really.<br />By now you know I'm a people watcher. I'm usually the one sitting a little off from the others, arms folded and quiet. It's earned me quite the reputation for being a snob but it's not really that, it's just that I'm taking in the scene. Doing my thing. People watching. Anyway, I digress. Well, this week, some kids at my school decided amongst themselves that they were going to have their very own tacky day. Wow. They came up with that on their own. Ok, I'm a sarcastic people watcher:-) Anyway, in their mind, it's waaaay cool to wear plaid pants and striped shirts with totally unmatching colors and two totally different pairs of socks on each leg pulled all the way up to the knees. *complete silence* Ok. If you want to express yourself, go for it. yadda, yadda, yadda. They coordinated the WHOLE thing and walked into school like "What??". <em>They were so proud...</em> Then...IT happened... In comes the ONE who will mess it up for everybody... Yep. The <strong>ONE</strong>... In walks a grown azz 15 year old size 16 but wearing a size 12 hot mess. She. went. too. far. SHE decides it's cute to wear a d@mn DIAPER to school over her tacky clothes. I'm mad that she either: 1. Went to the store and bought diapers that big or 2. Stole some depends from her disabled relative. Those things are hella expensive. My reaction?? *mouth drop* *complete silence for a minute* Grab the cell phone, take a picture and send it to my other co-workers lucky enough to not be in the midst of this atrocity... Maybe I was wrong and I'll pay for it one day but for that moment, someone else had to share in my misery. She had NO shame in this game and the facial expression to match it. Seriously. I had a flashback of Jamie Foxx's Wanda as I took in her mean mugging face... My previous attempts to reach this child were fruitless and unappreciated. By her and her momma... Somebody, anybody, everybody please, help me out here! I'm supposed to understand these things but what the heck was that big "A" diaper supposed to prove?? If you were still a student, would you go that far?? If this were your daughter, would you allow her to go to school dressed like this all for the sake of "expressing oneself?? If she were mine, she'd be UNDER the house before I allowed that freedom of expression. No way, babycakes... Amendment rights do NOT apply to you... Get a job to pay for them diapers you wanna wear and then you have a bargaining chip! Ugh!<br /><br />Congrats to <a href="http://the12planet.blogspot.com/">12kyle</a> on the new job and Mrs12 for joining the ranks of the greatest sorority in the world. Welcome to the Sisterhood!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurUL9DcuCMwltyGFxMik_MEE0qJN7FKySAKQR3unM2bxlZjlKk-q2dvRrknoWZ-5kOizfu8mCFtgNPCJ27iA6YGXOWj9lf5XqhPkuAi36i9D-pqxMa7dWez_qaecBmbDO0Ga-Rb5Hol8/s1600-h/devastating.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurUL9DcuCMwltyGFxMik_MEE0qJN7FKySAKQR3unM2bxlZjlKk-q2dvRrknoWZ-5kOizfu8mCFtgNPCJ27iA6YGXOWj9lf5XqhPkuAi36i9D-pqxMa7dWez_qaecBmbDO0Ga-Rb5Hol8/s400/devastating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310802037182827954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Until next time, I remain...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGE4cWal_zJkHhib66EQWWEzhQqLtlxOFccA1I2eI4AOQN8dip2cQSzY01lye0GUxrwfL9u8bXhsDTdGgCwLhavamGe1STKrKecSuhYCCTUFgTvajCrCiLMRcgLTJCZwhaVkoA-XpOiXk/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGE4cWal_zJkHhib66EQWWEzhQqLtlxOFccA1I2eI4AOQN8dip2cQSzY01lye0GUxrwfL9u8bXhsDTdGgCwLhavamGe1STKrKecSuhYCCTUFgTvajCrCiLMRcgLTJCZwhaVkoA-XpOiXk/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310803515346403938" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-57312944751752650012009-03-02T14:45:00.014-05:002009-03-02T15:11:50.873-05:00Photo Fun!Ok. Ok. Ok. So I've been M.I.A. for a minute. Ok, well... maybe an hour! Y'all (like my southern slang?) it's been more than a notion making everything happen in a 24 hour period! As most of you know, I teach 6th, 7th, and 8th grade Science to middle school special needs children. If you know anything about South Carolina State Standards, you'd also realize that each grade level has <em>an entirely different curriculum.</em> Beyond inquiry and process skills, no class learns the same material. That rules out teaching the same lesson to different classes :-( Phooey for me. Add that to Special Education paperwork and taking care of my mom, it's a no go for my blog posts!<br /><br />Fast forward to today. I'm sitting at home due to 6 1/2 inches of snow on the ground. Wow. Snow. Falling on the 1st day of March. Talk about March coming in like a lion! Deep breath. Aaaaahhhhh! It felt so good to sleep a little late and not have the usual deadlines and pressures of work, get home, check on mom, fixing dinner, taking care of the dog, etc bearing down on me. You get the point! Soooo, after doing a few household catchup things, I played around on a website I found out about at a technology conference. It was a great way to relax, relate, release (Go Whitley Gilbert!) and I found myself just playing around with different photo effects. I don't have an earthshattering blog topic today so I'll just post a little of my PhotoFunia work. Enjoy! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CNJRB7ZPbzQxaLksLS8jv0m4QZx7GA7IAAe8-VmUbMVYtTYdW6w023Eu3lhS01MmAx-zr5Vyl3nrl-b_85md_CXrSk9EYhPUZttX_-YGlcYgzt-iflm71N6XG0dyzGG5hUJPj6GbLe8/s1600-h/PhotoFunia2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CNJRB7ZPbzQxaLksLS8jv0m4QZx7GA7IAAe8-VmUbMVYtTYdW6w023Eu3lhS01MmAx-zr5Vyl3nrl-b_85md_CXrSk9EYhPUZttX_-YGlcYgzt-iflm71N6XG0dyzGG5hUJPj6GbLe8/s320/PhotoFunia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308682316548904354" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3bYnaVrfmhBUt4VayHICluNHA7o0m0Ra_E8TALFAm2c-UhvvdWrojrsiBOQOhf-vyjB8LsvJWOtbvqjBuQZI8WwzNeTRnaHtlJOHVzNDzpEq6U9UXy3N1pZWbl1iFk2hPBw9T5gmGmA/s1600-h/PhotoFunia1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3bYnaVrfmhBUt4VayHICluNHA7o0m0Ra_E8TALFAm2c-UhvvdWrojrsiBOQOhf-vyjB8LsvJWOtbvqjBuQZI8WwzNeTRnaHtlJOHVzNDzpEq6U9UXy3N1pZWbl1iFk2hPBw9T5gmGmA/s320/PhotoFunia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308682917732220258" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01qP6EPx-TsJSnUKt0gSR5MPtKjEk_EMcl3car9R-KSaEKTNGHqq9j7DzP-Fcy96IuY4Wsma6JPMzzZ5t-qhgtUWeHsX3UnlkW6rpyGj639uMD3E6h3OcQiRg4AkTzk0ENILj6usxD1c/s1600-h/PhotoFunia3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01qP6EPx-TsJSnUKt0gSR5MPtKjEk_EMcl3car9R-KSaEKTNGHqq9j7DzP-Fcy96IuY4Wsma6JPMzzZ5t-qhgtUWeHsX3UnlkW6rpyGj639uMD3E6h3OcQiRg4AkTzk0ENILj6usxD1c/s320/PhotoFunia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683075450634610" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxusVl8V5XQie-Sbc3HXSTAQ4O_HyHU69kNxXRvpVWwQL_d7YWuU5p6OLmtTHIxvS5K82jTLUceTl6ylA6peIrmYkYCi6p2qmiYTAuTZt7-MQxSf8FbQ2iQjycx1NBGZfpuJkYZ7wcbMY/s1600-h/PhotoFunia5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxusVl8V5XQie-Sbc3HXSTAQ4O_HyHU69kNxXRvpVWwQL_d7YWuU5p6OLmtTHIxvS5K82jTLUceTl6ylA6peIrmYkYCi6p2qmiYTAuTZt7-MQxSf8FbQ2iQjycx1NBGZfpuJkYZ7wcbMY/s320/PhotoFunia5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683215964350978" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Hwca7EeFD1JUK2KbZZtvVRh7d-AEPqr-AFTlEBFUpAVk-u6bPQDiB8dl7-o87SLSTCIOWfBcyxYqr0Ep_o3ETbd7nhKx7GNqEGHAoZb6Qf9CPjC2RMoMCam875ui5mMnT2nEG8YuDUI/s1600-h/PhotoFunia6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Hwca7EeFD1JUK2KbZZtvVRh7d-AEPqr-AFTlEBFUpAVk-u6bPQDiB8dl7-o87SLSTCIOWfBcyxYqr0Ep_o3ETbd7nhKx7GNqEGHAoZb6Qf9CPjC2RMoMCam875ui5mMnT2nEG8YuDUI/s320/PhotoFunia6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683380033488690" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM47c7CFBCBcUrSDy7yKE3kzxIuZ0Bhd1AFyMw2Df9fGx9iIjZ5P8A8rfyiTYXSY8snVqZeNeKiUpj8N9cuJWOc8aKYoZ9rgrS6WLIXbaTEHYfM33LlJVUFBejwJK7KTJ6yEgjN_I-tYc/s1600-h/PhotoFunia7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM47c7CFBCBcUrSDy7yKE3kzxIuZ0Bhd1AFyMw2Df9fGx9iIjZ5P8A8rfyiTYXSY8snVqZeNeKiUpj8N9cuJWOc8aKYoZ9rgrS6WLIXbaTEHYfM33LlJVUFBejwJK7KTJ6yEgjN_I-tYc/s320/PhotoFunia7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683516938299570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikA7fTh-QKG49thaV54do2AnftoEidOI5KvlokURVz6XjSBM2b4wqtedCP_ZHYqDwnqjr30liz2VK5G_wg5TXNVLswOlMr_gVDq2Rp5OKmxiVk_fblrb-nBIojlNr__Cwy_wezzJdwpM/s1600-h/PhotoFunia8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikA7fTh-QKG49thaV54do2AnftoEidOI5KvlokURVz6XjSBM2b4wqtedCP_ZHYqDwnqjr30liz2VK5G_wg5TXNVLswOlMr_gVDq2Rp5OKmxiVk_fblrb-nBIojlNr__Cwy_wezzJdwpM/s320/PhotoFunia8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683652574171442" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeD627PmMeBnCO8Lg_k5q6Ge7UFeP8Kh3IVp8U5NOCJtFzL8e5r3mfiLWEZ-PdKBpbnPb9pQUhFuPiV4On6I1SnenDf7KiQ8JwTqoDRMN7sOY_CjKAok5Zn-sXA4vBH35OuTaON3EXZM/s1600-h/PhotoFunia9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeD627PmMeBnCO8Lg_k5q6Ge7UFeP8Kh3IVp8U5NOCJtFzL8e5r3mfiLWEZ-PdKBpbnPb9pQUhFuPiV4On6I1SnenDf7KiQ8JwTqoDRMN7sOY_CjKAok5Zn-sXA4vBH35OuTaON3EXZM/s320/PhotoFunia9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683789732425938" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfFN7Th2oCAwG6cUbr68cCDy4AGLPop_hvi3Hv1nHQ0dzkaN1jFVe8y5q-09wss0eu_2veSLlt0ENqqdLHiFcLa4VtLsZCSfGtSjSG6jjCGh2YrnA41feNjzq3q7heTeb227FtTZmydA/s1600-h/PhotoFunia10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfFN7Th2oCAwG6cUbr68cCDy4AGLPop_hvi3Hv1nHQ0dzkaN1jFVe8y5q-09wss0eu_2veSLlt0ENqqdLHiFcLa4VtLsZCSfGtSjSG6jjCGh2YrnA41feNjzq3q7heTeb227FtTZmydA/s320/PhotoFunia10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683924561341378" /></a><br /><br />Check em out for yourself- www.photofunia.com <br /> I look forward to your creative pics!<br /><br />Until next time I remain,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcHuwwn-itgwoN20fcJW5g-jJpqgMEvXvEu5lx8gpffYL90Y4kGVzKLHaI_f7BFhv9zuESh1T0AyQJUnk8R4CAhWYqpzBS8K5ZCzjtYWwVxQNPhrHjlF-IpGlmtIaH81gTU0ZZUhS38A/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcHuwwn-itgwoN20fcJW5g-jJpqgMEvXvEu5lx8gpffYL90Y4kGVzKLHaI_f7BFhv9zuESh1T0AyQJUnk8R4CAhWYqpzBS8K5ZCzjtYWwVxQNPhrHjlF-IpGlmtIaH81gTU0ZZUhS38A/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308684490673555778" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-66150168442652178522008-12-05T21:02:00.002-05:002008-12-05T22:11:43.147-05:00Where I find my Spirituality...Spirituality.<br /><br />"Spirituality as a way of life concerns itself with aligning the human will and mind with that dimension of life and the universe that is harmonious and ordered"<br /><br />Peace and tranquility. My sense of calm and comfort. A thought occured to me the other day, how and when do I really get in touch with my spirituality??<br /><br />Hmmm. When I allowed myself to sit quietly and contemplate, I realized that I do not get a harmonious alignment of my human will and mind from activities such as going to church and participating in weekly bible studies. Sure, don't get me wrong, hearing the word of God in the midst of his flock is important but for me, that is simply another appointment on my calendar rather than a metaphysical connection. For the longest time, I wondered, is it just me?? I didn't get the whole shouting, praise dance thing that others displayed in religious services. As a lifelong scholar, I used that time to of course LEARN more about the WORD but...<br />it still wasn't a SPIRITUAL connection... <br /><br />It simply wasn't the experience of connecting with the healing powers of my higher power...<br />So...<br />Where do I find my spirituality?<br /><br />That was probably best answered when I figured out my dominant intelligence. <br />Intrapersonal.<br />Highly self aware and best served when allowed to concentrate on matters by myself without outside influence.<br /><br />Inner Peace.<br /><br />I am most at peace when I can block the influence of the world and just be allowed to meditate, focus and connect. A melodious quiet song in the background. A non cluttered environment. An honest time for reflections. <br /><br />My spirituality is tied directly to Christ. I truly believe that. I simply have a different medium from the norm and before I really allowed myself to think rationally about it, my way of connecting was a source of concern for me.<br />Answers come when you least expect it. I don't know why that topic came to mind. I'll never know... but, nevertheless, it is no longer a source of anxiety for me. <br /><br /> “We need to find God and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. Nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.” <br /> ~Mother Teresa<br /> <br />Until next time, I remain...<br /> Simply DioneDionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-73318914774833132262008-10-16T22:03:00.006-04:002008-10-16T22:45:34.559-04:00Remember when I said no angry posts?? I CHANGED my mind!Well, well, well...<br />What do we have HERE!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLrxcfaXY9Q08B9nFDVzaeVixetDQKG4-qRqKsU2WTxX7ul439246WWSlAEj262aLqdgKfFlhUuHH3emD4pTQ9_aClOxU-0sxdNjFoxbw2PWr4geF9YFkfrQBt7qJtJQx_Dcq7tIdvE8/s1600-h/racist16_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLrxcfaXY9Q08B9nFDVzaeVixetDQKG4-qRqKsU2WTxX7ul439246WWSlAEj262aLqdgKfFlhUuHH3emD4pTQ9_aClOxU-0sxdNjFoxbw2PWr4geF9YFkfrQBt7qJtJQx_Dcq7tIdvE8/s400/racist16_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257937980493565554" /></a><br /><br />Complete story can be found here...<br />http://www.pe.com/localnews/inland/stories/PE_News_Local_S_buck16.3d67d4a.html <br /><br />This picture was sent to a Republican Women's Group recently. The editor of the newsletter said she was trying to refute a statement Democratic Presidential Nominee Barack Obama made when he said his face does not look like the other faces on American money. Soooo, this "woman" and I use that term loosely, decides to create this image of Obama's face on a food stamp with KFC and Watermelon in the background. About 200 people received this racist piece of crap. When our lovely little editor was called on the carpet about the error of her ways, THEN she wants to sincerely apologize for offending anyone! WTF?? <em>Too M%^&F*$#ng late!! </em>Her truth has come to light. Ohhh wait. Maybe I should not say error of her ways. She IS entitled to an opinion... Let's say, when she was contacted about OPENLY stating the views of more than one republican... I guess John McCain was there to shut her down since he does not allow ANYONE to make fun of Barack Obama...<br /><br />I digress...<br /><br />One would think in THIS time in THIS day in age, that we as a people could overcome racism, but to my chagrin, it is alive and well. I have watched debate after debate and have loosely followed Republican and Democratic campaigns without falling into political-ese talk that would leave my friends and co-workers looking at me like I had two heads. They already think I'm a nerd so to add Washington jargon on top of that would be overkill! <br /><br />Anyway, yes, we do live in a free country and everyone has freedom of speech. It is just a shame that we do not see that right as a RESPONSIBILITY to interject some INTELLIGENCE with it! <br /><br />As I sit back and think of the turn this election has taken, I scold myself for even being angry with anything that has unfolded. The polls are out. Obama is in the lead because the country is tired of the flat line of the economy. The Republican nominee used his very last debate time to whine about nit picky things and the Vice Presidental nominee has not been the golden girl savior as expected. She is a divisive figure and her mouth and lack of knowledge of simple things like the names of National newspapers does not fare well for the GOP.<br />I guess as I break it down in my head, and if I were in GOP shoes, I'd be upset too but as a thinking, human being, I owe it to myself to conduct myself with some kind of decent decorum. That, in my eyes, transcends race, creed and color...<br /><br />Oh, I'd also be upset if the guy I was running against looked so damn fly...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhv8zNCt5c81D6YqYg7JjKbWpHAoXEGGgcsi7Ksl9LmJcC_b-B8t4Tn88QonZZD8PGvK10b2-9eT8XbjRlHIbxDWMQ2JMtzcoajOTjvCFqJEX3XGJm2AGyifTf40dE5E0xqVwbkvnP_w/s1600-h/obamaebony.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhv8zNCt5c81D6YqYg7JjKbWpHAoXEGGgcsi7Ksl9LmJcC_b-B8t4Tn88QonZZD8PGvK10b2-9eT8XbjRlHIbxDWMQ2JMtzcoajOTjvCFqJEX3XGJm2AGyifTf40dE5E0xqVwbkvnP_w/s400/obamaebony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257944282822877234" /></a><br /><br />Until next time, I remain...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZR1D5HU7MNaFhee40E7g1O3gCgUjCp3ETxfNH5YHa8ueRMxjnStBzUsef7lg2O7BcAoZPHIvG30aGgjQVVZyCV2yyAPT-3Ciypfn5NTJNW2rAEtYbpUt8oJP2Bve58mbxc8Mib_R5SI8/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZR1D5HU7MNaFhee40E7g1O3gCgUjCp3ETxfNH5YHa8ueRMxjnStBzUsef7lg2O7BcAoZPHIvG30aGgjQVVZyCV2yyAPT-3Ciypfn5NTJNW2rAEtYbpUt8oJP2Bve58mbxc8Mib_R5SI8/s400/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257944669052823970" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-18610119077405774332008-10-13T21:35:00.002-04:002008-10-13T21:41:19.941-04:00Diddy Blog #24I'm back from Homecoming 2008 and I must say, even with the rain, I had the time of my life!! Plus, we won the game so that was par for the course... To my friend that missed it this year, yeah, I got your text message about me not partying too hard but I decided to ignore you for once! Hope to see you in the 'burg next time!! Haaaaa!! Now, as for my video post...<br />Well, if you haven't registered to vote by now... <br />SHAME ON YOU!! <br />I'm keeping up my end of the bargain, I'M not posting any angry posts, but I can't stop others from their opinion! I ran across this HILARIOUS video by Diddy. Usually, he's not one of my favorite actors but he had my stomach in stitches on this one!!<br />Enjoy!<br /><object width="377" height="336"><param name="movie" value="http://www.livesteez.com/videos/view/eTri1tB" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://www.livesteez.com/videos/view/eTri1tB" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" width="377" height="336" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed></object><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzk*Nzg*NTQ4NCZwdD*xMjIzOTQ4MDYwNTAwJnA9MTEzOTMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*wMDdlOWFlMWNlZDE*MDM2YjFhZDcxMzVhZTA*YTdlMQ==.gif" />Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-78744403146775361052008-10-09T20:54:00.004-04:002008-10-09T20:58:52.463-04:00It's Not a pity party post, it's just fuunnnnyyy...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEyWW2pY_ELX7QUu6bNSCykez4JpmP52cLVo0oyxCykAzfTDrBD8LpLC_1sDZaiXJ9DgDQbsPDsU8LjdngNqec_xxK3OYuZgRsNPZLsQRfwdkyN0aJPIvVmbmsNO-kzjc2xtgu1w_2s0/s1600-h/gas8yearsago.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEyWW2pY_ELX7QUu6bNSCykez4JpmP52cLVo0oyxCykAzfTDrBD8LpLC_1sDZaiXJ9DgDQbsPDsU8LjdngNqec_xxK3OYuZgRsNPZLsQRfwdkyN0aJPIvVmbmsNO-kzjc2xtgu1w_2s0/s400/gas8yearsago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255322704956028946" /></a><br /><br />Top Ten Messages Left On Sarah Palin's Answering Machine<br /><br /> 10. "Hi, it's John McCain; I had to go to bed. How'd it go?"<br /> <br /> 9. "Hi, Katie Couric here. Have you thought of a Supreme Court case yet?"<br /> <br /> 8. "Hi, it's Bill Clinton. Let me know when Todd's out of town"<br /> <br /> 7. "My name is Joseph Sixpack - knock it off"<br /> <br /> 6. "Hi, Katie Couric again - think of any newspapers yet?"<br /> <br /> 5. "Buy the Late Show Fun Facts book. It's a bridge to hilarity"<br /> <br /> 4. "John McCain again; could you pick up my prescriptions?"<br /> <br /> 3. "Senator Larry Craig here - do you have Joe Biden's phone number?"<br /> <br /> 2. "McCain again; do you remember where I parked the Straight Talk Express?"<br /> <br /> 1. "It's President Bush. If you're at the debate, who's watchin' Russia?"<br /><br />Haaaaaaa!!!! What a great way to go into the weekend. A little light humor. Saturday is my college homecoming and I can't wait to see all of my old friends!Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-65532035753700601332008-09-29T19:59:00.011-04:002008-09-29T20:44:29.604-04:0020 Things I Love...I'm staying true to my "No Pity Party" posts so I decided to write about 20 things I Love...<br /><br />Snuggling underneath a warm blanket with the one you love in the middle of winter...<br /><br />Time change in the fall...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QAMIqAPcmZ_VSlmOqK7kFobkS_ByUQxm0R_Ic27q1zfBscMJuGhlHXRqSjaum_x62KRxf_A_Ew4NFABAT5xedmlEMsX9u7RdKF49p6vkePbcbM5AS0eH6Eegy5kjsDFORntrs2vKbNM/s1600-h/bellyrub.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QAMIqAPcmZ_VSlmOqK7kFobkS_ByUQxm0R_Ic27q1zfBscMJuGhlHXRqSjaum_x62KRxf_A_Ew4NFABAT5xedmlEMsX9u7RdKF49p6vkePbcbM5AS0eH6Eegy5kjsDFORntrs2vKbNM/s200/bellyrub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603597396945506" /></a>Coming home after a hard day at work and my dog meets me at the door and just rolls over on her back and gives me those side eyes that say, "I've been waiting on my tummy rub all day!"...<br /><br />Having someone else wash my hair...<br /><br />Getting money I never expected...<br /><br />How Obama is just so damn cool...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8wN6LN8rB5IGcwNuDD1r0mnyaPfNnoRBN-9GBIb-KT9W0dGnvJM8LaZDr5Zqe4OwY3sC1AzlfkSeRsDeMYiwTy5njpfwYlv_yhxK8k9Uip_zwiwrX1BRQYTIkTh1qMWaM6tA_eHqc9o/s1600-h/obama_the_one.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8wN6LN8rB5IGcwNuDD1r0mnyaPfNnoRBN-9GBIb-KT9W0dGnvJM8LaZDr5Zqe4OwY3sC1AzlfkSeRsDeMYiwTy5njpfwYlv_yhxK8k9Uip_zwiwrX1BRQYTIkTh1qMWaM6tA_eHqc9o/s200/obama_the_one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251605536350369170" /></a><br /><br />Those few friends I have that really understand ME! They don't let me down and they are there exactly when I need them. Whether I called them or not...<br /><br />Catching up with old friends and feeling like time never passed...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPs20yjRuu9VCA0jYWVx9eOehG5RLUZG_73N7braj6qGbX8sz18mfT8je6dq1KHPVA5phqmmXXz3kAewGIXSOkiMxiQj50sfkMVf_vfdVshjotWDGl3cJm3pxtbQJKt2zyGjqnO5TKGWw/s1600-h/obamalookinggood.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPs20yjRuu9VCA0jYWVx9eOehG5RLUZG_73N7braj6qGbX8sz18mfT8je6dq1KHPVA5phqmmXXz3kAewGIXSOkiMxiQj50sfkMVf_vfdVshjotWDGl3cJm3pxtbQJKt2zyGjqnO5TKGWw/s320/obamalookinggood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251608387968829218" /></a><br />Snow Crab Legs...<br /><br />Accomplishment of a tough task...<br /><br />A cold nose and cuddle time with my doggie...<br /><br />A good movie with a happy ending...<br /><br />Seeing the light bulb go off when a student finally understands...<br /><br />Final car payments...<br /><br />Seeing a man truly appreciate the beauty of a woman. One that gives sincere compliments, not a gawk or a stare and most certainly not crass statements about a woman's body parts...<br /><br />A well put together melody... <br /><br />Southern Sweet Tea. Enough said...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1nnNz3WJX9OUoP_m5vTLI_gw5jjoXooy3xX75l1I8mFK28VwAZpJ89uE7kGzoFtMLgkyp6-4Mp_Dosooi64z5Jlib97p6ElBknBhRKlr829lluMJVEodN9Cad_3zmleOdWba8hlMCVA/s1600-h/SweetTea.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1nnNz3WJX9OUoP_m5vTLI_gw5jjoXooy3xX75l1I8mFK28VwAZpJ89uE7kGzoFtMLgkyp6-4Mp_Dosooi64z5Jlib97p6ElBknBhRKlr829lluMJVEodN9Cad_3zmleOdWba8hlMCVA/s200/SweetTea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602990832921282" /></a><br /><br />Curling up with a good book and no distractions for hours...<br /><br />My people...<br /><br />How my family just fits together like the patchwork quilts my grandma used to make...<br /><br />My list could go on and on, but I must get back to work! Take time today to reflect on those things that make you smile. Then, SMILE!<br /><br />Until next time... pay no attention to those pesky gas signs...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitW8mpTmbZOKs1kVgrQzfgD-WmnwcCZNghCngCpUg6f5auw6KBjc7GDCKcbjRlIq94F9jWjVceMBpUdcRFmXYNChozEsauhFKC44vae6USG0UJS8oicjLwg6qhe4c9uQqndeWNYM0r69E/s1600-h/toomuch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitW8mpTmbZOKs1kVgrQzfgD-WmnwcCZNghCngCpUg6f5auw6KBjc7GDCKcbjRlIq94F9jWjVceMBpUdcRFmXYNChozEsauhFKC44vae6USG0UJS8oicjLwg6qhe4c9uQqndeWNYM0r69E/s320/toomuch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251606445364602610" /></a><br />Oops! That was a pity party remark! Sarcasm is creeping back upon my shoulders...Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-91206914038044277712008-09-20T16:56:00.016-04:002008-09-20T17:25:39.407-04:00So Today I needed a laugh...My good people.<br />I've been between the paperwork.<br />Under the microscope.<br />Feel like the whole world's a stage.<br />Can't even reach the beloved mountaintop.<br />What is we gone do?<br /><br />A message to <strong>Y'all know who you are...</strong><br />I'm turning down the invitation to your pity parties.<br />Don't want to hear your crying.<br />Please, find someone else to gripe to.<br />I gotta do the same thing and still make it through my day.<br /><br />So...<br />today..<br />I...<br />LAUGH...<br />with...<br />or...<br />without...<br />YOU :-)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9M2pfqA2lgdXkM_dexKUzoAPEYZukrh-B0XMWTn6_HLiqTA__aFWEvzM6oFXS2754koJLz7ze2Fob55rGfX7gyEmJ2iB6i7sFKpF77P2b5bxF4ST9rnFtjHLPKhVpPDmW5sO8mOeW2E/s1600-h/catshark.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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I feel better now...<br />Until next time... I remain...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uN5R-ERBNe2Id7dwrEszqh1Z-gJCBUrh-_APi9itZovBssahiVqsBqd9b1giy4xbP1fBz5qt0REnA0LjhaDgzmjPYdcbZPs-ngKgSqdmSa5oXdnMQBTU139TuhtUU7oj1MpoxCW8gnI/s1600-h/simplydione+signature.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uN5R-ERBNe2Id7dwrEszqh1Z-gJCBUrh-_APi9itZovBssahiVqsBqd9b1giy4xbP1fBz5qt0REnA0LjhaDgzmjPYdcbZPs-ngKgSqdmSa5oXdnMQBTU139TuhtUU7oj1MpoxCW8gnI/s320/simplydione+signature.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248216084543086306" /></a>Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-40723720284910546152008-09-04T20:28:00.002-04:002008-09-04T20:35:24.087-04:00Kudos to Go Zack!I finally got around to visiting my favorite blogs today. Posts, including mine are buzzing about politics, politics, politics... What a mess we have here with folks name calling and finger pointing! I read fellow blogger Go Zack's <a href="http://gozack.blogspot.com/2008/09/bristols-got-baby.html">post</a> about the "dilemma" of Gov. Palin's daughter and I must say, I had a good chuckle about that one! Thanks Zack for the light moment!!Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223543604002158998.post-48255239607542091672008-09-03T23:29:00.003-04:002008-09-03T23:51:32.090-04:00The Republican National Convention was......the cheesiest low blow action I've seen in a long time. I viewed the Palin speech just now with a serious feeling of downright disgust. I've never seen so many <strong>wax faced country folks wearing big ole Texas J.R. Ewing hats in one place. </strong> They look dead I tell ya! Dead mannequins hanging out at the convention! The arrival of the hurricane on the 1st day should have been fair warning. The convention did not need to go on!! The one's that didn't look dead looked like the were starved for SOME kind of attention! Who the heck wears a button that says "Our state is voting for the <strong>HOT CHICK</strong>"?!?!? Don't get me wrong, I'M NOT ANGRY... I'm disappointed in how totally classless tonight's speeches were. This convention is on a whole different level and I don't mean on a higher pedestal than last week's DNC... In my humble opinion, the McCain-Palin ticket needs to work on trying to create a better America rather than collaborating to come up with put down after put down of Obama. CLASS-LESS! This came even after Obama defended Palin and told the media her 17 year old unmarried pregger daughter should be off limits for media discussion... The choices the GOP are making and the stance they are taking and the non-tasteful manners they are showing the rest of America does NOT endear their camp to me nor should it to anyone with half a brain. Even their venue is cheesy. What was up with those images of America they were showing in the background?? Two words :-) CHEE-SY!!!!! What y'all need to do is get some serious sex education over there in Alaska so PALIN's state wouldn't rank at almost the #1 state for sexually transmitted diseases! Low Blow that you Hockey Mom! <br /><br />Ok! I'm dog dead tired and have tons of work to do and should NOT be blogging right now but hey, I feel better now...Dionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10339125150944373956noreply@blogger.com4