<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:00:23.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LUVIN ME</title><subtitle type='html'>A way to express my thoughts to the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-427281591635478656</id><published>2008-07-11T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:01:24.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Around...Somewhere</title><content type='html'>I doubt if anyone still stops by my spot since I've all but fallen off the face of the earth in the blog world.  Life is good. My hubby and I are still holding it down. My daughter is wonderful...Growing up, but I guess she has no choice (sigh).  Evolution is inevitible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been a blur for me.  We decided to invest in a commercial storefront and all the legalities were crazy when trying to lease out the space.  Enough about the boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all good.  My god daughter is growing so fast.  Bossy and grown as ever.  But she and her mother are another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to get out, but I'll save that for later.  For now I'm going to stop by and see if my old faves are still out ther in blogland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be me if I didn't end this post with a question, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's life everyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-427281591635478656?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/427281591635478656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=427281591635478656' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/427281591635478656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/427281591635478656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-aroundsomewhere.html' title='Still Around...Somewhere'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-711025227739672867</id><published>2007-10-25T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:23:00.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Livin'...Still Luvin...</title><content type='html'>I don't blog much these days. Not because I don't have much to say...but because I can't find enough time in the day to say it all. The purpose of this blog was to help me look deep within myself to find &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;, and I've done that and so much more. I found me, and so many others that were going through things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny. We don't choose the cards we're dealt, we just play the game to the best of our ability with what we have. I am grateful to have found love...It surrounds me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we think of the things that are going wrong in our life, and we lose focus of all the things that are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am thinking about all the time I don't have to do things that I like, and didn't stop to consider the time that I have to do the things that I cherish the most...being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; the look on my child's face when she completes and excellent dance performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; the smile that my husband gives me before he walks out the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; the choice that I made to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; the abundance of little things that give me joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that I haven't allowed being married to define me. It is a state of being, but it is not who I am. I was a woman before I became a wife. Too many people get lost in the thought of being married, and lose focus on themselves and the person that they married in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is&lt;/strong&gt; a process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to look at your life. Are you happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-711025227739672867?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/711025227739672867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=711025227739672867' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/711025227739672867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/711025227739672867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-livinstill-luvin.html' title='Still Livin&apos;...Still Luvin...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-5084989767895787152</id><published>2007-07-23T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:19:33.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvin' My Life These Days</title><content type='html'>This new job has me busy ALL THE TIME. I love it though. I'm traveling and meeting lots of new people. I hardly have time to blog. All of my extra time is spent with my family. The good thin about my job is that my daughter gets to travel with me during the summer. We just got back home last night. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say hello to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is in Japan. He won't be back until tomorrow night. I really miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough about me for now. I have tons of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, next time. I hope all is well with all my favorite bloggers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-5084989767895787152?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/5084989767895787152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=5084989767895787152' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5084989767895787152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5084989767895787152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/07/luvin-my-life-these-days.html' title='Luvin&apos; My Life These Days'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-8047136292035508376</id><published>2007-06-14T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:09:36.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stopping By....</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if anyone still stops by here, but if so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me well on my marriage. I am soooo happy these days. The new job has me traveling and doing all sorts of things. Today was the first day I've rested since I took over the position. More money means more work, that's for sure. Things are still good with me, even better in some cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking my daughter on a Disney Cruise next week. We leave tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hubby to wait on the new baby thing. We've been really busy so it was kind of easy actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what's going on in blogland...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-8047136292035508376?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/8047136292035508376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=8047136292035508376' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/8047136292035508376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/8047136292035508376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-stopping-by.html' title='Just Stopping By....'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-4489371873102479327</id><published>2007-04-16T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:25:52.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>We fly out in a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to take a vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in all of my equipment for work on Friday morning...My new job starts when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a new Me when I return to the blog world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lot to blog about but I'm like a kid with ADD and a bag of candy over here. I can barely concentrate on anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone in my blog fam is doing okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-4489371873102479327?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/4489371873102479327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=4489371873102479327' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4489371873102479327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4489371873102479327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/04/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-1141066071595649693</id><published>2007-04-09T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:58:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From My Heart</title><content type='html'>That's the name of our song...Every note, every lyric, has become a part of me. Not just because it was written for me, but because it is the perfect song that describes what he feels for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awakened by the sound of his voice...he sang to me this morning. Normally I'm not the person to mess with in the morning, but today was different. He sang as he got up. He sang as he made breakfast. He was in a good mood this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, I saw a note of the pillow. It was so beautiful...It was a true, note from his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been hectic...All the planning,last minute arrangements, and work have been monopolizing my time but we are managing to keep it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The merger for my companies robotics department will be finalized while I'm away, so when I get back I'll be working for a new company. I'll be doing a little more but for what they're paying me, I don't mind one bit. The good thing about it is, my boss got a promotion and he's taking me up with him! Now I have a higher income potential and there's no salary cap...Can you say Yaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man and I have been working together on all the details of the wedding, the house...everything. We make a heck of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a big family/friends get together this weekend. Diva and Softspoken have put together a talent show dedicated to us. I can only imagine what my friends and family will say and do. Food, family, friend and fun...What a combination. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well in blogland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-1141066071595649693?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/1141066071595649693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=1141066071595649693' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1141066071595649693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1141066071595649693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/04/notes-from-my-heart.html' title='Notes From My Heart'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-7004386501941751969</id><published>2007-03-30T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:58:04.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Practicing...</title><content type='html'>My man is so happy...He showed me his appreciation over and over again...hence the reason I have been MIA this week. We took a couple of days off together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be leaving in 3 weeks to tie the knot! I am so excited. After that I will be taking a break from blogging for a while.  I have so much going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me..what's going on with everyone these days? Any big plans coming up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-7004386501941751969?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/7004386501941751969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=7004386501941751969' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7004386501941751969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7004386501941751969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/weve-been-practicing.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Practicing...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-4499434964222930278</id><published>2007-03-26T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:20:38.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Square One...</title><content type='html'>New beginnings can be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like starting over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got baby fever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm giving in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want another child?  Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for one right now?   I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to make him happy?   Always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I compromise my own happiness in the process?  Not a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy to have his baby?  Yes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ready for a child.  He wants to start working on it as soon as we are married.  My doctor says that I am healthy and my body is ready.  Mentally, I'm not sure.  I know it will be different this time around.   I promised to give him ONE child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a few days to think it over.  I'm going to tell him as soon as he wakes up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-4499434964222930278?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/4499434964222930278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=4499434964222930278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4499434964222930278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4499434964222930278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/square-one.html' title='Square One...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-5820357144361135351</id><published>2007-03-21T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:27:32.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Good Music Go?</title><content type='html'>It's mid week and I've finally found time to post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your 5 favorite songs of all time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your favorite artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What genre of music do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting down the music of today, because I find myself bobbing my head to the beat but the lyrics leave me wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think has caused the change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a song that you think is ridiculous, but you feel yourself dancing to...or worst than that, singing all the words?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-5820357144361135351?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/5820357144361135351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=5820357144361135351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5820357144361135351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5820357144361135351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-did-good-music-go.html' title='Where Did the Good Music Go?'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-1595357158289870115</id><published>2007-03-16T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:30:55.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Freakin' Weekend!</title><content type='html'>...and that's what I plan to do. Freak all weekend long! Spring Break is almost over and my daughter will be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Luvin Me spirit, I have to leave you with a question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had to think of only ONE word that best describes you , what would it be and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word would have to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I do things when I feel like doing them, and not a moment sooner. How my day goes, depends on my mood when I wake up. People say hello to me and depending on how I'm feeling, I might say something and I might not. Get me upset and I will kill you with words. Get on my bad side and it's all over. Earn my trust , and you have a friend for life. You might like me and you might not, depends on the day. I don't say things to offend people I don't know. Most of the time, I just don't say anything. I'm not saying it's right, I'm just saying it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-1595357158289870115?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/1595357158289870115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=1595357158289870115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1595357158289870115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1595357158289870115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-freakin-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s The Freakin&apos; Weekend!'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-1406164031348495201</id><published>2007-03-14T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:57:41.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day...</title><content type='html'>All of this alone time with my honey is making me fall in love all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so tired this morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it mid March already? Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am wishing for Friday again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so good to me? I know I deserve it but I had to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I too lazy to get up and go work in my home office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting up in my bed working today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I buy two sets of sheets like this? It felt like sleeping on a cloud last night....I've got to go get another set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did my friend tell me I have a glamorous life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things look so much better from the outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I find a store on the &lt;em&gt;outskirts&lt;/em&gt; of the city that sells designer labels at discount prices that no one really knows about? Why am I keeping it to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my friend want me to come and pick up my goddaughter when I don't even have my own child at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so excited about getting married? The closer it gets to the date, the more excited I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be one of those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-1406164031348495201?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/1406164031348495201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=1406164031348495201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1406164031348495201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1406164031348495201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-3489564334856428253</id><published>2007-03-12T06:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:37:53.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you with...</title><content type='html'>One whole week without my daughter...That means one whole week without dealing with her father's craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my child, but I love Spring Break too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much Friday. We just enjoyed a nice evening in the house watching movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I woke up to find that my man was already up. There was a little note on his pillow that said...&lt;em&gt;I love you enough to let you stay asleep because I knew you were tired. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, there was a note on the mirror that said...&lt;em&gt;Smile pretty lady, someone loves you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have terrible allergies, and he knows it. I dust everything. I can see he pays attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the kitchen. It was spotless. He left a note on the refrigerator that said&lt;em&gt;, I love you enough to make sure that the house is dust-free.&lt;/em&gt; All I could do was smile&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find him and thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows were open, and it was already warm outside. I can see that's going to be a hot summer if it's already this hot in the springtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on the couch in the den watching TV. He never looked up. He just smiled. He had on shorts and a shirt, but the way that shirt stretched across his chest...Whew. The shirt was a melon color which contrasted so nicely with his skin and his eyes. When I walked in the room he asked if I wanted to go out to breakfast. Of course I said yes. As he walked past me he said with a smile, &lt;em&gt;I saw you checking me out, &lt;/em&gt;and handed me another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said, and I quote... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you with...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;When I see you, I see exactly what I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt;, not what I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;. When I want something, I know that I have to work to keep it. When I have something, I tend to forget that. So I'll never stop wanting what I see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mouth&lt;/strong&gt;...When I speak to you...When I speak about you. Know that my words are filled with love because they come from a deeper place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hands&lt;/strong&gt;...I touch you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with tenderness. Knowing that you are strong enough to handle just about anything, but realizing that you are fragile, and it's my responsibility to make sure that you're not broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind&lt;/strong&gt;...With every thought I realize that being with you was the best decision I've ever made...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My body&lt;/strong&gt;...Is only for you...enough said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My soul&lt;/strong&gt;...I will never love another the way that I love you Pretty Lady...and I'll never have to. I know that you are the real thing. What I want. What I need. You make me want to be a better man for you and with you...We have a rare thing. Something that comes once in a lifetime. I cherish you, and I hope you feel it...If you catch me slipping let me know... Even though I feel like we are connected, I can't read your mind, and I have to know before I can act one it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for being the woman that you are for yourself, your family, your friends, and most of all, for me... Always...Your Loverboy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears, as I am right now reading it again for the umpteenth time. It doesn't matter how many times he tells me he loves me. It just keeps getting better that the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back in the room with his keys and a smile. He knew why I was crying...&lt;em&gt;I felt it too&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast at this nice little place in the Village...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother called while we were at breakfast and invited us to go fishing. I knew that we would be going because it is almost impossible to separate my man and nature and my brother knows that. I really wasn't ready to make my way back out to the cabin so soon though.&lt;br /&gt;The guys fished. My brother's girlfriend and I stayed in and enjoyed some &lt;em&gt;girl time&lt;/em&gt;. She's pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, we headed home. We all decided to meet up at Ambitious' spot. It turns into a party spot after 10:00. It was packed as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my parents had a big dinner at their house after church. My mother and my aunts prepared a heck a of a feast! There was food for days, and people I haven't seen in forever. I was happy to see my cousin and all of her kids. I hadn't seen them in a while. She has a new man in her life. I hope she's happy...I hope she doesn't have any more kids anytime soon either. That&lt;br /&gt;usually comes when a new man comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man was in heaven with my aunties. They spoil him. He doesn't have to lift a finger when he's around them and he eats it up. It was okay though. He deserves it. As usual, I was the go get it girl, but I'm used to it. Why should it stop just because I'm grown...As my mother always says, she's the same number of years older than me that she was when I was born, and that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home Sunday evening and capped the weekend off just right...again, and again, and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, but it was well worth it. As you can see, my weekend was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read my letter again. D*** it feels good to be in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-3489564334856428253?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/3489564334856428253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=3489564334856428253' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3489564334856428253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3489564334856428253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you-with.html' title='I love you with...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-3359514472623372071</id><published>2007-03-09T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:09:26.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Past Go...and So On</title><content type='html'>I knew that he would try something. I know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time of my daughter's dad and I having an amicable relationship...It will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to meet at my parent's house to drop off and pick up my daughter. We were getting ready to leave the house. The doorbell rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it to the door before my man did. He was already there. When he opened the door they just looked at each other. My man spoke to him. He says he has no problem with him. He just had to show him that he meant business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's dad just looked at him. He always has to bend the rules. I told him not to come by my house because I didn't want trouble. But he never listens. He has to do things his way when he's angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man just smiled at him, but it wasn't that sweet smile that he gets me with. This smile was a nervous grin that said, &lt;em&gt;Be careful, there's more where that came from&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was in knots. My daughter's dad had a terrible temper. I just knew he would try something. But he didn't. This time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tries to call, I pick up the phone and hand it to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to talk, but at this point if it's not about my daughter, I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to know why I won't talk to him. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to play games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from drama in my life a long time ago, and I'm not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been pulling some stupid stunts lately...Calling in the middle of the night to check on our daughter.  Going by to talk to my parents about the whole mess. He knows they won't comment.  They've always remained neutral.  They said it's the best thing when a child's involved.  Emailing me...He has lost his mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't worry about the past, it's never gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is look to the future, and hope that this fool gets some sense pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an associate who is asking for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is dating a guy. They live down the street from each other. They have been dating off and on for about 2 years. I must say that the road has been rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a a month or so ago, she found out that he has been cheating on her with another lady on their street. When she confronted him with it, he confessed. Then he told her that he wanted an open relationship, no string attached. She didn't want to let him go, so she agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to the wise...Never get into an open relationship with someone that you truly care about. It will never work because you'll always want more than they are willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found out that she was pregnant 2 days ago. She was told when she was younger that she would never have kids, and up until this point, she's never been pregnant before. She wants to have a child so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she told her so called boyfriend, he told her that he really didn't want to have a kid. That's the reason he dated her, because he thought she couldn't have them. He told her that he'd quit his job before he paid for a child he didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so hurt behind the whole thing and the fact still remains that she is pregnant. She asks me what she should do. The h*** if I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do in the situation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-3359514472623372071?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/3359514472623372071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=3359514472623372071' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3359514472623372071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3359514472623372071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/letting-past-goand-so-on.html' title='Letting the Past Go...and So On'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-112301329361158903</id><published>2007-03-08T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:52:38.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Memo To Self...</title><content type='html'>I have made several plans in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm meeting most of my goals, but they never seem to come in the order I expect them to. I must say things have worked out for the best, but it hasn't always been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish college...Establish a career...Achieve financial stability...Date...Marry..Have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to put things in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I've realized one thing...It doesn't matter how you get there...Just get there. Life's not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for now....I had a fairly good weekend. My allergies have been driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather was nice, we went out in our boat. I always get a little scared being out in open water like that. That's why I prefer not to go on cruises. I'd rather fly to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;We went away to our cabin. Softspoken and his &lt;em&gt;friend &lt;/em&gt;were there. Ambitious and his girl came along as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relaxed and enjoyed my friends...drama free. My daughter enjoyed it out there as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out there in such a peaceful place gave me a lot of time to think, reflect, and take in everything that is going on with me now...The wilderness took it's toll on my allergies though. I had a good time while I was there, but I payed for it when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in full force soon, and I have some things to tell as far as my man and my ex are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-112301329361158903?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/112301329361158903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=112301329361158903' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/112301329361158903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/112301329361158903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/memo-to-self.html' title='Memo To Self...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-6917265984133861059</id><published>2007-03-06T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:25:31.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feeling Up To Blogging Much...</title><content type='html'>I've been a little under the weather...But I'm feeling better today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with my fellow bloggers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-6917265984133861059?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/6917265984133861059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=6917265984133861059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/6917265984133861059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/6917265984133861059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-feeling-up-to-blogging-much.html' title='Not Feeling Up To Blogging Much...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-7376941983294255686</id><published>2007-02-28T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:41:59.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>So far.  So good.  That's all I'll say about the little incident between the two men in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go into the office to check on things yesterday.  People sure can straighten up fast when they start missing things.  They are doing okay, but we still have a long way to go as a team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather has been nice here, I have gotten back into my outdoor activities, but my allergies are going crazy! I have been watching my weight for the last couple of months.  I just haven't mentioned it because, the more I talk about, the harder it is to stick to my plan.  I have to just do it, and talk about it after my goal has been reached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, so far things are okay. I can't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's going on with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-7376941983294255686?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/7376941983294255686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=7376941983294255686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7376941983294255686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7376941983294255686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-1855881465461049760</id><published>2007-02-26T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:09:04.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Had To Happen...</title><content type='html'>I just sat there...speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew I would tell him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault that you chose not to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the father of my child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't love you like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took his kindness for weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disrespected him in his own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that just because he was quiet most of the time, he had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came by when you knew your daughter wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought he'd be at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you really needed to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you in, even though I knew in my heart it was not the best move. But I thought you may have wanted to talk about something that pertained to your child, that you didn't want her to hear because anytime you and I are in the same space, she's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood there pouring your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose to stay and keep talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came out of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked straight up to you and knocked the heck out of you without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen him get that mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stood there holding your broken nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were both sad and mad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wanted to help, my loyalty is with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't call 911. I didn't want him to get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove you to the hospital, I knew this was the end of us as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be your friend. You took it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not over. You are always out for revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you just let me be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've had that problem all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't make me happy, so why can't you just let me be with someone who can, in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I explain to your child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to see where this goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-1855881465461049760?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/1855881465461049760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=1855881465461049760' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1855881465461049760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/1855881465461049760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-had-to-happen.html' title='It Had To Happen...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-5550793518403303448</id><published>2007-02-23T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:32:58.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Your Weekend...</title><content type='html'>I know I'm going to enjoy mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-5550793518403303448?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/5550793518403303448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=5550793518403303448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5550793518403303448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5550793518403303448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/enjoy-your-weekend.html' title='Enjoy Your Weekend...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-3817117759956373830</id><published>2007-02-21T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:16:05.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares...</title><content type='html'>After meeting with my staff and hearing nothing but complaints even though...I make sure they are the highest paid in their field...they get extended maternity &amp;amp; paternity leave...I got them an extra weeks vacation this year...I give them a gift card to the restaurant of their choice for their birthday...I make sure there is money in the budget so that they all will get a Christmas bonus, plus an extra bonus once they get their annual reviews if their performance deems them worthy...I make sure they get paid double time for working on weekends and they don't have to leave home to do so...I give them a choice to either work Monday or Friday from home...not to mention the countless other benefits that are only afforded to them because I care. This is money that I can pocket annually, but I choose to be good to them because they have families and bills just like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoiled them. They seem to think that these are things that they should have, not things that they have to earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until their performance is up to par, all extra benefits for the department as a whole are being cut out. I will do this on an individual basis for the people that deserve it, although I refuse to restore all the benefits until they learn to work together as a team. For now, I expect them all in the office at least five days a week or until their work is complete. I will have to be in the office a little more, but I have to do what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I allowed them to upset me like this, but they just don't know how good they have it...If they only knew how many people in the company were after their jobs for the benefits alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think the grass is greener on the other side, until they get there and see that it's brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it stress me though. So for today...I could care less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, how's your day so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-3817117759956373830?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/3817117759956373830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=3817117759956373830' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3817117759956373830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/3817117759956373830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-cares.html' title='Who Cares...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-4235237372682423413</id><published>2007-02-20T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:02:59.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Expect?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why he got himself into this mess.  He knew that the man was married.  He knew that the man had a family.  He knew that he would always play second fiddle...so why is he upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Diva is falling for his new companion, but with this type of love comes much heartache. I wish my friend wouldn't settle.  I must admit, his new beau is quite a charmer, but I hate it when people cheat on their mates.  I just don't trust them.  I know temptation is out there.  I resist it as often as I have to.  For this man to be married, there had to be something there in the beginning.  Diva said that he tells him that he is very unhappy with his wife.  But the only thing that came out of mouth when he said that was, "&lt;em&gt;He told you but did he tell her?"&lt;/em&gt; Diva says that when he says anything to his friend him about his home life he avoids the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I've said many time.  I try to be there for my friends when they need me, but I can only do so much.  I can't make them think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you feel about people who cheat on their spouses?  Why do you think people cheat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-4235237372682423413?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/4235237372682423413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=4235237372682423413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4235237372682423413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/4235237372682423413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-did-you-expect.html' title='What Did You Expect?'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-878165339413064020</id><published>2007-02-19T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:55:25.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love That Man!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love my dress...The way it looks on me. The way I feel in it....I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he looks at me when I walk past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that he is aroused by my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent that he leaves on his pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that he barely moves in his sleep. He sleeps so peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he bites the corner of his bottom lip when he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he has a little more pep in his step the morning after we've had a &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The softness of his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he gets a little irritated when I don't pay attention to him. He'll do small things to try to distract me. The more he does, the harder I try to ignore him. Then we both end up laughing and he wins the little game because I am distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he never lets me forget that I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that he never allows me to feel unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he comforts me just when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he gives me a little something extra at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend with my man. The weather was pretty nice, so we got out and enjoyed it. I'm sure that we'll have many more great times. I can't say what the future will hold, but I can say that I am loving what I have right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How was your weekend? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-878165339413064020?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/878165339413064020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=878165339413064020' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/878165339413064020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/878165339413064020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-that-man.html' title='I Love That Man!'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-2277444732324311676</id><published>2007-02-16T06:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:49:04.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rhyme for The Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As I look in the mirror I finally see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that's been hiding inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the years of sadness and worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helps me to appreciate happiness in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good man and my family is fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life that I live is finally mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free of anger, fear and destruction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free of the people who've caused much corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for today...tomorrow...forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquering the storm despite the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up in my mind that I will be strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when people do me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have control of the path that I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have control over decisions I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't control the future I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm in control of Luvin' Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end posts with questions that perplex us all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'll ask something small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you love, the things you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the things you celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post it for all to see, let me know when you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can stop by to visit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem silly but it relieves stress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think of your problems less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time we shall see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'll take on the challenge from Luvin Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-2277444732324311676?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/2277444732324311676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=2277444732324311676' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/2277444732324311676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/2277444732324311676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/rhyme-for-time.html' title='A Rhyme for The Time...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-7812921194359201061</id><published>2007-02-13T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:31:15.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why This...Why Now?</title><content type='html'>Why does he keep beggin' me not to go through with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just realize that he and I were not meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he see that our season is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't he just stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he call me during the day while my man is at work, just to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he ask me to let my man go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he try to have this conversation with me 8 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel sorry for him, but not sorry enough to give up the best man I ever had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he make me feel sad when I am supposed to be in state of pure bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I ignore his calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he try to use our child as a crutch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't he thinking of our child when we broke up years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he trying to reignite a flame that went out long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just be happy for me, because I'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's dad is at it again. Stronger than ever now. I'm not having it. I have given him so many chances to stop calling...but he won't let it go. This may cause some friction on the home front because I have to tell my man what's going on. I feel so guilty laying next to him knowing that another man is begging me to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any other situation, it would be easy...but he is impossible. I have to see him because I have a child with him but why can't he just stop acting this way. He knows that it's been over for a long time. I don't lead him on. I don't play games. So why can't he just STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-7812921194359201061?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/7812921194359201061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=7812921194359201061' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7812921194359201061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/7812921194359201061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-thiswhy-now.html' title='Why This...Why Now?'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-424682579855519793</id><published>2007-02-12T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:51:29.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Me Time...</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a little time for myself today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pampering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I need it badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Until Next time...Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-424682579855519793?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/424682579855519793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=424682579855519793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/424682579855519793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/424682579855519793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-me-time.html' title='Some Me Time...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20482946.post-5979243994292788121</id><published>2007-02-09T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:42:25.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said Too Much...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Angel, Ambitious, Softspoken and I all met up. They wanted to have drinks, and I was along for the ride. We went to Ambitious' bar. He has hired a manager and he has taken the back seat with plans to open a new bar soon. There was a new waitress that must have been hired recently working our table. She had no clue of who she was serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took our orders and got them back in a timely manner. Then she came back to the table trying to make conversation, but she tried just a little too hard. She was talking about how she liked rap music and how she was down. I just sat there in disbelief knowing that this would be her last night working there. She was telling us how she had a baby by a black man and how she felt close to us because of her child. The whole time we just sat there looking at her. No one said thing. After she realized that she was having a conversation with herself, she walked away from our table to refresh the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back to the table. She must not have been wrapped too tight because if I had just gotten out of a conversation where I could see that the whole table was obviously not into what I was saying, I would definitely not try to start another one. But still she want on. She talked about how she loved our hair and how she was moving to the hood so that her child could be raised around more black people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was having a bad night...I couldn't even get offended because in my mind all I could do was feel sorry for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious was fuming. He has the ability to keep his cool in challenging situations. He asked to speak to the lady's manager. She had a confused look on her face and asked why, then went to find him when Ambitious did not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she and the manger came out the back, he had a nervous grin on his face. He could see that Ambitious was upset so he and the lady walked over to our table quickly. He said to the manager, &lt;em&gt;"How are you this evening?"&lt;/em&gt; The manager answered, &lt;em&gt;"Fine how are you sir?" &lt;/em&gt;Then Ambitious said,&lt;em&gt; "Offended, and I'd like another server please."&lt;/em&gt; The manger looked at Ambitious and waited for him to say more but he didn't. By now we were done eating so he knew that he didn't mean he wanted another server at our table, but another server in general. The lady just stood there, still not knowing what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager and Ambitious went to the back and came out shortly after. Then the manager took the girl in the back and she came out later with the jacket on and her purse on her shoulder. She started to cry when she looked in our direction, knowing now the she had been talking to the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, Ambitious told us that she was fired because she had gotten too personal with the customers. What if he had been someone else? He said he had worked too hard to watch all that he had built be broken down by another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how I felt. Even though I am greatly invested in the business, I choose to remain a silent partner and allow him to run things his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you feel in this situation? Would you be offended? Would you you have fired the lady? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I had a problem at his bar. My man and I went there to eat once and we got terrible service. I don't know if I was more upset because it was my friend's place or because my money was invested in this place. Since then service had improved greatly until now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20482946-5979243994292788121?l=time2luvme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/feeds/5979243994292788121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20482946&amp;postID=5979243994292788121' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5979243994292788121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20482946/posts/default/5979243994292788121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time2luvme.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-said-too-much.html' title='She Said Too Much...'/><author><name>LUVIN ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664665959735709881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15458235107292593351'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry></feed>