<?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-6617305319532131864</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:30:00.560-05:00</updated><category term='wls'/><category term='weightloss surgery'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='black'/><category term='Obesity'/><category term='Hispanics'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Radio'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='african american'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Blacks'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='Planes'/><category term='life'/><category term='Bahamas'/><category term='8momths old'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Children'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Spoken Word'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='cnn black in america'/><category term='Myrtle Beach'/><category term='license'/><category term='Cruise'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='career'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Jamaica'/><category term='weight loss surgery'/><category term='CDC'/><category term='Atlantic City'/><category term='Open Mic'/><category term='Recipies'/><title type='text'>PhatGurlLove</title><subtitle type='html'>Just another gurl living and working while Phat and in Love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6176919241123845791</id><published>2009-10-05T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:59:24.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~WE'VE MOVED~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phatgurllove.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SsqH2AU3NrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ufmsUo_O_bg/s400/pgllogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389269265972410034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go to our new home! Come on followers...click the image and come on to the new home! I want to say thank you for sticking around and stalking...~ahem~ showing interest in what I have to say! There is more to come and to stay in the know...come on a go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6176919241123845791?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6176919241123845791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6176919241123845791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6176919241123845791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6176919241123845791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/10/weve-moved.html' title='~WE&apos;VE MOVED~'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SsqH2AU3NrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ufmsUo_O_bg/s72-c/pgllogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7689727992682873736</id><published>2009-09-29T08:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:31:06.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~We have got to do better~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-BslsrhJrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-BslsrhJrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;You know, in this day and time we should try to do more, do better, work to uplift and protect our young children. This is why mentors are needed, this is why teachers are needed, this is why YOU are needed to help PROTECT our children. This could've been one of your relatives. For those that turn your back and say "It doesn't affect me..." Take a good look at your child or young adult relative, be it male or female, even take a good look in the mirror. It does.....affect you! US! Need a mentor or help? Ask for it!~Phatgurllove~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7689727992682873736?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7689727992682873736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7689727992682873736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7689727992682873736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7689727992682873736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-got-to-do-better.html' title='~We have got to do better~'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2745237570104485004</id><published>2009-09-28T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:09:23.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~Being Fullfigured~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SsEJ1tAOylI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wE5nwZhntWs/s1600-h/triangleff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SsEJ1tAOylI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wE5nwZhntWs/s400/triangleff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386597447530105426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Site for you guys today! Go check out: Trianglefullfigured.com! Trianglefullfigure.com is designed to be a social site. Going to be doing some collaborations with Milton. Check him out on FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2745237570104485004?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2745237570104485004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2745237570104485004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2745237570104485004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2745237570104485004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-fullfigured.html' title='~Being Fullfigured~'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SsEJ1tAOylI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wE5nwZhntWs/s72-c/triangleff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-867373014401218959</id><published>2009-09-22T08:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:36:39.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~PHATGURLLOVE RADIO DEBUT~UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrjZjcQxShI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A7-Xlxb86vQ/s1600-h/radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrjZjcQxShI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A7-Xlxb86vQ/s400/radio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384292557426608658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say I had a helluva hard time on last Wednesday setting up Phatgurllove Radio. Technical Difficulties out tha wahzoo and I was so disappointed. So with that being said...~&lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/phatgurllove"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;~PHATGURLLOVE RADIO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ DEBUT ON WEDNESDAY 9/30/09! I will be on this time! I promise! I have so much I want to talk about and hopefully you will be there to listen or participate in the chat room and I will shout ya'll out on the air. The same thing still applies: &lt;span id=" profile_status="&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I will also provide you with great music and spoken word to keep you very well entertained. If want to recite your poetry or you just want to say hello, don't hesitate to call. The number is: (347) 855-8245! I look forward to hearing from you! Don't hesitate to send me an email also: Phatgurllove@gmail.com and let me know how you feel about the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-867373014401218959?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/867373014401218959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=867373014401218959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/867373014401218959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/867373014401218959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/phatgurllove-radio-debut_22.html' title='~PHATGURLLOVE RADIO DEBUT~UPDATE'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrjZjcQxShI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A7-Xlxb86vQ/s72-c/radio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-3446420711211858966</id><published>2009-09-18T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:26:41.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrOJwnUqXsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4BvpRiwKcPo/s1600-h/Thumb+in+mouth+baby+boy+rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrOJwnUqXsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4BvpRiwKcPo/s400/Thumb+in+mouth+baby+boy+rae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382797447920246466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It just doesn't matter anymore. This life I'm carrying. The man that helped me make this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want a relationship; even though I thought we were getting married. So that's why I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta dip down to the clinic, you know take the scenic- route so I won't think about having any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubts about what I'm gonna do. Mama gotta live too. Changing diapers and tying little shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ain't my thang. But that thang it's what’s got me going here in the first place. Thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that little face. Will he or she look like me or their raggedy ass daddy? Nope not gonna think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about it. I'm tired of being sick. Already throwing up, it's not even been 4 months yet. I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what my momma would say. She had me anyway and look how I turned out, don't want another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mouth- to feed taking care of others needs. I got just enough for me. No more talk about that, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't feel like getting fat I'm trying to maintain my figure. Doing all of this just for some “ninja.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for late night feedings, and rocking this child to sleep I'm not down for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either, every day of the week. But I do remember the times my mother held me and told me it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; would be ok, I would enjoy those hugs and kisses then go right back outside and play. Did I feel a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; flutter? I didn't feel nothing, that's just my imagination. I can't imagine making room for a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing station. I need time for myself Im still young. I won’t have time to have fun. Do I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a daughter or a son? I gotta go to work, gotta go to school. When am I gonna have time to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what I wanna do when I got you? Naw'll unh-uh it ain't gone be me walking around talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my baby daddy. I gotta get this done. I hate to go that route it will be my 3rd one. I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what to say I can't picture me walking around with a baby. Preventing me from dating and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; having a good time. Just to sit at home and listen to them whine. Not me...it just ain't gone work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Walking around here gotta miss work for dr's appointments and taking pre-natal vitamins. Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting hit on by so many fine men, because of the shape I’m in…naw'll uh-uh it ain't gone be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...I’m not pushing a stroller up the street. Worrying about loose teeth, making sure their little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hair and clothes are neat....maybe one day when I'm sure. I’ll be more mature and will be able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; endure the pain of labor and be more stable and in a better relationship with a better man-who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will do all they can for us and so that we'll have enough, so our life wont be as rough. I know I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to be tough. I just can't right now. I don't know how. I can't do it you see, I can't have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right now it just ain't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-3446420711211858966?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/3446420711211858966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=3446420711211858966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3446420711211858966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3446420711211858966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-necessary.html' title='Not Necessary'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrOJwnUqXsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4BvpRiwKcPo/s72-c/Thumb+in+mouth+baby+boy+rae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2829348289248878987</id><published>2009-09-16T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:05:33.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~PHATGURLLOVE RADIO DEBUT~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrFEaJuQj2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qJsYMHdD33E/s1600-h/7524449026_pink-boombox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrFEaJuQj2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qJsYMHdD33E/s400/7524449026_pink-boombox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382158245761683298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/phatgurllove"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;www.blogtalkradio.com/phatgurllove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Debut of Phatgurllove Radio Tonight @ 11pm. Tonight's topic: Who is Phatgurllove and who loves Phatgurls? I will also provide you with great music and spoken word to keep you very well entertained. If want to recite your poetry or you just want to say hello, don't hesitate to call. The number is: (347) 855-8245!  I  look forward to hearing from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2829348289248878987?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2829348289248878987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2829348289248878987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2829348289248878987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2829348289248878987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/phatgurllove-radio-debut.html' title='~PHATGURLLOVE RADIO DEBUT~'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrFEaJuQj2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qJsYMHdD33E/s72-c/7524449026_pink-boombox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7214385196895913972</id><published>2009-09-16T13:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:21:36.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Got Poetry? Win $500.00***UPDATE***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrEur9Nx4wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sQ-Usexh2sM/s1600-h/Poetry42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrEur9Nx4wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sQ-Usexh2sM/s400/Poetry42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382134362386064130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breathe to Think is giving away $500.00 to the choosen Poet. It's easy...sell 5 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;advance tickets @ $8 each....pay a non-refundable $10.00 registration &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fee....perform at each event scheduled (5). and at the end of the 5th &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;show...somebody will walk away with $500.00. Think about it...the cover charge is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; $10.00...nothing to lose and $$$ to gain! Complete the online registration form. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(located in BTT blogs) Email form to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/breathetothink@aol.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;breathetothink@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Don't forget to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;request a time to pick up your tickets and turn in required fees and pick up your &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tickets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7214385196895913972?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7214385196895913972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7214385196895913972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7214385196895913972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7214385196895913972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-poetry-win-50000.html' title='Got Poetry? Win $500.00***UPDATE***'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SrEur9Nx4wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sQ-Usexh2sM/s72-c/Poetry42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7087324254447443729</id><published>2009-09-14T23:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:31:36.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been waiting for.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sq8XQ1oA4II/AAAAAAAAAYs/hY0zpzv1BKk/s1600-h/microphone+on+stage+pink+curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sq8XQ1oA4II/AAAAAAAAAYs/hY0zpzv1BKk/s400/microphone+on+stage+pink+curtains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381545657771286658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya'll will never believe who the new host is of &lt;a href="http://breathetothink.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;BREATHE TO THINK IS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It is me Phatgurllove, I, Moi!! I am so excited about it. I was offered the position and I graciously accepted it. I am ready for this. I feel like I am a great fit for this. This is a dream realized for me. I will be the Featured Artist on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;September 24th&lt;/span&gt; and I will also be co-hosting along side Black Diamond. (Another Artist) I am so thankful for all of these blessings that are just falling from the sky. It looks like I need to send some praises up real quick. I received my 3rd draft for my logo and I must say that it is awesome! I can't wait for you guys to see it. I plan on revealing it really soon. The first hosting event will occur on October 1st in our new location. It's a poetry contest going on to sign up and register please view the sign up form, complete it and email it back to me. The form is located &lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/OWdCL8Tsx9PgsE*3kXhdo-AhlxZSfqiGjESRNtAZmw-CNAQ6Qk6v0YMqA1YdwLYejrXGgxSisXFi8R4Fjp0*M30eo02z2F-f/Reg.FormOct1.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My email address is &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/phatgurllove@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;phatgurllove@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The Phatgurllove Radio Show will air Wednesday night at 11pm. I will post the call in numbers soon and hopefully you'll tune in to listen. I would like to say, you can achieve your goals, no matter how long it takes. Just make sure you make time for you and what you strive to do because life is too short and there really  is a such thing as second chances, and thirds, and fourths...etc. I love you guys. ( Like Jesus...lol) So continue to stop by and leave comments if their are any or just say hello. I will provide more details on tomorrow about the poetry contest. To all of my new subscribers THANK YOU. To those that have decided to follow me...continue to come along for the ride. I can use the company. Wanna win $500?? Enter the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7087324254447443729?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7087324254447443729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7087324254447443729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7087324254447443729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7087324254447443729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-to-do.html' title='What I&apos;ve been waiting for.......'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sq8XQ1oA4II/AAAAAAAAAYs/hY0zpzv1BKk/s72-c/microphone+on+stage+pink+curtains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-5540344146103660494</id><published>2009-09-11T23:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:38:41.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoken Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hispanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Mic'/><title type='text'>~On The Air~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqseUwyhDQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EKxMYx0ncI8/s1600-h/phatgurl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqseUwyhDQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EKxMYx0ncI8/s400/phatgurl5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427521867189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phatgurllove Radio is coming soon! We will talk about all issues related to being Obese and Overweight. I will speak to &lt;a href="http://stylevanguard.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/monique-radio-show-cancelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;BBW's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tvgasm.com/newsgasm/Ruben%20Studdard%20Married.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;BHM's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We will discuss their experiences and how it has shaped their life. Dating, children, employment, and socialization are all affected when overweight. I will be playing the best of Old School, R&amp;amp;B, Hip-Hop, and Neo-soul radio. I am so excited about this. This has been a long time coming! There will also be an open mic session on a weeknight. (TBD) There will also be a Poem of the day related to the show topic. Sometimes there will be a co-host! I look forward to hearing from you. Please be ready to call in and share or chat with us! Below is some information that I found quite disturbing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obesity by Race and Ethnicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New Obesity Data Shows Blacks Have the Highest Rates of Obesity&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blacks had 51 percent higher prevalence of obesity, and Hispanics had 21 percent higher obesity prevalence compared with whites. (2006-2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Greater prevalences of obesity for blacks and whites were found in the South and Midwest than in the West and Northeast. Hispanics in the Northeast had lower obesity prevalence than Hispanics in the Midwest, South or West.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Retrieved from &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/obesity/data/trends.html#Race"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We need to do something and fast! We have a generation of children out there that need us and we must set an example for them by being able to be healthy and eat right so we can grow old with our children. Lead by example!  Want to get started early? Go here and view some nice simple and HEALTHY recipes. If you know of any other sites, please leave them in the comment section and I will be sure to provide you with my review of the site and give them a shout out when on the air! Thanks to any new subscribers and thank you to the ones that have been hanging on! Your walk with me is greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;th scope="col" colspan="8"&gt;2008 State Obesity Rates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;th scope="col" align="left"&gt;State&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col"&gt;%&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col" align="left"&gt; State&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col"&gt;%&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col" align="left"&gt; State&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col"&gt;%&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col" align="left"&gt; State&lt;/th&gt;         &lt;th scope="col"&gt;%&lt;/th&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Alabama&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;31.4&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Illinois&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.4&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Montana&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;23.9&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Rhode Island&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;21.5&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Alaska&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.1&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Indiana&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.3&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Nebraska&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.6&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;South Carolina&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;30.1&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Arizona&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.8&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Iowa&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Nevada&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;South Dakota&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.5&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.7&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Kansas&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.4&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;New Hampshire&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;30.6&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;California&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;23.7&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Kentucky&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;29.8&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;22.9&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Texas&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.3&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Colorado&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;18.5&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.3&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.2&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Utah&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;22.5&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Connecticut&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;21.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Maine&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.2&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;New York&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.4&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Vermont&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;22.7&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Delaware&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Maryland&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;26.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;29.0&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Virginia&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.0&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;21.8&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;20.9&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;North Dakota&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.1&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Washington&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.4&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Florida&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.4&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Michigan&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.9&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Ohio&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.7&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;West Virginia&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;31.2&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Georgia&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.3&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.3&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;30.3&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;25.4&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;22.6&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;32.8&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Oregon&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.2&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Wyoming&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.6&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Idaho&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;24.5&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Missouri&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;28.5&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;27.7&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#ff0099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-5540344146103660494?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/5540344146103660494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=5540344146103660494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5540344146103660494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5540344146103660494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-air.html' title='~On The Air~'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqseUwyhDQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EKxMYx0ncI8/s72-c/phatgurl5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7880859037204331963</id><published>2009-09-10T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:11:53.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's falling into place........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqnNRnEjKaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TFv2ZQlovXs/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqnNRnEjKaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TFv2ZQlovXs/s400/success.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380056932300302754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya'll just don't know how &lt;a href="http://www.fwcthatchurch.org/praise-worship/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am! I have had some great news today. Remember when I was telling you about how I wanted to be a motivational speaker to children/young adults??? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnrWsNVufho/Rr7HYzdr7WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/duzdQ6uANm4/s320/refi_clock_ticking.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;~Waiting...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, that &lt;a href="http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/adding-to-my-repertoire.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I spoke to a Counselor tonight that works for the YMCA and he informed me that he is always looking for someone to speak to his kids. (~insert inside scream here!) He asked me what I wanted to talk about. I informed him that I would talk to them about College prep, being that they are teens and in College Prep right now. I told him I would also talk to them about how to relieve stress..via creative writing. Also informing them to beware of stereotypes and being stereotypical.  He told me that it sounded great and he would love to set up an appointment with me to set up a time and date! Assignment# One! Priceless! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugZhc3LqBCo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;~Keying up shouting music~&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is that I am being featured!!! I have been chosen by the Breathe to Think Owner about being a featured Poetess on September 24th! Check out the profile &lt;a href="http://breathetothink.ning.com/notes/Breathe_to_Think_welcomes_Poetess_Phatgurllove"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! It's all coming together! I just want to say thank you for all of your continuous support! Thank you to my new subscribers for following me, again your presence is welcome! Check out my website at: &lt;a href="http://phatgurllove.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Phatgurllove.webs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and sign the guestbook! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7880859037204331963?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7880859037204331963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7880859037204331963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7880859037204331963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7880859037204331963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-falling-into-place.html' title='It&apos;s falling into place........'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqnNRnEjKaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TFv2ZQlovXs/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8572442398033178819</id><published>2009-09-09T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:39:41.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming Obstacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sqf5AudEWPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K5vH9IJzMHo/s1600-h/obstacles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sqf5AudEWPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K5vH9IJzMHo/s400/obstacles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379542070782613746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are alot of people that actually want to see you fail. They take pride in things not going your way.  These people are known as &lt;a href="http://c.universalscraps.com/files/en/haters/hater_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They are always negative whether it be direct or indirect. What you  must remember is that these people have existed forever. Be careful who you choose to associate yourself with. Everyone isn't always your friend. These types of individuals can drain you emotionally and that can affect you physically. Take it from me, I know. As you move forward in your transition whether it be weight loss, a new career choice, or even a new &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p39Trjz5E-o/SXWCRqCXXRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6bGiUfKlPeA/s400/Short+choppy+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;hairdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, someone is going to talk about it and you. You must stay grounded and remain true to yourself. You are responsible for your success not anyone else. The choices you choose to make are your own and no one else has to live with your decisions but you. With that being said. I am still writing and I have a lot going on with PGL Productions. (Ya like that huh?) I am making myself an open vessel. I am open for all ideas and suggestions. Anything you don't like? Feel free to comment and I will let you know my honest &lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/umma_do_me_tshirt-p235228794988892969tdq8_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I in turn will tell you what I think about &lt;a href="http://www.careervanity.com/images/job-thank-you-note-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8572442398033178819?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8572442398033178819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8572442398033178819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8572442398033178819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8572442398033178819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/overcoming-obstacles.html' title='Overcoming Obstacles'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sqf5AudEWPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K5vH9IJzMHo/s72-c/obstacles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7494210562002947847</id><published>2009-09-08T08:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:00:33.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqZQfioOYII/AAAAAAAAAX8/dZxbLqKOMdA/s1600-h/sound_wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqZQfioOYII/AAAAAAAAAX8/dZxbLqKOMdA/s400/sound_wave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379075307742322818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That tickles. What? That sound. Your voice beats against my eardrum softly as you whisper in my ear. Causing a melody in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard your voice, I wondered of course if you were the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the strength and confidence in your voice caused the inflection in my voice to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from where are you from to where I wanna be, when you spoke those soft, sensual words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing my earlobe with your tongue, girls just wanna have fun. I hear what you're saying, you're talking about laying up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph we'll see, you were sounding intelligent at first using those big words to beat softly against my eardrum...but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered...you ain't getting none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Published on: &lt;a href="http://blackwomanlost.blogspot.com/2009/02/naturally-alises-blog-poetry-slam-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blackwomanlost.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7494210562002947847?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7494210562002947847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7494210562002947847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7494210562002947847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7494210562002947847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/sound.html' title='Sound'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqZQfioOYII/AAAAAAAAAX8/dZxbLqKOMdA/s72-c/sound_wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7867524152584358955</id><published>2009-09-07T19:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:38:08.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phatgurllove's Poem of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgQLEfSi9ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgQLEfSi9ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6617305319532131864-7867524152584358955?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7867524152584358955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7867524152584358955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7867524152584358955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7867524152584358955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/phatgurlloves-poem-of-day.html' title='Phatgurllove&apos;s Poem of the Day'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6670732153836943164</id><published>2009-09-06T22:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:33:10.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming fear and anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqR-rY9Xe6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ExYNhU1FgCM/s1600-h/fear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqR-rY9Xe6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ExYNhU1FgCM/s200/fear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563138886532002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I have been sitting around here and peeping into others blogospheres seeing what's going on in everyone else's life. I have hit the place where fear and anxiety are starting to dance around in my little Ole head. "What if I never get to do another Spoken Word Performance?" "What if I really don't make it?" "What if I never succeed in what I'm trying to do?" In times like this, I used to run for food and stuff myself silly so that I would feel "better" about whatever it was that is bothering me. Now that is not an option, so I must consider what it is that I am afraid of. Let's say it together and loud so that everyone can hear you boys and girls.."F-A-I-L-U-R-E." That's right failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must see this through. This is something that must take place and it's also something that I've been wanting to do for a long time. I have been working on about 5 pieces at once to add to the book and to perform. The only issue that I have been experiencing now is going to another event to perform. They are not on my schedule, which has also made me realize that there may be a need for a Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night Spoken Word Gathering that will allow you to release all weekend and be ready to start all over again on Monday. Phatgurllove Productions Inc, Phat Cipher, Phatgurllove Jones....hmmm I think I might like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed up for a Blog talk Radio station. Im trying to figure out what I want to do with it. I know, but I want to have all my ducks in a row first. I want to incorporate Neo-soul, R&amp;amp;B, and Ol Skool with some Spoken word in between from a few local artist and some that call in. That's about it. No hot topics or current events, this would be strictly music and words...vice-versa. But back to my main concern.....I have struggled so long to be accepted at times it still follows me. I accept myself and that's all that matters. The words that I write and speak come from the heart and that's all that matters. If you can relate to me then we both share a common bond through these words. If you have never been there, then take a minute to back track and catch up to where I have arrived to thus far. I am going to accomplish my goals. I am not going to fight myself for this battle. So far, I've already won.     ~Phatgurllove~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqR8r3CIqLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l3iLBHg-Yho/s1600-h/boxing+gloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqR8r3CIqLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l3iLBHg-Yho/s320/boxing+gloves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378560947936340146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6670732153836943164?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6670732153836943164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6670732153836943164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6670732153836943164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6670732153836943164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/overcoming-fear-and-anxiety.html' title='Overcoming fear and anxiety'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SqR-rY9Xe6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ExYNhU1FgCM/s72-c/fear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-3097524617772149863</id><published>2009-09-03T09:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:04:52.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I had to incorporate the Ph..it wouldn't be Phatabulous without it! I am being featured ya'll! My first time being fe..I mean..pheatured!~smile~ &lt;a href="www.udouclothing.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099;"&gt;Ms. Yvette Noel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, founder of  UdoU clothing line is going to "feature" one of my works on her blog. I am so glad that she found my work to be inspiring! Checkout her line it's HAWT!&lt;a href="http://www.udouclothing.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;www.udouclothing.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't know each other but I was drawn to your words. I am now in the process of working on my blog and I wanted to know if I could feature one of your written works on my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Phatabulous is that!? I just want to say thank you to all of my subscribers, followers, stalkers or whatever your self proclaimed title is~lol Thank you for taking the time to read my work! You are appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-3097524617772149863?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/3097524617772149863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=3097524617772149863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3097524617772149863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3097524617772149863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-i-had-to-incorporate-ph.html' title='&lt;img border=0 alt=&quot;free glitter text and family website at FamilyLobby.com&quot; src=&quot;http://www.familylobby.com/common/tt4094089fltt.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-1862235489244460833</id><published>2009-09-01T14:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:37:54.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RHYME &amp; REASON Spoken Word Poetry Documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqovPXRK2sQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqovPXRK2sQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/6617305319532131864-1862235489244460833?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/1862235489244460833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=1862235489244460833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1862235489244460833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1862235489244460833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/09/rhyme-reason-spoken-word-poetry.html' title='RHYME &amp; REASON Spoken Word Poetry Documentary'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-3248907909578707999</id><published>2009-08-31T08:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:04:54.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night~Metro Cafe and Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:40px;line-height:60px;font-family:impact;background-size:100%;padding-top:0.05em;padding-left:0.05em;padding-right:0.05em;padding-bottom:0.05em;word-wrap:break-word;letter-spacing:8px;background-color:blue"&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFF00"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CC99FF"&gt;P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF33CC"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3366"&gt;K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF33"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF99"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#FF9933"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFFCC"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF99FF"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFFCC"&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://noolmusic.com/myspace_graphics/spoken_word/spoken_word_-_pics_images.php" target="_blank"&gt;Generated From Noolmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still high from Saturday night! It felt so good to be around like-minded individuals. I performed my two poems. One entitled &lt;Font Color="#ff0099"&gt;"The Intruder"&lt;/font&gt; and the other entitled &lt;Font Color="#ff0099"&gt;"Sometimes" &lt;/font&gt; The audience response and feedback was amazing. The energy was so unreal! I can't even begin to describe how it felt to share my work! I am so excited at the possibilities. I provided sample Cd's to some individuals that contained 5 of my poems, including the two that were performed. I would like for it to be more professional and add some effects to it. But it was recorded in raw form. I also passed out some cards that I made until mine are ready, informing others that I am a Motivational Speaker, Author and a Spoken Word Artist. I need to do a press release. But all in all I am so ready for the next event. I need to get more exposure. The others that performed on Saturday night were simply phenomenal! &lt;a href=" http://www.wix.com/tamikanicole/Poetess-Tamika-Nicole"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Tamika Nicole&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Performed...she was awesome! I will add more information on the other artist and I will also post pics from the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-3248907909578707999?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/3248907909578707999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=3248907909578707999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3248907909578707999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3248907909578707999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-nightmetro-cafe-and-lounge.html' title='Saturday Night~Metro Cafe and Lounge'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-1714119523806862338</id><published>2009-08-27T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:16:55.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Reading Help Kids Lose Weight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I saw this article and I immediately wanted to share it. I read alot as a child. Not sure if I ever lost any weight from it. I wonder if it will work now?? (lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1847340,00.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Can Reading Help Kids Lose Weight?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-1714119523806862338?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1847340,00.html' title='Can Reading Help Kids Lose Weight?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/1714119523806862338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=1714119523806862338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1714119523806862338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1714119523806862338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-reading-help-kids-lose-weight.html' title='Can Reading Help Kids Lose Weight?'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6168320489073627434</id><published>2009-08-25T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:50:48.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpP6ProeL3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/4KLfcI3w68U/s1600-h/black-couple-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpP6ProeL3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/4KLfcI3w68U/s400/black-couple-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373913927700590450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking from a deep sleep feeling deprived not from the lack of sleep but from you. Your voice penetrating my thoughts as I remember why I loved you from the jump. Not realizing that I would now be reminiscing on what we had in the beginning and how now I want to relive that moment again. From the time we said hello, to the first time we held hands, to the first kiss. I want that now and again. A mutual agreement between us that was only seen by God and a multitude of individuals who not only believed in the blessed union, but they believed in us. What happened? Did we stop believing in each other, did we become entangled in finances, too engaged with our child, too focused on work, and not enough time to spend with each other? Loving and being loved. What happened? Falling in and out of love....just out....Coldness on the left side of the bed where you slept...my heart cried thinking of how I needed you to be with me...in me...just around me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the same thing he doesn't know it...our minds intertwined as one...the way it should be forever joined. Not because we have a son, because we were meant to be...even apart we share one heart... our own, meant to be in one home....feeling alone...needing, craving, remembering. Was it that bad enough to leave? Tears on my sleeve... the right side of my bed cold, where he used to snore, where we made love galore...love don't live here anymore or does it? Wasn't it I that said I don't need it? Wasn't him that said forget it? I can't I remember, in December I saw you with another lover, not your mother, cousin, sister or friend. Some chick named Lynn. Unfaithful, debatable but true...You used me and I used you. I miss you now, my heart still in sync with yours. I'm on my way over we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up picking up my keys after praying, having that mental release, I pray for an answer. Opening the door there she stood....I prayed and God made it good. We were both misunderstood, we talked for hours about where we should be and how it was not her but me and how I was relieved to see her hear and I was glad to have her near and that I missed her. She leaned into me and said she missed me too, we even had time to send our son off to school so that we can be alone in our home to become one something we shoulda done before. We made love galore and we were restored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6168320489073627434?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6168320489073627434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6168320489073627434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6168320489073627434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6168320489073627434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/renewal.html' title='The Renewal'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpP6ProeL3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/4KLfcI3w68U/s72-c/black-couple-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4019337662853046501</id><published>2009-08-24T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:56:15.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to my repertoire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpNg1AkuL0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/61KqUYJAkiA/s1600-h/Annimation_woman_giving_speech_large_clear_back_169w_169h.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpNg1AkuL0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/61KqUYJAkiA/s400/Annimation_woman_giving_speech_large_clear_back_169w_169h.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373745244186488642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational speaker maybe......hmmmmm??!! Something that has been on my mind for the last two days. It must be a part of the bigger picture. I am jotting down notes. Watch out now ya'll...Phatgurllove is expanding her skills and ready for anything! I've always wanted to mentor young kids. I believe with every fiber of my being that what I am working on right now, has something to do with that. I believe it will all work together. Also thinking about documentaries. It's so much brainstorming going on right now and I am so excited about it. This is a dream realized, everything that is happening right now and I am enjoying every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4019337662853046501?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4019337662853046501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4019337662853046501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4019337662853046501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4019337662853046501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/adding-to-my-repertoire.html' title='Adding to my repertoire....'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpNg1AkuL0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/61KqUYJAkiA/s72-c/Annimation_woman_giving_speech_large_clear_back_169w_169h.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7964807868660774703</id><published>2009-08-23T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:59:20.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpIB8zzuneI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oek3jBrCd0A/s1600-h/bbw_poised_greatness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpIB8zzuneI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oek3jBrCd0A/s400/bbw_poised_greatness.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373359449617374690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this road to somewhere, where to I don't know. I must go. I can't stop moving. The changes within me are pushing me forward. Onward...continuously. This transition, changing moving with the time allotted for me to accomplish what I must complete in this time frame, this lifetime. I feel so free to be me while moving effortlessly through it. Through the pain, through the heartache, through the loss of loved ones, through the hard times, through the good times, through the weight gain, through weightloss and on to the breakthrough. Movement, transition, journey. A metamorphosis, transforming and adapting to myself. Realizing I gotta push through past the particles of my old life and be rebirthed into my new life. A new me, a happier me. Someone that has been transformed by taking the road less traveled and following my soul along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7964807868660774703?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7964807868660774703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7964807868660774703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7964807868660774703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7964807868660774703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/transition.html' title='The Transition'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpIB8zzuneI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oek3jBrCd0A/s72-c/bbw_poised_greatness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4214879415026948604</id><published>2009-08-22T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:00:51.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpC-zz9jCKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U2nUO30pYgI/s1600-h/000020_1_ballet-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpC-zz9jCKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U2nUO30pYgI/s400/000020_1_ballet-black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373004152783964322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the anniversary party of a friend of mine that I worked with at another company. It was her and her husbands 25th Anniversary. I was so happy for them. I'd remembered all of the conversations we had about her husband and how she was hoping for him to pass a certification test so that he could get into the career field of his choice. I watched them today. You can tell that 25 years grew on them and that they grew with it. I watched her family and how they all interacted with each other and I secretly hoped that I and Phatman's marriage will last that long. We've only been married for a short time, but I hope that things get to the place where we can like that. Just like a graceful ballet. He lifts me as I jump high and I rub his face and encourage and sing his praises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4214879415026948604?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4214879415026948604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4214879415026948604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4214879415026948604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4214879415026948604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-love.html' title='Saturday Love'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SpC-zz9jCKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U2nUO30pYgI/s72-c/000020_1_ballet-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4541886707704881985</id><published>2009-08-20T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:27:37.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The curves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/So2xqqygWSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qtWgy4TcM8/s1600-h/BACKSIDEBETTY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/So2xqqygWSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qtWgy4TcM8/s400/BACKSIDEBETTY.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372145277121616162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taking the time to unwind as you hug my curves with&lt;br /&gt;every word from your sugar coated lips, caressing my&lt;br /&gt;                                     hips with your verbs massaging my mind with your&lt;br /&gt;analytical, lyrical verses. Harmonic, melody, a&lt;br /&gt;                       symphony in my ears a drumbeat in my heart, a deep&lt;br /&gt;                       breath a contented sigh. A hand squeeze in the lower&lt;br /&gt;                                part of my back, only to slide down and touch my&lt;br /&gt;                               thickness. A sly smile touches his full lips and I&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             knowingly sense that he is wanting to dip in my pool&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               of knowledge. Turning to face him, I let him pull my&lt;br /&gt;                       thoughts into his run on's and adding my commas&lt;br /&gt;       turning them into a complete sentence. No fragments&lt;br /&gt;                               here, just soliloquies and vibrations of words dancing&lt;br /&gt;off of the tip of my tongue into his ear, no sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;                            here. No tears, just words, unheard while my mans&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   verbs hug my curves.....words, spoken softy while&lt;br /&gt;                  driving slowly up the road of vowels and sounds,&lt;br /&gt;                broken English and slang, that southern twang, sweet as&lt;br /&gt;                         iced tea. My curve-hugging vowel speaking love is&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           touching my soul with his words, unheard of by many,&lt;br /&gt;                      just for me...and his hands are still trying to find the&lt;br /&gt;                        beat of my curves meticulously, he knows the way all&lt;br /&gt;he has to do is say the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4541886707704881985?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4541886707704881985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4541886707704881985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4541886707704881985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4541886707704881985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/curves.html' title='The curves'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/So2xqqygWSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qtWgy4TcM8/s72-c/BACKSIDEBETTY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6784028162089961705</id><published>2009-08-19T12:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:55:53.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervousness........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SowtgixYRcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nHmbuUtCZQ4/s1600-h/nervous+speaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SowtgixYRcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nHmbuUtCZQ4/s400/nervous+speaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718492659140034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, since I shared that I will be &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html"&gt;performing&lt;/a&gt; I have been a nervous wreck. I have been working on memorizing my poems so that I can recite them. I mean how good would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt; look with a piece of paper or a book?? That's not a good look, maybe later but I know for my first time I want to have the audience focus on what I'm saying and not what I'm reading, notice the difference? Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MHO&lt;/span&gt;. I want to be known for knowing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;..ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;digg&lt;/span&gt;?? I am super excited about it in spite of feeling a case of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Zs8qyVyZE/SaWzKK5GOyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PwNOSCrsZzE/s400/diarrhea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BG's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coming on any minute! I am also working on developing myself as a Spoken Word Artist and Author. I have been putting my book together and editing. That has been fun so far. It's amazing looking back over my work at where I was mentally compared to where I am in my life now. You know what that means people? GROWTH! Yeah a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt; done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;growed&lt;/span&gt; up! ~smile~ However, I'm still learning more and more. It's a process and an adventure...~snicker~ I had to throw that in there. So what's going out there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cyberland&lt;/span&gt;? Anyone..hello....lo-lo-lo...is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; on?? Well in any case, I'm here and I'm ready. Let's do what you're supposed to do. It's my calling and I'm answering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Phatgurllove&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6784028162089961705?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6784028162089961705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6784028162089961705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6784028162089961705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6784028162089961705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/nervousness.html' title='Nervousness........'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SowtgixYRcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nHmbuUtCZQ4/s72-c/nervous+speaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4121333942628856163</id><published>2009-08-11T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:30:02.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SoIazuCRJwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tUQHXF0FEsE/s1600-h/mic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SoIazuCRJwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tUQHXF0FEsE/s320/mic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883181612246786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll I am finally doing it! I am going to do my first Spoken Word event! I am so excited about it! It will be on  August the 29th in Raleigh NC. I am working on memorizing my pieces. Just because I wrote them, doesn't mean I have them committed to memory. That is something I'm working on. I know which two pieces I am doing, but I'm not telling a soul...yep..not even you! ~smile~ In regards to my weightloss, I am down to 242.2 and in a size 16/18. Yep from a 24. This has not been an easy ride to say the least. I will be 11 weeks out tomorrow.  Yep, almost 3 months! Boy that has went by fast. I am still eating 3-4oz per meal and working out. Speaking of working out, I purchased two brand new workout DVDs. I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.ladyofessence.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Diva Get your Body Tight, by Lady of Essence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I worked out to it for the first time last night and I LOVED IT! It is definitely not your traditional workout DVD. You have fun and enjoy what you're doing. When I arrived home today, my other packaged had arrived from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flirtygirlfitness.com/"&gt;Flirty Girl Fitness&lt;/a&gt;, yes, the one with the stripper pole. ~A Phatgurl gotsta stay sexxi~ I can't wait to try their DVD either. I will keep you guys updated. But I will be posting more poetry here for your reading pleasure while still keeping you informed of what's going on in Phatgurl's World. Remember Eat to live and not Live to Eat.  That's my new mantra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4121333942628856163?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4121333942628856163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4121333942628856163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4121333942628856163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4121333942628856163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally........'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SoIazuCRJwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tUQHXF0FEsE/s72-c/mic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2552782408076124527</id><published>2009-06-28T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:13:09.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've dreamed that.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkeknVstVYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3tl9EThBWAo/s1600-h/myfuturebike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkeknVstVYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3tl9EThBWAo/s400/myfuturebike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352427677899642242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing some red and black motorcycle gear. I've been saying I wanna learn how to ride a motorcycle for about 2 or 3 years now. I'm scared but I really wanna learn. One of my co-workers signed up for her motorcycle class the other day and I was like...dangit I wanna do it! She said it's only $110 in Johnston county and in Durham they are $165. I talked to Phatman about it and he says I can take the class. ~stunned into disbelief....~ But I do plan on learning and taking that class. I can see me looking really cute and loving the wind under me....~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2552782408076124527?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2552782408076124527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2552782408076124527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2552782408076124527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2552782408076124527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-dreamed-that.html' title='I&apos;ve dreamed that.....'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkeknVstVYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3tl9EThBWAo/s72-c/myfuturebike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4615393542091550981</id><published>2009-06-26T08:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:53:47.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson-RIP 1958-June 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEWX7jYgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cxIg0k1wBg/s1600-h/mj6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEWX7jYgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cxIg0k1wBg/s400/mj6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618145882956290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEObL5WnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cofQJoDTB3Q/s1600-h/mj5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEObL5WnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cofQJoDTB3Q/s400/mj5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618009317857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTELAC5IVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/A3UR8f9mgH4/s1600-h/mj4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTELAC5IVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/A3UR8f9mgH4/s400/mj4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617950492729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEHW1aboI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TRjK9xkv0xU/s1600-h/mj3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEHW1aboI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TRjK9xkv0xU/s400/mj3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617887890730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEClvc4jI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z_ThgIIO4cE/s1600-h/mj2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEClvc4jI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z_ThgIIO4cE/s400/mj2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617805992911410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTD7EyJl8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ThPaG2ZP-V4/s1600-h/MJ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTD7EyJl8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ThPaG2ZP-V4/s400/MJ.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617676886775746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!! I am still in shock. when I heard the news yesterday, I was like somebody is playing with me. I walked into my son's daycare and demanded that they turn the news on to CNN immediately. They tip toed around it for so long, I just said..he must be. I became sad like I had lost yet another member of my family. I just want to say tell your loved ones that you love them as often as possible. You never know when they may be next to leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4615393542091550981?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4615393542091550981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4615393542091550981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4615393542091550981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4615393542091550981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-rip-1958-june-25-2009.html' title='Michael Jackson-RIP 1958-June 25, 2009'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SkTEWX7jYgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cxIg0k1wBg/s72-c/mj6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-967356972745879791</id><published>2009-05-10T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:54:31.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I spoke with ya'll, my mom passed away on April 26th @ 5:05am in the morning. We all were in the room with her when she took her last breath. As you all know today is Mother's Day. My First one without her. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-967356972745879791?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/967356972745879791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=967356972745879791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/967356972745879791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/967356972745879791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-920421579783986205</id><published>2009-02-24T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:22:29.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SaRVbxzTwaI/AAAAAAAAATc/KUNO8XOhB20/s1600-h/0326_thank_you_jesus_christian_clipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SaRVbxzTwaI/AAAAAAAAATc/KUNO8XOhB20/s400/0326_thank_you_jesus_christian_clipart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460196662657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom is breathing on her own and off the ventilator! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; just don't know what those words did to me. I almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;collapse&lt;/span&gt;d with grief. Yes, grief...see I've been holding it in all this time. I'm at work and unable to release with all of the pale people running up to me for attention..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; Phat..what wrong...???" I don't have time for that. I will wait until I'm home! But God is good and thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; for the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-920421579783986205?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/920421579783986205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=920421579783986205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/920421579783986205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/920421579783986205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank you Jesus!'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SaRVbxzTwaI/AAAAAAAAATc/KUNO8XOhB20/s72-c/0326_thank_you_jesus_christian_clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-9163257375688768710</id><published>2009-02-10T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:33:19.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamaica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myrtle Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahamas'/><title type='text'>I wanna go to Jamaica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SZGsJcFbGCI/AAAAAAAAATU/t7Z3ePsEhFA/s1600-h/jamaica855lda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SZGsJcFbGCI/AAAAAAAAATU/t7Z3ePsEhFA/s400/jamaica855lda1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301207514549524514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to go forever! My Phathubby..bless his heart. He has never been anywhere. I mean you can jump on 95 North or South and go just about anywhere, but you need to get on a plane or a boat to go here. I wanna go! ~she cried in childlike anguish~ LOL Trying to find a good deal to maybe go next year. Who knows...maybe by the end of this year! I'm hoping I can convince the Phatman to take the time out to research it for me. Do something new. I'm tired of going to the same places. Of course our hometown...I know right?! Which is about 10 minutes away. South Carolina, VA and that's about it. Can I at least go to NY or CA? I would even take one of those bus trips to Atlantic City being that I've never been. I feel like my new Phriend, Madame...my weight does play a factor in us traveling sometimes. I'm scared to fly even though I have been overseas to France and I have traveled since 9-11 on a plane. I haven't flown since 2002. As soon as I make my mind up to fly, another plane crashes. I dunno...hopefully by the end of the year we can go somewhere besides Myrtle Beach....lol. We're supposed to go to the Bahamas in October. On a cruise. I hope we do. I've always wanted to go there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-9163257375688768710?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/9163257375688768710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=9163257375688768710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/9163257375688768710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/9163257375688768710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-go-to-jamaica.html' title='I wanna go to Jamaica!'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SZGsJcFbGCI/AAAAAAAAATU/t7Z3ePsEhFA/s72-c/jamaica855lda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2607644220921648332</id><published>2009-02-07T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:50:09.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Lawd keep my momma hurre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SY3JrXVCHQI/AAAAAAAAASs/5Y7g3-6bJFI/s1600-h/mommydaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SY3JrXVCHQI/AAAAAAAAASs/5Y7g3-6bJFI/s320/mommydaddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300114083318734082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a rough coupla days ya'll. They were saying Phatgramma was not gonna make it. I tell ya'll I have been praying so much....I know I'm on somebodies channel 2 in the morning screamin.."Not now Lawd but Right Nan..." lol I tell ya. We have all been stressed. It has been something watching someone that is normally full of life be in a state of unresponsiveness. I will be so glad when she comes out of this. She is a strong woman. I know that she can do it. I haven't had any decent sleep in days. It's hard to sleep when you're having nightmares. Crazy dreams! Just keep my Phatmomma in prayer. How have you guys been doing? I hope all is well in Blogland for you. I am sitting here in the bed on a beautiful Saturday, not wanting to move at all! ~SIGH~ I will more than likely be going out later on this evening. I really don't want to, but I gotta do what I gotta do. Phatman needs to get some license. I tell ya. That would be good lovin for me. LOL Well, I will ttyl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phatgurllove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2607644220921648332?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2607644220921648332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2607644220921648332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2607644220921648332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2607644220921648332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/02/lawd-keep-my-momma-hurre.html' title='Lawd keep my momma hurre!'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SY3JrXVCHQI/AAAAAAAAASs/5Y7g3-6bJFI/s72-c/mommydaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7872836204522838790</id><published>2009-02-03T07:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:17:07.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8momths old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Hey Ya'll</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been MIA for a minute. It's hard to get this blog updated when there is so much going on around me. Mom having surgery, being diagnosed with Cancer. First African American President (Queue the A Milli Track...Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama...) ~Ahem~ Still loving my first baby. He is so big now guys. He's tryna crawl, he has 5 teeth, he is wearing 12-18 mth clothing annnnnd he is only 8 months old! I know....time flew didn't it. I have a new job! I LOVE IT! I'm not going anywhere! (Unless the spirit moves me..lol) I am finally working on my book. It will be available soon. I will keep you informed of my progress. I have decided to make 2009 my year of completing goals that I set out to accomplish years ok. OH we bought a house!! Yes, I said we. The Phatman and I are still together. Still weathering the storm. I am considering weight loss surgery. You heard me correctly. I mean ya'll just don't know. I should own stock in every little diet plan out there. I feel that this is the right choice for me and it's not the easy way out as some of you may think. I haven't made up my mind yet if I want to do RNY or the Lap Band. I am sending up prayers for my mom. She was diagnosed with lung cancer over the summer and she has a leaking heart valve. Pray for her. They are gonna get them both at once today. I love her and I want her to be healthy. We are all on our way in a little while. We gave Phatmomma a birthday party over the weekend and she really had a goodtime. We all did. Cant wait for my birthday. What are ya'll gonna get me...??? I'll let you think about that. lol I'll talk to you later and I will be updating more often. I have missed you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7872836204522838790?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7872836204522838790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7872836204522838790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7872836204522838790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7872836204522838790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6110437250361731577</id><published>2008-11-05T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:44:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama Wins! Victory Speech 11/4/08 US President 1 of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PqZgXiAxtHU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PqZgXiAxtHU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't even describe how I felt. There were tears. I looked at my 5mth old son and I knew that he could be president. Realistically. I never thought in my 32 years of living that I would even see this day! I am ready for change and apparently so is everyone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6110437250361731577?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6110437250361731577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6110437250361731577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6110437250361731577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6110437250361731577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-wins-victory-speech-11408.html' title='Barack Obama Wins! Victory Speech 11/4/08 US President 1 of 3'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7922764658433138931</id><published>2008-10-20T12:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:03:48.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke these???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SPyr1iG65qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G2-awEdS_WQ/s1600-h/bangles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SPyr1iG65qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G2-awEdS_WQ/s320/bangles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259267401039144610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more go here: &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/majestic-beads/"&gt;Visit My Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7922764658433138931?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7922764658433138931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7922764658433138931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7922764658433138931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7922764658433138931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-these.html' title='LIke these???'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SPyr1iG65qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G2-awEdS_WQ/s72-c/bangles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-58217764422856498</id><published>2008-09-18T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:19:10.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SNJxUlXRwII/AAAAAAAAAPM/o22ue-8gXmM/s1600-h/mommasbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SNJxUlXRwII/AAAAAAAAAPM/o22ue-8gXmM/s320/mommasbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247381114281115778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008091807380507"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Ok, so I've been mia for a while. I've just been getting adjusted to being a new mom while fighting to save my marriage. I have to tell ya'll. It didn't look to good for a minute. I thought I was gonna hafta catch a charge. I don't know what it is. There are somethings that really irk me about Phatman. I'm not gonna put him out there like that but I think that we may be on the right path. We've only been married for 1 yr and 9 mths. (We've been together for almost 12 years!) Marriage is definently a job. I'm learning that....add a newborn and it's chaos. I think that Phatman was/is jealous of the baby. I was heated about it at first Until I learned that it is to be expected. So, how has everyone else been? Anything new? Can you believe that Phatbaby will be 4 months old on Saturday! Boy time flies. Well I just wanted to let you know that I'm still alive and YES, we're still together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-58217764422856498?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/58217764422856498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=58217764422856498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/58217764422856498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/58217764422856498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SNJxUlXRwII/AAAAAAAAAPM/o22ue-8gXmM/s72-c/mommasbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2875881590251978447</id><published>2008-08-15T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:15:46.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black In America Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZXo-eyn63Xs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZXo-eyn63Xs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2875881590251978447?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2875881590251978447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2875881590251978447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2875881590251978447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2875881590251978447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-in-america-trailer.html' title='Black In America Trailer'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6835188361968122829</id><published>2008-08-15T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:15:22.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN Black In America Trailer. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tZcUuGwKYc0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tZcUuGwKYc0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you did not watch it, PLEASE DO!  It is very important that WE look and see what this has to say about being black in America. It was very intriguing. I was dumbfounded by what was said and what I heard. Part 2 Black Men in America Airs tonight on CNN @ 9 est. Please check it out. I am posting the trailer as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was my PSA of the day. Now as far as me and Phathubby...things are not better and in my opinion they are getting worse. Maybe it's just me. I dunno. I'm tired of trying to figure it out. Where are all of my married people? Please give me some advice...anything.... As far as Phatbaby...he is just that Phat...LOL. He now weighs 10lbs 15oz and he turned 2mths old on the 20th of this mth. That went by fast. He is such a good baby!  I have now been employed for 1yr .....at the same place. ~Standing ovation pls~ Thank you! Now that is history in the making. Its sad to say that I have been here for a year. I'm looking for longevity...just not in the customer service field. For Godsake I have a degree,   a BS in Management.  I need something or someone to Manage for more money! ~sigh~ Can a sister get a career and not a job? Dang....Well, I guess that's enough for now. Sorry been so slow to post....once I can stop arguing with phathubby and bouncing phatbaby....I try to get in where I fit in and that's at work...LOL. I mean I do want longevity but it has to have its perks right? Or you just create your own perks. LOL Take care! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6835188361968122829?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6835188361968122829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6835188361968122829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6835188361968122829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6835188361968122829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/08/cnn-black-in-america-trailer.html' title='CNN Black In America Trailer. '/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4564220219798935354</id><published>2008-07-24T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:14:57.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cnn black in america'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Cnn Black in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you did not watch it, PLEASE DO!  It is very important that WE look and see what this has to say about being black in America. It was very intriguing. I was dumbfounded by what was said and what I heard. Part 2 Black Men in America Airs tonight on CNN @ 9 est. Please check it out. I am posting the trailer as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; of the day. Now as far as me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phathubby&lt;/span&gt;...things are not better and in my opinion they are getting worse. Maybe it's just me. I dunno. I'm tired of trying to figure it out. Where are all of my married people? Please give me some advice...anything.... As far as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phatbaby&lt;/span&gt;...he is just that Phat...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. He now weighs 10lbs 15oz and he turned 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; old on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt;. That went by fast. He is such a good baby!  I have now been employed for 1yr .....at the same place. ~Standing ovation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;~ Thank you! Now that is history in the making. Its sad to say that I have been here for a year. I'm looking for longevity...just not in the customer service field. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Godsake&lt;/span&gt; I have a degree,   a BS in Management.  I need something or someone to Manage for more money! ~sigh~ Can a sister get a career and not a job? Dang....Well, I guess that's enough for now. Sorry been so slow to post....once I can stop arguing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;phathubby&lt;/span&gt; and bouncing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;phatbaby&lt;/span&gt;....I try to get in where I fit in and that's at work...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I do want longevity but it has to have its perks right? Or you just create your own perks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Take care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4564220219798935354?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4564220219798935354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4564220219798935354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4564220219798935354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4564220219798935354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/07/cnn-black-in-america.html' title='Cnn Black in America'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2544923556412227202</id><published>2008-07-09T09:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:18:48.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking things through</title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, I know that's it's been a while, I just needed to talk. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband but it hurts to know that things can always go the way we want them too. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; some mean vindictive shit over the last few weeks...but what will that accomplish. Nothing...what will that solve? Nothing....how will that make me feel?....Temporarily relieved.....but still hurting. I think that I have allowed myself to believe that things will get better and I am praying so hard....I don't wanna leave him. Sometimes I hear other women say...."Sometimes in order to prove a point, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; leave." But again for what? People complain all of the time about their spouses and yet they still stay together but the swear up and down that if it were them how they would be out in the street doing whatever with whoever. I don't have time for that. I married my husband for better or for worse. Its just not a happy time right now for either one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; us. I just wish my husband can see himself the way I do. He knows that I find him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; sexy and he tells me that he sees me the same way. I expect so much out of him than he is willing to give. I feel like I have made sacrifice after sacrifice to make it work and he just says "Well ya married me and this is how I was before you met me so now what just deal with it." It's not about how you were but it's now about is this how YOU want to be. We can all be better than what we used to be. Right!? I just want things to work out. I know problems can't resolve themselves and we must face them head on and with our eyes open. I just wish we could look through each others eyes maybe walk in each other's shoes so that we can see what's really going on. I am going to try and talk it out. But how much talking and compromising can you do in a marriage without becoming bitter or resentful? We now have another person to consider and we both love him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. I hope we can talk it out like two mature adults and see where things go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2544923556412227202?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2544923556412227202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2544923556412227202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2544923556412227202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2544923556412227202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking-things-through.html' title='Thinking things through'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4179198186713700604</id><published>2008-07-09T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:15:44.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SHS5-OLXUXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TwTR1UdnviA/s1600-h/divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221002346638037362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SHS5-OLXUXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TwTR1UdnviA/s400/divorce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemme just start off by saying, I am tired of being sick and tired. Ya digg? I just can't continue to put myself at the bottom anymore. The more I give, the more he takes. We have been married for a year and 7mths. We were in a relationship for 10 years before we got married. Why didn't I listen to myself and to phatmom? Why , why, why??? I need to get out now! I just can't take it anymore. Even after a new baby, yes...I need for ya'll to understand that just because you have a baby doesn't been you should sacrifice your sanity. I just don't know what else to do. Why do I always have to bend or be the one to say ok let's talk or try to work it out? Its only so much working out and working on you can do. I am so afraid of what people might say and what his family may say about me. I shouldn't stay where I'm not happy. Pray for me ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4179198186713700604?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4179198186713700604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4179198186713700604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4179198186713700604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4179198186713700604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/07/marital-woes.html' title='Marital Woes'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SHS5-OLXUXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TwTR1UdnviA/s72-c/divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7276207164988144860</id><published>2008-06-30T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:13:21.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Hell Naw'll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGkFw8rNFUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g_ZlL5Vrnwk/s1600-h/Do-not-be-anxious-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217707981764629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGkFw8rNFUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g_ZlL5Vrnwk/s400/Do-not-be-anxious-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Lawd? Some things you just hafta put into Gods hands. Ok so this weekend after giving my beautiful son a bath, the BM calls? What does BM stand for you ask....The Birthmother..."Oh no she didn't!" "Yes, she did!" She called in the middle of getting phatbaby dressed. He doesn't like the process, so he was protesting when she called. She ask, "What's wrong with him?" "I look at the phone like "Why?" Then I proceed to tell her, "Phatbaby just had a bath and I'm getting him dressed." "O." Was her response. Waymin, was she thinking otherwise...?? I dunno, but I sensed that. BM went on to tell me how they will be down here this weekend. Our first together...I am already peeved about that. I asked her how long they were going to be here....she states that she doesn't know but she was excited about coming, it's her first visit to NC. ~Screechhhhhhhhh~ Is she excited to see Phatbaby or excited about coming to NC? Phathubby is looking at me with question marks in his eyes. She sounded like she was "here and normal", remember she is bipolar so sometimes her converation can be a bit confusing. Read here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bipolar disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="definition"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bipolar disorder is characterized by periods of excitability (mania) alternating with periods of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthprofessor.com/encyclopedia/symptoms/depression_3213_1.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. The "mood swings" between mania and depression can be very abrupt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="alternative_names"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alternative Names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manic depression; Bipolar affective disorder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="causes_incidence_and_risk_factors"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causes, incidence, and risk factors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bipolar disorder affects men and women equally and usually appears between the ages of 15 and 25. The exact cause is unknown, but it occurs more often in relatives of people with bipolar disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Bipolar disorder results from disturbances in the areas of the brain that regulate mood. During manic periods, a person with bipolar disorder may be overly impulsive and energetic, with an exaggerated sense of self. The depressed phase brings overwhelming feelings of anxiety, low self-worth, and suicidal thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;There are two primary types of bipolar disorder. People with bipolar disorder I have had at least one fully manic episode with periods of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthprofessor.com/encyclopedia/diseases_conditions/major_depression_945_1.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;major depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. In the past, bipolar disorder I was called manic depression.&lt;br /&gt;People with bipolar disorder II seldom experience full-fledged mania. Instead they experience periods of hypomania (elevated levels of energy and impulsiveness that are not as extreme as the symptoms of mania). These hypomanic periods alternate with episodes of major depression.&lt;br /&gt;A mild form of bipolar disorder called &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthprofessor.com/encyclopedia/diseases_conditions/cyclothymic_disorder_1550_1.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cyclothymia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; involves periods of hypomania and mild depression, with less-severe mood swings. People with bipolar disorder II or cyclothymia may be misdiagnosed as having depression alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #6e9a05" href="http://www.healthprofessor.com/encyclopedia/diseases_conditions/bipolar_disorder_926_1.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read More &gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please read more if you'd like, but that was enough for me. I had read about it before but still. The conversation continued with her randomness and so I asked her...Why I don't know., just curious I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BM, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phatbaby&lt;/span&gt; gets older what would you like for him to call you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says..."Momma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any advice would be welcomed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7276207164988144860?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7276207164988144860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7276207164988144860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7276207164988144860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7276207164988144860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-hell-nawll.html' title='OH Hell Naw&apos;ll'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGkFw8rNFUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g_ZlL5Vrnwk/s72-c/Do-not-be-anxious-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8489476876578779507</id><published>2008-06-27T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:21:14.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phatty's Phunny of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What kind of Elephant ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five-year old students are learning to read.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said, "Look at this! It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' elephant!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The teacher  took a deep breath, then asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What did you call it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' elephant! It says so on the picture!"&lt;br /&gt;And so it does...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216596547084765666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGUS672ESeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2M3YWAjUdCM/s400/elephant.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" A f r i c a n Elephant "&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on phonics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8489476876578779507?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8489476876578779507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8489476876578779507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8489476876578779507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8489476876578779507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/phattys-phunny-of-day.html' title='Phatty&apos;s Phunny of the Day'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGUS672ESeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2M3YWAjUdCM/s72-c/elephant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8011109181626147053</id><published>2008-06-26T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:29:27.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It...</title><content type='html'>I loooooove being a mommy. I am a proud phatmom. I think that mommyhood has changed me. Of course it changes everyone, but still I think it has really helped me focus on what is really important when it comes to phatbaby. I had all of these ideas of what I was going to do and how I was going to do it. I wanted to use cloth diapers. ~Where is my buzzer??~ ***BUZZ*** That didn't happen. LOL I don't know. Those disposables, I just want to go ahead and apologize for my actions in the landfill. ~Lawd forgive me~ I now know that there was no way that I would be able to use cloth diapers while having to wash clothes at the laundry mat and going there every 2x's ever 3 weeks. I just couldn't do it. But ya'll, I am so in love. He is getting so big so fast. I need to walk around with my video camera in one hand and my digital camera in the other. I am so camera happy. Ok, I could go on and on about his little dimples, little toes, his unlimited kisses also known as shugah...man...but anywho...I think I told ya'll that I love to read, write, and some other things. Right now I have started to focus on becoming debt free (thanks to Single ma @ &lt;a title="http://fabulousfinancials.com/" href="http://fabulousfinancials.com/"&gt;http://fabulousfinancials.com&lt;/a&gt; and to Dimps @ &lt;a title="http://dimples44r.blogspot.com/" href="http://dimples44r.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dimples44r.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) For putting it on my mind. Reading your blogs helped me to realize that what I need to be doing. It's 2008, why do I still have stuff on my credit from 1974? Well, maybe not that long, but long enough to know that I need to correct it now and get my credit score up. If anyone has any advice, websites, or anything that I can use to do that please share. You know sharing is caring. But before I let you go I just hafta show you this....I do it all for him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216366850244144146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGRCA0bs7BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xtRjXJPCAco/s320/Omarian+and+Julian+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8011109181626147053?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8011109181626147053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8011109181626147053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8011109181626147053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8011109181626147053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-it.html' title='I Love It...'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGRCA0bs7BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xtRjXJPCAco/s72-c/Omarian+and+Julian+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-135018190977842602</id><published>2008-06-25T09:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:46:14.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when you were younger ladies ~ahem~ and some gentleman...when you fantasized about how you wanted your dream boyfriend and/or husband. Boy...I just knew I was gonna have the man with the most swagger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foine&lt;/span&gt; as heck. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foine&lt;/span&gt; I would be pregnant every year kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So yeah..I'm married...Maybe I could sound a little more excited than that...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; Married Now!" ~Color Purple Style~ I love my husband don't get me wrong. It's just that every now and then I wonder. What in the hell was I thinking. I know I am not the only one...come on now anybody? Hello-o-o-o-o, I see how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; do. Well I just wish that sometimes I can catch him looking like this....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215817080275988530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJN__tD8DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9xz_qT1VVSs/s320/boris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That would really, really make my day. You know sometimes when we get ready to go to church or go to a CLASSY night on the town, I would like for him to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; of this........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215817463446954162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJOWTII4LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-jB1egyGCA8/s320/diddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet me in the bedroom looking like this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215817728304174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJOltzBU7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1gtDNDv1g0Q/s320/tyrese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do me like a thug would do me......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215818174600478338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJO_sYWfoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2UGOokSYGuY/s320/method+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know, something... take the time to workout.. make himself look good and fit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know what I mean like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215818504292629298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJPS4lFezI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HxD_2l_qXH0/s320/llcooljcolor.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;I mean you know what we say...we want him to look at us as if he could make us all melt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215828581935562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJYdeuZPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FQWwLa6eNdc/s400/terrence_howard_25872t__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just get a &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215828781951045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJYpH1zTwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vRB7EYiqzkc/s320/suits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;during the day and a &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215828959920420546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJYze1AdsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TeG8LOH85ZU/s320/timberland-shoes-722205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at night and on some weekends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dayum, &lt;/span&gt;that's all a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sistah&lt;/span&gt; needs....oh yeah he needs to be able to cook like..........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215829596386920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJZYh2ch4I/AAAAAAAAAII/l6Cpwax_6SQ/s320/ggarvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know...some of those things would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reallllllllllll&lt;/span&gt; lovely...don't you agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. He can also be able to sing like Lil G-Silk, Charlie Wilson-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Enuff&lt;/span&gt; Said, Be able to tell a few jokes to keep me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;laffin&lt;/span&gt;, and be a great help. Drive a nice car...paid for...780 credit score, and just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;loveable&lt;/span&gt;  and clean. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-135018190977842602?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/135018190977842602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=135018190977842602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/135018190977842602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/135018190977842602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-man.html' title='My Dream Man'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGJN__tD8DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9xz_qT1VVSs/s72-c/boris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-5397290997770395357</id><published>2008-06-24T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:38:58.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for nothing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGD3H1YEnUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wUAYGOdBpvc/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGD3H1YEnUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wUAYGOdBpvc/s400/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215440082454224194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired ya'll. I feel like I am working for nothing. Just come to work. Put my time in and go home. Everyday! I must let everyone know that I am ready for a change. I work in the customer service field and I am tired of it. I have been working in customer service since I was 19yrs old. I have worked for all of the big name companies doing customer service. IBM, BCBS, ZC Sterling...I mean I could go on..Bellsouth....I am so tired of saying.."Thank you for calling __________, how may I help you?" I don't know what  in the world to do. I have a Bachelor of Science in Business Management and I have NEVER had a management position. I am ready people. ....LOL I also speak fluent french.. Oui, C'est Vrai! I feel like I have so much to offer and so many ideas. I know that I could work in a call center environment in a management position. NO team lead stuff...management. What can I do so that my resume shows that and not that I have just been on the phone the whole time? ~sigh~ I need for someone to give me a chance to showcase my skills. I get paid and it disappears. I know that we all know that we are not getting paid what we are worth. I don't even make 40k per year. I wanna be debt free. Look at Single ma at www.fabulousfinancials.com......I strive to be where she is. I want to be debt free but how can I work on that when I am paying bills from paycheck to paycheck? I just signed up with www.myfico.com, opened an INGdirect savings account and today I am calling a debt collector to see what I can do to get the balance down quick so I can raise my credit score. Any advice anyone? I am really at the end of my rope here....~OK I can breathe now.~ LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-5397290997770395357?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/5397290997770395357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=5397290997770395357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5397290997770395357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5397290997770395357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-for-nothing.html' title='Working for nothing....'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SGD3H1YEnUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wUAYGOdBpvc/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7364830948979326767</id><published>2008-06-21T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:52:25.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is too soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SF2wFITKdMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e1G0zbkcHL4/s1600-h/stalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214517545738597570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SF2wFITKdMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e1G0zbkcHL4/s200/stalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;birth mom&lt;/span&gt; to be coming for a visit. I just don't know about it. I have all of these jitters. I speak to the G-Ma from time to time. Send a few pics here and there. But all of that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fixnta&lt;/span&gt;--yep that's what I said--stop. I know that this is an open adoption, but how open is too much? I saw 20/20 the other night and this young lady was searching a couple to adopt her baby. She did and now she comes over when she gets ready and is in ALL of their family pics. Even her family goes over to the adoptive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; family to see him. Ain't no way. I think I would have had a written agreement drawn up or something. I just couldn't imagine her showing up all of the time. It would really start to aggravate me. I really do appreciate her and what she has done for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phatman&lt;/span&gt;....but she really needs to back up and give us some space. I guess it is just nerves, but I love him and I am so protective of him already, that I just couldn't imagine something happening to him because of her or them. I don't have time for all of that. They should be here on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of July. Talk about INDEPENDENCE.....~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7364830948979326767?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7364830948979326767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7364830948979326767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7364830948979326767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7364830948979326767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-too-soon.html' title='It is too soon...'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SF2wFITKdMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e1G0zbkcHL4/s72-c/stalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4030457277170290025</id><published>2008-06-19T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:50:45.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kid steals grandma's car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Jhs8hHvolM0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Jhs8hHvolM0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4030457277170290025?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4030457277170290025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4030457277170290025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4030457277170290025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4030457277170290025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/kid-steals-grandma-car.html' title='kid steals grandma&amp;#39;s car'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7240435284524706738</id><published>2008-06-19T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:55:21.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish A Child I Knew Would......</title><content type='html'>I posted this video for a reason. What would you do if it were your child? I don't even have to say it. Let's just say I might have been the one being carried away in handcuffs. Listen to the way he is speaking. Do you think that the parent/s have been using discipline on this child on a regular? Let me know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7240435284524706738?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7240435284524706738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7240435284524706738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7240435284524706738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7240435284524706738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-child-i-knew-would.html' title='I Wish A Child I Knew Would......'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4866707686090754109</id><published>2008-05-26T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:39:51.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 20th, 2008-The Day My Life Changed Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1ljNe3uI/AAAAAAAAAGY/t8BeVN8_xDM/s1600-h/Julian+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742344835784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1ljNe3uI/AAAAAAAAAGY/t8BeVN8_xDM/s200/Julian+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1lzNe3vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h6m-niJB4N4/s1600-h/Julian+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742349130751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1lzNe3vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h6m-niJB4N4/s200/Julian+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1mTNe3wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_LginT3pHZA/s1600-h/Julian+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742357720686338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1mTNe3wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_LginT3pHZA/s200/Julian+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1mjNe3xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gXS3tmu85tQ/s1600-h/Julian+Meeting+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742362015653650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1mjNe3xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gXS3tmu85tQ/s200/Julian+Meeting+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6617305319532131864-4866707686090754109?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4866707686090754109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4866707686090754109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4866707686090754109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4866707686090754109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-20th-2008-day-my-life-changed.html' title='May 20th, 2008-The Day My Life Changed Forever'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDr1ljNe3uI/AAAAAAAAAGY/t8BeVN8_xDM/s72-c/Julian+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6118630277221758818</id><published>2008-05-19T13:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:42:26.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cloth Diaper or not to Cloth Diaper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDI4wyuCblI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n5pQA4_Yv40/s1600-h/cloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202282930466090578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDI4wyuCblI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n5pQA4_Yv40/s200/cloth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, after being back at work today I feel more energized. Probably because I was getting off 45 minutes early. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;..I have been toying around with the idea of using cloth diapers because of my brother-in-law and his wife. It had nothing to do with the landfill. Glad to be helping out, but that won't it. These two...bless their hearts...have 5 children and one on the way. The have 1 that is still in diapers, one that is training and another that was just trained last year. (They are 8,5,4,3,2, and1) they just seem so fertile...~ahem~ But whenever they come to visit and they are sitting around having a good time one of the little ones will ~do they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bizness&lt;/span&gt;~ and need to be changed. The two dummies, I mean in-laws will start with the..."Where are the pampers?" " I thought you had em'." I have decided that I don't want to be like them. I mentioned it to my Phat man and he seems okay with them. My Phat mom went on and on about when she used cloth diapers and how she had to dunk them in the toilet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt; is right...but they have come a long way. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flushable&lt;/span&gt; liners so there will be NO MORE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DUNKING&lt;/span&gt;...! Ha @ Phat mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202283282653408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDI5FSuCbmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AbY3V6RcKE4/s400/FlushableLiners200Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They are cute though... I like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;duckie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wuckies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202283944078372482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDI5ryuCboI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9V5ELG8EqwU/s200/HHBlueDuckies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickisdiapers.com/"&gt;http://nickisdiapers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diaperpin.com/home.asp"&gt;http://www.diaperpin.com/home.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6118630277221758818?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6118630277221758818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6118630277221758818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6118630277221758818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6118630277221758818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-cloth-diaper-or-not-to-cloth-diaper.html' title='To Cloth Diaper or not to Cloth Diaper?'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDI4wyuCblI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n5pQA4_Yv40/s72-c/cloth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2862798341199494377</id><published>2008-05-18T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:52:00.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Like Sunday Morning......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDDc7CuCbiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2uAOqMRhfB0/s1600-h/LAZYASS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201900476513283618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDDc7CuCbiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2uAOqMRhfB0/s400/LAZYASS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I feel like I am the laziest person on earth today! I think I did too much housework on yesterday. I washed 200 loads of clothes.....for two people. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; but can you say five baskets! Plus it was at the laundry mat....I hate going to the laundry mat...can I get an AMEN?? Came back home put all of our clothes away...(mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phat man&lt;/span&gt;...and he always says that he has nothing to wear...he always has the most clothes to wash!) Entertained my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phatsis&lt;/span&gt;-in-law2 and her crew (4 boys and 1 girl and she is married to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phat man's&lt;/span&gt; brother) they were all here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Holl&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erd&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chil&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt;, popped a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;youngin&lt;/span&gt;' here and there...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ooooo'ed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ahhhhhh'ed&lt;/span&gt; over baby clothes......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;seperated&lt;/span&gt; the clothes into the now 5 empty baskets for my mother to wash. (She does not want me to wash them at the laundry mat, she wants to do them herself...I wish she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; did mine too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Phatgramma&lt;/span&gt; for ya). Went to the store got groceries...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;phatsis&lt;/span&gt;2 cooked spaghetti for everyone and did not leave until after 1am...OMG...my neck and my back...and I'm not even talking about Khia....whew...more like I need to go to the Spa....~eyes glazing over at the thought~. I am so tired...ouch....well, I guess I will continue to sit here in my pajama's, listen to the rain outside, snack on everything, and sleep in between reading blogs...~YAWN~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2862798341199494377?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2862798341199494377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2862798341199494377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2862798341199494377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2862798341199494377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy Like Sunday Morning......'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SDDc7CuCbiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2uAOqMRhfB0/s72-c/LAZYASS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7366429873593029164</id><published>2008-05-16T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:24:36.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion-Question of the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SC2K9SuCbhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dqRRod2S1Ws/s1600-h/abortion01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200965930284379666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SC2K9SuCbhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dqRRod2S1Ws/s400/abortion01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that someone can lay down, have sex (consensual), conceive and say things like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I could never carry my baby to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;full term&lt;/span&gt; and give it away." But they can run to the nearest clinic and kill it? Can someone help me understand this please. I have seen this too many times and it makes me so mad. I feel like if you can do all of the above then why not either: A: Keep it, B: Give it away to someone in the family that can't have children, C: Put it up for adoption, or D: Ask for help. I am so sick of seeing this as being a easy way out for two grown folks to handle their business. I feel like abortion should be illegal. YES I AM PRO-LIFE!!!!!!!!! (Can't you tell?) I feel that the termination of a pregnancy should only be used from a medical standpoint. Extreme deformities and if the child is already deceased inside the womb. Other than that individuals that are raped..give it up for adoption or keep it. That child is a part of you too. You never know who you might be aborting. The next President, The one that may have the Cure for Cancer, Aids...we will never know because of a generation being sucked away. What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priestsforlife.org/images/index.htm#galleries"&gt;http://www.priestsforlife.org/images/index.htm#galleries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7366429873593029164?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7366429873593029164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7366429873593029164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7366429873593029164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7366429873593029164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/abortion-question-of-day.html' title='Abortion-Question of the day..'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SC2K9SuCbhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dqRRod2S1Ws/s72-c/abortion01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-5117896021674133444</id><published>2008-05-15T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:24:34.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCw5RSuCbgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o9UlUrEvSwI/s1600-h/adoption%2Bblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCw5RSuCbgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o9UlUrEvSwI/s400/adoption%2Bblog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594638951575042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what has been going on. If I want a some "Blog Groupies" I guess I need to be here more. ~Ahem~ But this is what has been going on in my world of adopting. I had been speaking with the Grandmother off and on now for the last 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt;. Lemme tell ya.."Grandma ain't raising no more kids". She has told me that repeatedly. On May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;..the day came for me to talk to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Birth mom&lt;/span&gt;. I was so nervous. Oh yeah..this is an open adoption, permanent guardianship type of arrangement. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; go back and tell you how all of this came about. But when I spoke to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;birth mom&lt;/span&gt; the conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;BM: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;BM: How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: Fine and you?&lt;br /&gt;BM: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;~Pregnant Pause~ --Sorry for the pun..but for real it was really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: I heard you had some ice cream today. (I know right...)&lt;br /&gt;BM: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gurl&lt;/span&gt; I had pizza and ice cream. It was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: I just told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Phat Man&lt;/span&gt; that I wanted some ice cream..what kind did you have?&lt;br /&gt;BM: Butter Pecan...my back is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt; now...I will be glad when this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: Well you don't have too much longer.&lt;br /&gt;BM: ~Burst into tears and got off the phone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: ~Tears welling up in my eyes trying to figure out how I stuck my foot in my mouth~&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: She'll be alright, she has been having these crazy mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;No sooner than she says that BM, gets back on the phone and says....&lt;br /&gt;BM: So do you and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;phat man&lt;/span&gt; have any children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: No, we don't have any kids. We have been trying for a long time and we have been unable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;While this conversation is going on...Grandma, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Phat sis&lt;/span&gt;-n-law, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Phatman&lt;/span&gt; are all on the line with BM.&lt;br /&gt;BM: Well, this is  your baby I'm carrying...&lt;br /&gt;~I almost died~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: BM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; need to talk about names&lt;br /&gt;BM: What about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Quintarvious&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: Hell, no.. we do not want him to be stereotyped....we want him to have a chance without being judged by his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Phatsis&lt;/span&gt;-in-law: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Phatman&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; what about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;DMX&lt;/span&gt;? ~proceeds to bark in the phone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Laffin&lt;/span&gt; nervously and looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Phat man&lt;/span&gt; while he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;snigglin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;gigglin&lt;/span&gt;...~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt; my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: What name have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Phat man&lt;/span&gt;: Jon Madden--(I don't think so.. I have got to do something with that X-BOX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: Julian Bryce...&lt;br /&gt;~Everyone except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Phatman&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt; I like that that's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Phatgurl&lt;/span&gt;: smiling to myself..I know it is...&lt;br /&gt;Can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Phatgurllove&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;fixnta&lt;/span&gt; be somebodies momma...now where is that control to the x-box..I will give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; part two later. Its too much to put into one conversation...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-5117896021674133444?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/5117896021674133444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=5117896021674133444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5117896021674133444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/5117896021674133444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCw5RSuCbgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o9UlUrEvSwI/s72-c/adoption%2Bblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8103010167733982495</id><published>2008-05-07T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:36:41.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Adopting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCG-TjnRO_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/u8_gcQwK0Ts/s1600-h/cutebaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197644688149003250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCG-TjnRO_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/u8_gcQwK0Ts/s400/cutebaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise! We are adopting. We were approached sometime in April. Spoke with the BM and we are doing a permanent guardianship! (same thing-) I am so excited! My husband and I both. Looks like that TEST was positive afterall. Thank you Jesus! It's a boy: Julian Bryce Keshon McClain is on the way! Due June 3rd. Look out for pics soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The baby in the above pics is not ours but he or she is a cutey isn't it!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8103010167733982495?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8103010167733982495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8103010167733982495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8103010167733982495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8103010167733982495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-adopting.html' title='We&apos;re Adopting!'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SCG-TjnRO_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/u8_gcQwK0Ts/s72-c/cutebaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7861880938309096492</id><published>2008-04-27T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:02:07.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not This Time---NEGATIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBUTfg8tSaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qC7NJnqNnfM/s1600-h/negative.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194079177383168418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBUTfg8tSaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qC7NJnqNnfM/s400/negative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, that's about it for this post. We will be trying again for May. I did start my cycle 3 days early so, I don't know what that was all about but maybe next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7861880938309096492?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7861880938309096492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7861880938309096492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7861880938309096492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7861880938309096492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-this-time-negative.html' title='Not This Time---NEGATIVE'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBUTfg8tSaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qC7NJnqNnfM/s72-c/negative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8710468245573622361</id><published>2008-04-25T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:46:41.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish - </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_djbAFoOUks' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_djbAFoOUks'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8710468245573622361?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8710468245573622361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8710468245573622361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8710468245573622361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8710468245573622361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/cherish.html' title='Cherish - '/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-3256948099467359215</id><published>2008-04-25T08:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:01:09.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day: ~Unappreciated ~Cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBHkFw8tSZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bggrty-8C94/s1600-h/unappreciated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193182633024899474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBHkFw8tSZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bggrty-8C94/s400/unappreciated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my hunny's birthday. He turned 31. Yes! I was excited because I had planned a romantic evening for us. He is right there with me in age that is. There is an 11 mth and 1 day difference b/t us. I'm older. May 23rd. Mark that on your calendars people! But anyway, I took him out to dinner for his birthday. We went to The Cheesecake factory. I was trying to surprise him and I had been there b4 but he hadn't. So, when we got there we had valet parking and we went in but he kept asking questions like where are we going when we leave here? Are we going shopping? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You giving me some money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to by something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did want 3 cd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I took him to the mall and told him that he did not have a limit and he could get what he wanted at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year he was expecting the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That upset me a little. I know that I have spoiled him but damn. I tried to perk it up and he saw the look on my face and he was like ~Babe it ain't even like that. Why you looking like that? Thank you for bringing me here, I'm sorry~ Shouldn't he have said that in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6617305319532131864-3256948099467359215?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/3256948099467359215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=3256948099467359215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3256948099467359215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/3256948099467359215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-day-unappreciated-cherish.html' title='Song of the Day: ~Unappreciated ~Cherish'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SBHkFw8tSZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bggrty-8C94/s72-c/unappreciated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4777135642013864625</id><published>2008-04-22T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:55:37.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phatty's Phunny for The Day</title><content type='html'>I love my parents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phatmama&lt;/span&gt; is 66 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phatdaddy&lt;/span&gt; is 68. The still like to get their party on. Drink a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit, and just have a good time. Well, last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phatmama&lt;/span&gt; called me to tell me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phatdaddy&lt;/span&gt; was hurting. It turned out to be his leg. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phatmama&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think their is some cream around here that you can put on your leg."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know where that cream is."&lt;br /&gt;"I know where it is." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phatmama&lt;/span&gt; says.&lt;br /&gt;"So, I went in there and got it and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phatdaddy&lt;/span&gt; went and got a towel to put under his leg. I started rubbing your daddy's leg and I kept waiting for the smell, you know, that smell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anticeptic&lt;/span&gt; smell...it never happened. The cream was stiff and thick. I kept rubbing and rubbing. I thought this cream must be old. I went to look at the tube and instead of it saying Bengay or Bio-flex---- it said anti-itch cream.&lt;br /&gt;~Senior Moment~ #1 (It has been more of them, but just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bloggin's&lt;/span&gt; sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192267959609674114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SA6kMw8tSYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2ucqfNWrhaY/s400/antiitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you have your own senior moments? Do you have one from your parents! Please share. Sharing is caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4777135642013864625?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4777135642013864625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4777135642013864625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4777135642013864625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4777135642013864625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/phattys-phunny-for-day.html' title='Phatty&apos;s Phunny for The Day'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SA6kMw8tSYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2ucqfNWrhaY/s72-c/antiitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8911944451914037429</id><published>2008-04-21T12:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:17:14.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAzJmXMiJjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oun7PSww1sQ/s1600-h/awomans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191746131350136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAzJmXMiJjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oun7PSww1sQ/s400/awomans.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman has strengths that amaze me... She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens She holds happiness, love &amp;amp; opinions She smiles when she feels like screaming She sings when she feels like crying She cries when she's happy, and laughs when shes afraid, and her love is unconditional. There's only one thing wrong with her, she forgets what she‘s worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written by Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8911944451914037429?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8911944451914037429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8911944451914037429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8911944451914037429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8911944451914037429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/womans-strength.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Strength'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAzJmXMiJjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oun7PSww1sQ/s72-c/awomans.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4771123747709870308</id><published>2008-04-17T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:45:40.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAeMu2-UKII/AAAAAAAAAEc/mdzw2jLSNIk/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190271832226539650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAeMu2-UKII/AAAAAAAAAEc/mdzw2jLSNIk/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always had a complex..I guess if you call it that. I have an issue with being accepted by others. I know, I know.."I don't give a damn or fuck about what people say about me."That's what others say, but you know what, I do. It is still have bad feelings towards people that used to tease me as a child and that talked about me behind my back. Shouldn't I be over that now as an adult? I was bullied and teased because of my weight. You know being a Phatgurl has never been easy. I still let these things bother me. The worst culprit of it all that hurt the most was and still is (sometimes) my mother. She has never liked the fact that I was overweight. My other sisters I have 2, were petite until, well one is still little as hell but the other gained weight after she had her children. But to her, I didn't have an excuse. I just loved to eat. When I was a little girl I was so skinny that my momma made me eat. I used to cry because I was such a picky eater. Well over the years I gained weight but not to the extent of being overweight...until I had my tonsils and adenoids (sp-is that right?) removed. Then the weight just piled on. I became the punchline to many jokes and I really had issues with my self esteem. I stayed to myself and read books and get on the computer and type in programs. (Commodore 64--whew that was a long time ago) But I also participated in church alot. The choir, I ushered you know typical church stuff. I love to sing and I have a pretty good voice if I must say so myself, but some of this teasing occurred in the church as well. I know "Kids will be kids." Cut the crap...Kids will be whoever their parents raise them to be or whatever they see their parents do and get away with, that's what they will do. It all starts at home people.-~My Phatabulous Service Announcement-~But anyhow, I have lost so many friends and my mother never told me I was beautiful until I got older but it still comes with conditions. "You look good..you should put more of this on" "That color looks good but that ain't for everybody" Oh can't forget this one. "You should wear that all the time it really looks good on you." Phat: "Really Ma, Thank you" Her: "Yeah, cause you look small in that." See what I mean ya'll? My mother has thrown fits in stores because I could not wear the size that she wanted me too. She would find a phone--(payphone then) call my sister and have her take of the task of taking me shopping cause she just couldn't "deal with me." Needless to say, I find myself shopping sometimes and thinking.."what would mom think of me in this?" I have to stop myself and say: Hey I'm grown, I can wear what I want (you know what I mean) . Has this happened to you? Has someone ever caused you to look at yourself differently? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4771123747709870308?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4771123747709870308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4771123747709870308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4771123747709870308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4771123747709870308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/self-love.html' title='Self-Love'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAeMu2-UKII/AAAAAAAAAEc/mdzw2jLSNIk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-1981694073412335414</id><published>2008-04-14T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:15:58.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 On A Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAORD2-UKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sfyoXINMTMM/s1600-h/anne_geddes_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189150691143460978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAORD2-UKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sfyoXINMTMM/s400/anne_geddes_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAOQ32-UKGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o8R3mYCFCTc/s1600-h/anne_geddes_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so hubby and I have decided to start trying for a little one. Hence the gap between postings. ~Wink-wink~ I am excited to say so in the least. I hope that it works. We are using an ovulation predictor kit to determine what days we should try and conceive on. Just a little history here folks. Hubby and I have been married for 1 year and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;. We dated for 13 years and we have NO CHILDREN. No slip ups or nothing. Just pure bliss...no birth control, nothing. Maybe in the beginning if you know what I mean but nothing. It has surprised everyone. So now we are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; by Great Aunts, Mother-in-law, Sister-in-law (she has 5 already), My mother, friends, relatives and just EVERYBODY. So I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; hubby...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It took him a long time bless his heart. I know he doesn't wanna share but sorry..he has to! We are excited though. It's also exciting to know that he is wanting a little one now. I was so surprised that he announced to his family this weekend after being bombarded with questions about when we were "gonna have one." He stated " We are working on that now, so hopefully we will have one in the near future." That shocked me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. That is the FIRST time that I have heard him tell anyone that WE were trying for a baby. I love him. Pray for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. I will let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know what happens! &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/6617305319532131864-1981694073412335414?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/1981694073412335414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=1981694073412335414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1981694073412335414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1981694073412335414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-on-baby.html' title='1/2 On A Baby'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/SAORD2-UKHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sfyoXINMTMM/s72-c/anne_geddes_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2706520190801519157</id><published>2008-04-09T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:28:16.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phat and a Beauty Queen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_zgigWQDFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wi-9CXkWJd0/s1600-h/plussize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_zgigWQDFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wi-9CXkWJd0/s320/plussize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187267754227403858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nubiangraphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee270/NubianGraphics1/Finished/biggirls-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;NubianGraphics.com&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later this year, Chloe Marshall and her wobbly bits - of which there are a few, she cheerfully admits - will stand in line with an army of potential beauty queens in bikinis, high heels and tiaras, and invite public scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;She is a good size 16, and possesses the sort of physique that my old PE teacher, harridan that she was, used to applaud as "splendid for the shot putt".&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is quite beautiful, with a wide smile and luminous skin, but not traditional Miss England material.&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, though, most of her competitors are. I ask her what sort of girls she will be up against and she waves an elegantly manicured hand. Beanpoles, you know, size 8s, maybe a few 10s, tall, blonde. That sort of thing."&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I feel a bit faint just thinking about what awaits her. It's the sort of scenario that would have most of us, of whatever size, running shrieking from the room.&lt;br /&gt;But then Chloe, at 5ft 10in and 38DD, is not most of us, and perhaps we should thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;I try hard, shame on me, to get her to admit to some deep-seated loathing about her body - but she simply won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead she comes out with lines like "I love my body", which I always thought no real women ever said, unless they were auditioning for a Dove advert.&lt;br /&gt;She will admit to only a few tiny jitters, mostly about that hideous bikini/swimsuit/sarong dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;"Next month we have a day where we have to meet the Press," she says, talking me through the excruciating Miss England selection process.&lt;br /&gt;"We have to stand round in bikinis and whatnot, talking to them. I'm opting to wear a swimsuit for that one, because I'm all about dressing to flatter my figure. And if I wore a bikini I wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;"But when it comes to the actual pageant, I am going to wear a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to walk out there and have people say, 'she's not confident about her body,' because I am."&lt;br /&gt;However, with both swimsuit and bikini, she will wear a sarong. Because, even though she is a wannabe beauty queen, she's not daft.&lt;br /&gt;"If I was on the beach, say, I'd run around in a bikini on its own, no problem. What's to be ashamed of? ""But at the end of the day, I want to win. So I have to do all I can to give myself the best chance. So a sarong it will be!"&lt;br /&gt;When Chloe secured her place in the Miss England final last week, by being crowned Miss Surrey, it sparked something of a media furore.&lt;br /&gt;You might imagine that we wouldn't be shocked to learn anything about wannabe Miss Whatevers these days.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, scandal has stalked beauty pageants. Beauty queens have turned out to be single mothers, porn stars, even men, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;But this was something else.&lt;br /&gt;Not that Chloe uses the F word. In our interview the word "fat" never passes her lips.&lt;br /&gt;"It's because I'm not," she explains. "I'm curvy, big, plus-size, if you must, but I don't like that either because I'm actually an average size.&lt;br /&gt;"Fat means someone who is obese, who doesn't take care of themselves, who never does any exercise and lies around all day, being a slob. I take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing that is different about me is that I refuse to starve myself to turn my body into something it was never meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;In truth, she's annoyed that the media coverage has not been all positive.&lt;br /&gt;"Most people have been lovely, saying, 'You go, girl', but some people have been sniping about how it isn't a good thing that I'm in this competition.&lt;br /&gt;"That makes me very cross. The whole thing about me being here is that I want to show other teenagers, younger than me, that it's OK to be a bit curvy, because you can still be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;"If they read people slagging me off, they'll think it isn't OK, that to look like the girls in the magazines they have to starve themselves. "All I was wanting to do, by entering this pageant in the first place, was to send a message out to young girls that it is fine not to be a size zero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 2 cents. Why is it that because someone is out of the norm that they can't be considered to be a beauty queen. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Why is it that this continues to be the same issue over and over and over again. Get over it people. There are beautiful Phat people in the world and for all I know you may be one of them. Look in the mirror first and if you think of yourself to be any less than a Phat beauty queen or king then you need to re-examine yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-2706520190801519157?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=546589&amp;in_page_id=1879' title='Phat and a Beauty Queen....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2706520190801519157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2706520190801519157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2706520190801519157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2706520190801519157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/phat-and-beauty-queen.html' title='Phat and a Beauty Queen....'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_zgigWQDFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wi-9CXkWJd0/s72-c/plussize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7405696577147550772</id><published>2008-04-07T15:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:58:36.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday “Mentally Hip Hop Smoothed Out On the R&amp;B Tip With a Pop Feel Appeal To It”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p81AWQDCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsgmMIEb_Sg/s1600-h/silk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186595170938784802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p81AWQDCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsgmMIEb_Sg/s320/silk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8rgWQDBI/AAAAAAAAADs/g36LyGe_G_4/s1600-h/druhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186595007730027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8rgWQDBI/AAAAAAAAADs/g36LyGe_G_4/s320/druhill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8mAWQDAI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZZ1YSim_pIE/s1600-h/bbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594913240747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8mAWQDAI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZZ1YSim_pIE/s200/bbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8fwWQC_I/AAAAAAAAADc/YfZfb8qCOJI/s1600-h/keithsweat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594805866564594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p8fwWQC_I/AAAAAAAAADc/YfZfb8qCOJI/s320/keithsweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend is over. Had a great start and a good ending. Let's see....Saturday night hubby and I went out to the Keith Sweat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt;. We had a ball. Just between us..I used to have the biggest crush on Ricky Bell, you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BBD&lt;/span&gt;...well they were there along with Dru Hill (pray for them) and Special (surprise) Guest Silk.. The Freak Em crew. Well it was fun to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBD&lt;/span&gt; perform ~That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt; is poison~ I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; are singing it in your heads now and who can forget...~lemme lick you up and down til you say stop~ and ~I want ah~ I screamed and yelled and bobbed and danced. It was a fun time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hunny&lt;/span&gt; and I. Sunday was a lazy day we just slept in and later on went out to eat dinner with the outlaws. The food was good the company was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Today at work they fired 2 people. Oh well, it's Monday. Have a good one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&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/6617305319532131864-7405696577147550772?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7405696577147550772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7405696577147550772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7405696577147550772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7405696577147550772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-mentally-hip-hop-smoothed-out-on.html' title='Monday “Mentally Hip Hop Smoothed Out On the R&amp;B Tip With a Pop Feel Appeal To It”'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_p81AWQDCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsgmMIEb_Sg/s72-c/silk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-2431806928686241584</id><published>2008-04-04T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:15:18.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_bgnAWQC-I/AAAAAAAAADU/C6InXoaNaFM/s1600-h/Family+and+Friends+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185578981676551138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_bgnAWQC-I/AAAAAAAAADU/C6InXoaNaFM/s320/Family+and+Friends+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_bgPgWQC9I/AAAAAAAAADM/DDKNYnATNfw/s1600-h/Family+and+Friends+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185578577949625298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_bgPgWQC9I/AAAAAAAAADM/DDKNYnATNfw/s320/Family+and+Friends+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too long ago I was hanging out at the in-laws just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relaxin&lt;/span&gt;..(before they became the outlaws...new day different post) and I left out and went to the bathroom. I came back and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; 3yrs and nephew 4yrs were stand there and I smirked and looked that them. The conversation went a little like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PhatGurlLove&lt;/span&gt;: Have you been in Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phatty's&lt;/span&gt; Lipstick?&lt;br /&gt;BAN#1 (Bad Ass Nephew 1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;, I no have your stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab my camera and I say..smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAN#1: Cheese! ~Flash~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAN#2 (Same thing but ends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Niece&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Same question, same answer~ The pictures tell the real story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Any new "stick" recommendations for shopping purposes?**&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/6617305319532131864-2431806928686241584?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/2431806928686241584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=2431806928686241584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2431806928686241584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/2431806928686241584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/fridays-funnies.html' title='Friday&apos;s Funnies'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_bgnAWQC-I/AAAAAAAAADU/C6InXoaNaFM/s72-c/Family+and+Friends+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4473513072929517484</id><published>2008-04-03T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:33:13.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Thoughts........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_WFLgWQC8I/AAAAAAAAADE/EXWWX6thg8g/s1600-h/babies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185196978695310274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_WFLgWQC8I/AAAAAAAAADE/EXWWX6thg8g/s400/babies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some random thoughts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. For all you parents out there...were your children planned or were they unexpected. If they were not expected, how did you know you were ready? How did your spouse react/bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;...etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If there were no methods to assist in helping conceive, would you have children earlier or none at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why do people always beg and borrow, but never have anything to share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soulja&lt;/span&gt; Boy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yahhhh&lt;/span&gt;???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When can WE all just get along??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4473513072929517484?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4473513072929517484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4473513072929517484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4473513072929517484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4473513072929517484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursdays-thoughts.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thoughts........'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_WFLgWQC8I/AAAAAAAAADE/EXWWX6thg8g/s72-c/babies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-1402921250713298395</id><published>2008-04-02T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:02:24.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Worries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_PYMgWQC7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8teGgaUgDwM/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184725305386863538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_PYMgWQC7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8teGgaUgDwM/s320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning while sleepin...in between hunny's snoring, I hear rushing water. I open my eyes and strain the hear....again in between hunny's snoring, I hear it this time...clear as a bell, water is running. I'm laying there thinking...did hubby leave the water running in the bathroom? Fine tuning my eardrum I think..no definently kitchen. I sigh and proceed to leave hunny there...still snorin' might I add, to go turn off the water in the kitchen. Sleep walking my way up the hallway, turning on the light mumbling...~wth was he doin at the kitchen sink, I know he wasn't washing dishes~ ( He had already did that...lol) Turning on the kitchen light I see that the water isn't running in the sink but it is definently pouring out from somewhere. Standing at the kitchen sink I feel my feet start to get wet and think I think..aww hell naw'll! I open the cabinets under the sink and ~Presto~ there is the spouting water leak! Can everyone say Yay??!! By this time I am awake and fully conscious of the whole situation. I take off runnin, well briskly walking down the hall calling hunny's name..~Bay-Bay~..he is mumblin...~huh?? hmmm? I'm like you don't hear that?? To me it sounded like a small Niagra Falls...he is still like no, I don't hear anything...mind you the water is coming out of the bottom of the cabinet like Ye Old Faithful. I quickly told him what was going on and he went in the kitchen and proceeded to do everything that I had already told him that I had done. Side note***Why is it that men check behind us when will tell them that we have did things that normally they would do in any crisis situation, ie. try to turn off the faucets that are attached to the piping....check to see if it is leaking from where I said it was and repeat exactly what I said..I mean duh..*** Anyway I tell him I'ma call the landlord. I did and he did not have an emergency number for tenants...wft?? I called my dad...fyi, it was 3:52am. I called him and told him what was going on and he says ok I'm on my way. My hunny and I are outside the house and we can hear the water draining outside...just gurglin. I am livid by this point that at 4am instead of counting sheep..in between hunny's snorin...I am outside looking for the main shut off valve. We are both walking round and round looking for it while mumblin curses under our breath. So Dad pulls up and I apologize for having to call him and he states that it is close to the time that he gets up anyway...(wtf?) He proceed to go under the house looking for the shut off valve while I hold the flashlight from a distance me ~echo~ You see it? Him.. no ~echo~ I have arachnaphobia but that is a whole 'nother post. It just goes on and on...needless to say we go across the parking lot to his mothers house who has a live in nurse, she calls his brother (the landlord/slumlord--the same) he comes over, checks it out finds the shut off valve and we shoot the breeze a min or two and he is gone. Dad leaves....we go back to bed only for the alarm to go off at 5:25a. Isn't that great! I have to be at work at 8am//so no I was not a happy camper. What has a man done to check to see if you had done everything right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-1402921250713298395?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/1402921250713298395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=1402921250713298395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1402921250713298395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1402921250713298395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-worries.html' title='Wednesday Worries'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_PYMgWQC7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8teGgaUgDwM/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8982194672588280570</id><published>2008-03-31T08:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:35:27.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_JyWAWQC6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/URfMnITChNo/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184331843432876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_JyWAWQC6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/URfMnITChNo/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAIN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime it rains, I'm reminded of you. The sky gray filled with unshed tears waiting to be released. The swollen clouds reminding me of my swollen tear ducts. Damp pillow case, wet tear stained face, lined with pain. Heartaches, beat slowly. Time going by fast. Stuck in time. Crying like the sky. The rain dropping hard and steady. Continuosly. Puddles forming holding memories in deep mud ridden puddles. Slowly evaporating leaving memory imprints behind. Cracked mud. Traces that something was left behind..or someone. A stain. Pain perhaps. The rain just ain't the same anymore. It rained the night your soul left. A hole in the place where my soul, heart, and thoughts used to be. Memories ever fading until the rain comes. Ever consuming, looming, trying to be happy and remember the goodtimes until it rains. It's raining now. Outside and inside too. I think I see a break in the clouds it must be you letting me know that the sun still has to show in order fot the light to be seen in the rain. I will use an umbrella now so I won't drown in the pain rain.&lt;br /&gt;To my brother&lt;br /&gt;Steven Lamont Garrett&lt;br /&gt;June 28, 1962-April 1st 2002&lt;br /&gt;I love you and we miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8982194672588280570?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8982194672588280570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8982194672588280570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8982194672588280570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8982194672588280570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_JyWAWQC6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/URfMnITChNo/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-4747396515539669913</id><published>2008-03-31T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:17:51.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Empowerment Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_EYTAWQC1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1zCzSM3irwg/s1600-h/tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183951360870058834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_EYTAWQC1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1zCzSM3irwg/s400/tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was a great weekend. Riding smoothly of course on the new wheels. Saturday we had the Annual Womens Empowerment weekend. If you are not familiar with it, it occurs in the last Saturday of march in Raleigh NC. They have guest speakers and national recording artist, vendors showcasing their talents and it is all for the empowerment of women. This year was my first time going. I have to be honest at first..I was not that excited. Even with Patti Labelle being the guest speaker...the recording artist were completely turing me off. By me being a music fan I felt like If Patti was gonna be the speaker...then I just knew that the Artists were going to be off tha chain. Well, Jeff Majors..don't get me wrong..I love his songs...you know with the **cough** harp and all**cough** but he just did not appeal to me more so than the R&amp;amp;B persuasion..until I heard at the last minute that TANK was going to be one of the artist performing. I know you heard me..yes TANK. I have to capitalize his name because it seems like he's not getting that much love lately. I did miss him while he was away. But let me go back a little. I enjoyed Patti...she made me cry..made me laugh..and boy let me tell you if you have never heard Pattil Labelle sang in person....it is a treat. I swear that woman...Lawd halmurcy...hmph. She sanged you hear me??!! She had the nerve to sang "The Lord's Prayer." Whew....amazing....just amazing that's all I can say. I was in awe of her voice. Where she came frome and how well she continued to live. I think that as I get older, I understand the importance of living after a loss. I lost my brother April 1st (I know...April Fool's Day) 2002 and I still grieve. That is the first loss that I have ever experience in close relation to myself. It was like a part of me died. Patti lost 4 sisters to cancer all in 40 year old range and then her mother. I was like "Wow, and she still sung?" It made me realize that even sometimes when we lose a loved one and our hearts are breaking....we can still raise our voices to sing. To let others know that we are still here and that we are still living. That's what I think about it all. I enjoyed her alot and learned somethings from her as well. As far as TANK. I would love to go to a concert where it is just him perfoming live. He give a great performance as well. He is a fine specimen of a Man I tell ya!  Lyfe Jennings also performed..he came on after TANK. I think he should have came on before but that's just my opinion. Day 26--Diddy's puppets from Making The Band 4, Cherish ~Lean Wit It Rock Wit It--are we done yet?~, Georgia Mass Choir, Beverly Crawford, and Tiffany Evans (Diary of a Mad Black Woman) were all great perfomances. I must say I will be attending next year. We decided at the last minute to go and had the ~I think that's Patti Tickets~ so of course when we are on the 3rd floor and the row before the last row on the wall towards the ceiling you would think.."Ok, at least I'm here, and I made it....Let's get Empowered.." NO, that is not the case....The seats were so small and so tight...I did tell you that I am P.H.A.T. I felt all circulation from my legs cease...My sister and I looked at each other like wtf?? Those seats were unbearable.  In the mist of this pain in my hips I begin to wonder if they intentionally made those seats that way so that you will remember and buy the next level tickets. We moved down to the 2nd level while shopping with the vendors. WE are a talented group of people. I met Vickie Stringer, yes Triple Crown Publications...I also purchased a book from her and received her autograph. She asked me if I was a writer and I said yes. She asked me to go on open mike and recite...my mind went completely blank ya'll. OMG!!! I was so embarassed. She said "That's okay." I told her "I'm not ready for that yet.." But I am...I am so ready. But anyhoo I will have my chance again soon. By the way...the seats on the 2nd floor were so much more comfortable...it was amazing to know what more money will get you. LOL Have a Happy Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-4747396515539669913?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/4747396515539669913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=4747396515539669913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4747396515539669913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/4747396515539669913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/womens-empowerment-weekend.html' title='Women&apos;s Empowerment Weekend'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R_EYTAWQC1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1zCzSM3irwg/s72-c/tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-1217702565872850012</id><published>2008-03-28T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:14:07.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-z9JQWQC0I/AAAAAAAAACI/4gskz0otORo/s1600-h/Ford%20Oval%20Logo%201%207x5x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182795606645541698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-z9JQWQC0I/AAAAAAAAACI/4gskz0otORo/s320/Ford%2520Oval%2520Logo%25201%25207x5x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ya'll, I am so excited. Glad it is Friday. T.GI.F. and also I just wanted to let my peeps know...I'm so excited. WE got us a new ride! Yes thank ya Jesus! We weren't expectin to get it we just showed up (and God/Jesus/Yaweh/Alla--and all of them) showed out. We traded in our Saturn...it was startin to have some issues and got a 2004 Ford Explorer. Ok to some of ya'll that ain't nuthin, but when you have been wanting one FOREVER. I mean every since they came out way back in '71, I have been-hate to say it-lusting after this vehicle...and maybe 2 otha's but this has always been on the list. Can ya'll say leather interior?? LOL We drove off the lot like we were in a 2010 Mercedes. You woulda thought we won the lotto. (Hopefully we will this weekend.) But it feels good when ya feel like you movin on up-cue the song- Have you driven a Ford Lately! If any of you have a Ford Explorer..let me know whacha think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crusin---Smokey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phatgurllove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-1217702565872850012?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/1217702565872850012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=1217702565872850012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1217702565872850012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/1217702565872850012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-wheels.html' title='New Wheels'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-z9JQWQC0I/AAAAAAAAACI/4gskz0otORo/s72-c/Ford%2520Oval%2520Logo%25201%25207x5x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-7412364130146587327</id><published>2008-03-26T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:22:42.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMP DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-qGJQWQCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/85GSgfco6yg/s1600-h/hump3%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182101814808415026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-qGJQWQCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/85GSgfco6yg/s320/hump3%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad today is Wednesday, I don't know what in the world to do. It's almost over everyone hang on. I love working at this C.S.S. but it ain't all a girl thinks about. I did go to college and get a degree. I have always wanted to own my own daycare though. This journalist...(yeah you could say that) has wanted to have a daycare every since I studied abroad in France. Shot out to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frenchies&lt;/span&gt; on here. I stayed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Montpelier&lt;/span&gt;. Look it up. Beautiful, right on the Mediterranean. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; I wish I was there now. Fresh Baguettes..not the supermarket kind either...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt; good stuff. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;..I don't have any kids off my own. I would like some one day. But back to Wednesday. 2 more days until the weekend baby. What do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; think of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hilla&lt;/span&gt;-bomber and her lies and her going back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; dish dirt on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baracka&lt;/span&gt;-baby?? She lied....all day long she lied. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;misspoke&lt;/span&gt;..? What kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; is that? I wish I could lie about something and say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;misspoke&lt;/span&gt; and kept it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;'. It shouldn't work like that. What do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; think..they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; kicked her to the curb or what? Let me know. Happy Hump Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-7412364130146587327?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/7412364130146587327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=7412364130146587327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7412364130146587327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/7412364130146587327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/hump-day.html' title='HUMP DAY'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-qGJQWQCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/85GSgfco6yg/s72-c/hump3%2520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8698386317897982785</id><published>2008-03-25T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:35:47.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22/24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-moVwWQCyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PdXjNWSqwZU/s1600-h/big_feel_pretty-292x282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-moVwWQCyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PdXjNWSqwZU/s320/big_feel_pretty-292x282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857937975413538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22/24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does this look familiar? 22/24? If not then this may not be for you. These two sizes have been following me forever it seems like. I have been up and down b/t these two mf'ers for the last, I wanna say 10 years. I have tried everything from Slim Fast, Hydroxycut, Shape rite, The Bohemian Diet, Herbal Tea, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Walking, Eating Right. I have lost b/t 20-25 pounds about 2,000 times just to gain it all back. Chips are my weakness. Chips and chocolate. Why lawd? My momma says I get it from my dad's side. I don't care who I get it from..who in the hell can I give it too and who wants it? I'm not saying that I don't love me. I do. I really do but just carrying this around for all these year ain't gone (ebonically speaking) cut it. I have lost 13 pds on this new journey I'm on to make a permanent lifestyle change. You know during all these years, including my childhood I've had weight issues. I have so many stories to share with you while I try to figure out how to let some of this stuff go. But n-e-way, I know all of us have weight issues whether it is trying to gain weight, lose weight, or even maintain our current weight. What is the most craziest thing you have done to lose weight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8698386317897982785?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8698386317897982785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8698386317897982785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8698386317897982785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8698386317897982785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/2224.html' title='22/24'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-moVwWQCyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PdXjNWSqwZU/s72-c/big_feel_pretty-292x282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6880092920300609309</id><published>2008-03-24T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:15:14.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-fTgAWQCxI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vdP_VmaLOE/s1600-h/stay2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-fTgAWQCxI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vdP_VmaLOE/s320/stay2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181342443115645714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should i stay?&lt;br /&gt;when i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;you act like you don't love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;do unto others ain't that the golden rule?&lt;br /&gt;do unto others as you would have them do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;you don't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;do you even hear?&lt;br /&gt;you act like you are blind, when i shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;i realize you don't want what i want.&lt;br /&gt;opposites attract, it aint true.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you wanted to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand how you could fool me so easily.&lt;br /&gt;telling me lies i surely believed.&lt;br /&gt;like "yes i want a family, a girl for you and a boy for me"&lt;br /&gt;that was just MY fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i would give you my all.&lt;br /&gt;even though we started small.&lt;br /&gt;we both worked hard because we wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;is it that you were unsure?&lt;br /&gt;you held my past against me.&lt;br /&gt;while i tried to forget.&lt;br /&gt;haven't i said "i'm sorry" enough yet?&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;when i said "i do".&lt;br /&gt;it meant i was ready for commitment&lt;br /&gt;thirty five hundred dollars was well spent.&lt;br /&gt;on something borrowed and something blue.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;together forever.&lt;br /&gt;for better for worse no matter the weather.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done playing house and letting you have your way.&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving .&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stay.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot allow you to treat me this way.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve the best and that is true.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was getting it .&lt;br /&gt;when i married you.&lt;br /&gt;but you lied and i cried it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of the play.&lt;br /&gt;take your bow.&lt;br /&gt;i am walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;not sure of what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i cannot stay here.&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;copyright 2008/pdg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6880092920300609309?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6880092920300609309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6880092920300609309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6880092920300609309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6880092920300609309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay.html' title='STAY'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R-fTgAWQCxI/AAAAAAAAABI/6vdP_VmaLOE/s72-c/stay2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-8569693580141038576</id><published>2008-03-07T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:56:41.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R9Hx_cUN51I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rh9MqRo0URU/s1600-h/tgif.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183519060453202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R9Hx_cUN51I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rh9MqRo0URU/s400/tgif.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello again everyone, its me phatgurl and I am glad it's Friday. I swear today couldn't come fast enough. Just hurry up...I know it was 4:30pm for 2 hrs. I felt like I was back in HS (High school) waiting for the bell to ring. Today was a day from the bowels of you know where. First of all, let me tell you. I have a BS Degree in Organizational Management and I minored in French. (Yes this is an American Raised French Cocoa...) Ask me why I have worked in customer service (yes..inbound and outbound and calling people during their dinner) for the last 11 years??? Every time I try to get away from it...it finds me. I really went to college to study journalism. I wanted to be on TV giving you "Breaking News" from anywhere. It never materialized. That's a whole other post in itself. I have always loved to write and do so as often as I can. I just started blogging within the last 2 years. A little here and a little there. I was unsure at first about putting myself out there on the www but I got tired of wondering "What If..." I have started so many books, it's not even funny. I have so many Chap 1's and even some 2's laying around here. I have decided to try to buckle down and start trying to combine some of these ideas into a NY Times Bestseller. That's a dream of mine as well. I also write poetry and I have written a song or two. But back to the story of the day. Why at 3:55pm, the company decides to make it mandatory for those individuals that work from 8am-5pm with a one hour lunch to come in 30 Min's later and either have a 1/2 lunch to leave at 5p or have your regular 1hr lunch and leave at 5:30p. I know you are probably wondering. Why in the world are you complaining..you get to sleep in a few extra minutes....blah blah blah....? The reason why I am so p.o. ed is because it's not as simple as you think. First daylight savings time starts on Saturday and time goes back an 1hr (I love it...after I adjust.) But the reason for the time change is because it will not be as busy because of the time change and they want everyone that normally works at 8a to come in 30 Min's later and either work 30 Min's later or eat 30 Min's faster. With that being said..they are making this mandatory for the next 3 weeks! They say that they are trying to wait for all of the other countries to go through the same process of time changing for 1hr. Okay, let me explain something to everyone....Customer Service is open 24 hours a day 7 days per week. Mind you I just started my 8am-5pm schedule about 2 weeks ago. I am a former Sunday through Thursday employee that worked from 8:30a-5:30p. My response to all of this is why should we have to change our schedule if we are open 24hrs per day??? Does this make any sense to anyone at all? The customer is going to call no matter what if there is an issue with their devices or to speak to an engineer. This is what makes me dislike corporate America. The pop the whip and we get to shuck and jive our way up the ladder, brown nosing (for those that do it) and all. Speak for yourself...I am tired of working for someone. I consider myself to be driven and goal-oriented...and I have never had the opportunity to be in a head leadership position. I know that I can do it. I just blame it on me being over qualified for the position anyway. Is there anyone that knows for a fact that you can do your bosses job without blinking? If so let me know and tell me why. Again, I'm glad it's Friday. Everyone enjoy your weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-8569693580141038576?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/8569693580141038576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=8569693580141038576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8569693580141038576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/8569693580141038576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MAxVd44iE14/R9Hx_cUN51I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rh9MqRo0URU/s72-c/tgif.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617305319532131864.post-6242371144769658463</id><published>2008-03-05T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:22:01.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hello everyone. This is Phat Gurl here. Just wanting to introduce myself. I am a 31 year old married woman working hard to make a living. I work for a large company in RTP,NC. I am a cocoa sistah(Per cocoa for your cubicle.) I have been working here for almost a year now so I can definitely relate to some of her blogs about the workplace. A little more about me. I am overweight. There I said it. I know that most of us are but very few of us admit it. I have been working on this weight thing all of my life. I have been up and down like a roller coaster. I am down 13 pounds now. I think that's good. Especially since I have been doing it on my own. No magic pill, No magic powder, no shakes and no surgery. LOL I have been exercising and eating right. I am working towards making a lifestyle change. My husband has been on board for the most part. He can be a little devil sometimes...eating things that he knows I love in my face. But I am fighting it with willpower. So what is the most craziest thing you have done to loose a few unwanted pounds? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617305319532131864-6242371144769658463?l=phatgurllove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/feeds/6242371144769658463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6617305319532131864&amp;postID=6242371144769658463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6242371144769658463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617305319532131864/posts/default/6242371144769658463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phatgurllove.blogspot.com/2008/03/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Phat Gurl Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04520543035108061564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAxVd44iE14/Sm-03vcOHZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/now6X7KRmR8/S220/Makingmefoine09+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
