<?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-531046939198620500</id><updated>2009-10-29T12:56:19.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces Of This Puzzle Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts of the one and only Ursula Kelly affectionately named Ms. Winter Holiday</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-1135536321550659772</id><published>2009-10-29T12:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:56:19.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecount.com/wp-content/uploads/mj-rehearsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thecount.com/wp-content/uploads/mj-rehearsal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to see Michael Jackson's &lt;strong&gt;This Is It&lt;/strong&gt;! This is a must see for every Michael Jackson fan and anyone ever remotely interested in his music. Going into the theater I felt quite sad, the same way I felt entering the doors of the Staples Center for MJ's Memorial Service. I cried before I even sat in my seat. All I could think about is how this was the last "new" body of work I'd ever see from Michael Jackson and all that would be left is snippets of past performances, repeats of specials/news casts and fond memories. This thought alone made me quite sad and I started to cry as I played &lt;strong&gt;This Is It&lt;/strong&gt; on my ipod in the theater. I treated the movie goers to a mini Michael Jackson concert prior to the movie equipped by loudly sang vocals from my son Len. It was greatly appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the movie started I felt my body fill with butterflies generated from anxiety and excitement at the same time. The tears flowed as I listened to the dancers and crew talk about how happy they were to be at that place and time in their lives; to actually work and be in the presence of The King of Pop. I totally understood and wished I could have gotten that close to him in some form or fashion. The one time I was in his presence "he" wasn't there, just in spirit. I guess to some, this may sound like Idol Worship, but to a die hard fan and a lover of music... its an amazing accomplishment as he is a special gift from God to all of us. It was a bucket list item for me that I guess I can scratch off. As the movie progressed I got into the music and the showmanship of Michael Jackson. I was mesmerized and in total awe of him. No way this man is 50 approaching 51 and moving like this!! My son was singing all the songs at the top of his lungs along with Michael. He could not have sang any louder if I asked him to. I didn't realize he knew so many MJ songs but then again if that's all you hear you have no choice. Guess I did a pretty good job exposing him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From just watching this film I wanted to jump out my seat and run around the theater. I felt as though I could just jump through the screen and be there. I can only imagine what my reaction would have been in London...yes I was going. My finance is friends with Travis Payne the choreographer and had secretly arranged tickets and backstage passes for the both of us as a major surprise to me. WOW! I think I would have clawed him to death during the show! He probably would have left me there! LOL! We both can't believe that we didn't think to call Travis when we were in LA to ask to witness a rehearsal as they were in full swing when we were there for my sister's graduation. That thought is heartbreaking for the both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As MJ performed Billie Jean, my all time favorite song, the tears streamed down my face; not from sadness but from excitement and electricity pulsing through my body. I sang and cried all at the same time. MJ was right...Love lasts forever. I'll never forget, I'll never let go, I'll always celebrate his life and memory. In words of MJ...I'll let it Simmer!! Long live his music and memory. If you haven't seen &lt;strong&gt;This Is It&lt;/strong&gt;...please go and experience what millions already have...the magic of Michael Jackson! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Jackson: Love Lasts Forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-1135536321550659772?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/1135536321550659772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=1135536321550659772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1135536321550659772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1135536321550659772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-4512377065834501165</id><published>2009-08-17T15:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:19:56.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Teachers Allowed to Show Biases Towards Students?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAr-3xAbysE/SN_vtFRXcdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xUYNZZJukdE/s320/mean_teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAr-3xAbysE/SN_vtFRXcdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xUYNZZJukdE/s320/mean_teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of school and my son came home all smiles but declaring he did not like his teacher. I was not surprised to hear this because at the open house he hoped and prayed he didn't have her as a teacher, much to his dismay, he did. I was pleasantly surprised because I felt she was a woman who could keep him in line and plus since my child is somewhat sexist, it was a good fit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, back to the first day, he explained to me that his teacher from last year came into the assembly and hugged all her former students. Noticeably she bypassed him with not even a hello, to get to students in line behind him. Obviously it was deliberate enough for him to make mention of the snub and get upset about it. My response was, "Well you know Mrs. Heirs doesn't like you." My question to all you wonderful teachers out there...Is it ever okay to outwardly display dislike or hatred for one of your students?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last school year, my son and Mrs. Heirs had quite a few run ins, some were most definitely his fault but others, were not. Mrs. Heirs impressed me as the type of teacher who didn't really want to be there or wasn't enthusiastic about teaching when we met at Open House last year. Against my better judgement, I left him in her class. Now, my child is not a saint and he quickly built a reputation in her class. However, some instances, he was not even present for and was blamed. He got into several fights where he was jumped in the bathroom by multiple boys and that wasn't addressed only observed he was involved. It got to the point where I felt he was just being blamed for stuff because it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;. I had several parent/teacher conferences to which I always requested the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Principal's&lt;/span&gt; presence. Needless to say he hasn't made one yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as I said earlier, my child is not a saint by any means. He has attitude problems and anger management issues, however he is also a Gemini and has a surprisingly sweet side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for him and Mrs. Heirs, they only saw the bad sides of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I hated having to talk to this lady and hear her annoying, "Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kelllllllllllllyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;, its Mrs.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;! Ugh. I was so glad the school year ended and so happy he was able to start 4t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade with a clean slate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a parent, I feel that if you are teacher you should be able to put personal feelings aside and teach all the children in your class. You don't treat children like adults and display obvious dislike towards them. I don't care how they act. Send their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hind parts&lt;/span&gt; home and try it again the next day. When the sight of a child affects your whole mood, that's a problem and you don't need to be teaching. I'm not asking teachers to enter the realm of the Convents and flirt with Sainthood themselves, but I don't expect them to deliberately spew and yell harsh words at students either.  At this year's open house Ms. Heirs introduced herself with no facial expressions, no variance in her voice, no personality whatsoever, but explained she was "so excited" about the school year coming up. Whatever Chick! I'm really interested in hearing some feedback from all of you teachers out there. Let me know if my expectations are too high of the person I entrust my child to 8hrs a day or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-4512377065834501165?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/4512377065834501165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=4512377065834501165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/4512377065834501165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/4512377065834501165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-teachers-allowed-to-show-biases.html' title='Are Teachers Allowed to Show Biases Towards Students?'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAr-3xAbysE/SN_vtFRXcdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xUYNZZJukdE/s72-c/mean_teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-7869812976136776619</id><published>2009-08-10T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:53:16.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional vs I'm the Ish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trinity3d.com/media/ballistic_publishing/dartiste/character_modeling/dartiste_character_modeling_cover_400px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 540px" alt="" src="http://www.trinity3d.com/media/ballistic_publishing/dartiste/character_modeling/dartiste_character_modeling_cover_400px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a professional in the Entertainment and Fashion Industries, I’ve seen a lot of things in my day both professional and very unprofessional. However, I’ve never seen an incident like the one I was so unfortunately privileged to witness yesterday. Let me preface this incident by saying this: I’ve seen actors break down and run off stage, props torn apart with no regard to the artist, models show up to a photo shoot in less than fashionable clothes and no other outfits to change into and several other oddities. So needless to say I’m used to “so-called” professional people experiencing bouts with temporary insanity. With that said, I was completely taken aback with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I have decided to open a Modeling Agency. She is a make up artist and I’m a photographer so we make a pretty awesome team. We have met an abundant amount of “beautiful” young ladies, all aspiring to join the ranks of Tyra, Naomi and Heidi. For the most part these ladies have been very professional and respectful of my partner and me. We were fortunate enough to be able to say our experiences have been pretty pleasant up until this debacle. Yesterday we met with a model for the first time to conduct a few “test shots”. She brought a great array of interchangeable outfits, shoes, and jewelry to the shoot. She had an outgoing personality and a good luck. She asked questions and was cooperative. The first half of the shoot was absolutely perfect. I got some edgy and high fashion shots as well as some great beauty shots. Then she changed into a cute black and white dress, which she quickly let me know cost $200. My partner and make up artist decided that the dress pattern was dynamic enough for her to add some drama to our model’s face with black and white paint. She created these white clouds on her eyes and outlined them with black. It was very different but edgy at the same time. Our model flipped and said, “I gotta wash this off my face”, and proceeded to get up, go in the bathroom and wash her face without even taking one test shot. Our mouths dropped open and the room fell silent. Mind you we had another model and photographer there as well. Liken this event to being at a party and someone abruptly taking the needle off the record in the middle of your favorite groove. Huh? Are you serious? You are actually washing your face right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Aspiring Models: It is your job to do what the photographer tells you to do in the make up provided. As long as it’s tasteful, as in not lewd, you should be willing to wear whatever. You can’t tell a designer you don’t like their designs and you never tell the make up artist you don’t like the make up. Every shot you take is not going to be a “Glamour Shot”! I don’t care if you are told to put a corncob pipe on the end of your nose, your job as a model is to make every woman in the world want one. Ladies, get over yourselves, your “so-called” good looks and lace fronts and actually humble yourself to the point of being able to take and receive great photographs. Your job as a model is not to have an opinion but to provide a blank canvas for others to create. If you want creative control, actually pay to have your photos taken.&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/531046939198620500-7869812976136776619?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/7869812976136776619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=7869812976136776619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/7869812976136776619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/7869812976136776619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/08/professional-vs-im-ish.html' title='Professional vs I&apos;m the Ish..'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-6497716846364809006</id><published>2009-08-10T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:48:34.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gstatic.com/hostedimg/a9d732ba97f3abad_landing"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://www.gstatic.com/hostedimg/a9d732ba97f3abad_landing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I’m sure you all have noticed, I have not blogged about the untimely passing of Michael Jackson. Most of you know my story, my reaction, my trip to the memorial etc. I wrote an article for Midland’s Live Magazine concerning this and I’m currently working on a DVD of my pictures and video from my trip. When I feel that I can truly blog about this subject with out tears I will write an account of my feelings about him, his music, his passing, my experience purchasing "This Is It" Concert tickets, etc. I just didn’t want to blog again after the fact without at least mentioning it, but for now, its back to our regularly scheduled program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-6497716846364809006?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/6497716846364809006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=6497716846364809006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6497716846364809006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6497716846364809006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-2288270502529456948</id><published>2009-06-09T15:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:10:07.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does weight loss affect mental stability?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://topnews.in/healthcare/sites/default/files/Weight-Loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://topnews.in/healthcare/sites/default/files/Weight-Loss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know...you guys are thinking, "What is wrong with her?" But this is a valid subject and worthy of discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does weight loss affect mental stability or boost self esteem therefore correcting brain damage?&lt;br /&gt;You ever notice when a woman who is significantly over weight looses weight she looses her damn mind? Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;women who&lt;/span&gt; undergo drastic body transformations often leave their husbands, boyfriends, fiances, etc. ( I personally know women who have done this and one that is contemplating it) They all of a sudden believe they can do much better and most of the time they trade up. Why is that? Well let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women feel they are less of a person or less "sexy" when they are over weight. So when they get a man they are so happy that someone is interested in them, they settle. If that man happens to be good looking, then that woman has a "trophy" and is proud of that man and lives through him. Their world in centered around that man they were able to pull. Now secretly, that woman is feeling the pain of the weight cause things at home aren't what they appear to be. That man isn't really all that attracted to her and she spends her days and nights thinking of ways to either loose weight or rekindle the long blown out fire. Consequently, that man doesn't take the time to woo her anymore or be romantic or anything. As a matter of fact, he acts a damn fool, because why? He can! "She ain't going nowhere and who want her?" So now both partners are brain damaged and look at life through tainted glasses. So what happens when that woman finally looses the damned weight she's been carrying for years? Other men start to notice her and make her feel like a real W-O-M-A-N!! Suddenly, her trophy looks like Bobby Brown on a crack day and her eyes shift elsewhere. That man, is out the door before he knows what hit him. His take on it...." How could she do this to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; helped, I loved when she had all that weight. That don't count for nothing?' Nope, cause its all about how you make that woman feel. She should feel loved and adored at any size. Weight loss will just enhance that. Fellas, check yourselves!! Ladies, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; can easily be flipped!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These now skinny minis are often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;promiscuous&lt;/span&gt; and dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scantily&lt;/span&gt; because now they are anxious to show off that new body. Believe it or not, self-esteem has a lot to do with how others view you. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make sense ( self esteem is esteem of self, so you should feel what you want and F everyone else!) It makes perfect sense. You may feel one way, but when you go virtually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-noticed in a room, or you are always the one standing on the wall at the club while your girlfriends are dancing with men, that hurts. Sometimes you are noticed but only mocked because of how fat you are and repulsive to others. Better yet, you are virtually ignored and avoided by loved ones when you want intimacy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a real dream killer ain't it. (Brain Damage). You feel unworthy of being with anyone and start to disgust your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;. You start to co-sign with your partner and make fun of yourself with them just to cushion the blow. I would like to say we can get along in this world without others, but that just isn't true. We can spout all the lines we want, it won't change the fact that yes we all get lonely sometimes even when we are with "so-called" loved ones. ( sing Jill.....Cause I'm lonely whenever you're around..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking the "fat" people around us is a societal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mishap&lt;/span&gt; that is all too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. How about put yourself in that person's shoes and see how you feel. Imagine not being able to buckle a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; on an airplane and having to ask for an extension or better yet, imagine being thrown off a plane or having to purchase two seats! ( you all saw "Why Did I Get Married?" )Think about how you would feel if you waited in line for hours to ride your favorite roller coaster and was told you were too fat to ride when it came time to get on. How would you feel then? Its easy to say, "Loose weight, exercise, stop eating!" Yeah, easy to say but damn hard to do. So how do we fix this? How about encourage the "fat" people around you to get healthy and loose weight. Tell them you love them and want them to be around for a long time. Hell, work out with them, help them set goals and congratulate them when they achieve the goals they set. This way there will be less instances of "transformed" women loosing their damn minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes weight loss does affect mental stability. It causes people to feel free, to want to do more things, to love harder! Its up to the people in these folk's lives to determine what their position will be....supportive and loved even more or critical and left alone!&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/531046939198620500-2288270502529456948?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/2288270502529456948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=2288270502529456948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2288270502529456948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2288270502529456948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-weight-loss-affect-mental.html' title='Does weight loss affect mental stability?'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-2022562604231745167</id><published>2009-06-08T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:28:15.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week one done!</title><content type='html'>Well folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised last week that I would take you all with me on my weight loss journey.  I worked hard this past week and stuck to my diet, no matter how hard it got or frustrating or tiresome, I stuck to it.  I am proud to announce that in the first week I lost 11 pounds!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud of myself and looking forward to the weeks to come.  I'm heading to the gym &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; to crank it up a notch, look out now.  Hopefully this inspires or encourages someone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4: Stick to it! No matter what, don't give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-2022562604231745167?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/2022562604231745167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=2022562604231745167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2022562604231745167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2022562604231745167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-one-done.html' title='Week one done!'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-5104268165795470422</id><published>2009-06-04T09:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:23:44.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/Xina1/Sexy/3ZRjB3esgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px" alt="" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/Xina1/Sexy/3ZRjB3esgy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romance in my opinion is on the rise. At least the hope for romance, the anticipation of it. So exactly what is it? Well Romance is what you make it, it's whatever makes your partner smile and feel loved and special. So lovers, here are some examples of romance to spice up your love lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a Budget:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send your loved one a greeting card and write how you feel on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take your loved one on a picnic in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read your loved one poetry or mail a piece of poetry to him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Share an ice cream cone or waffle bowl ( courtesy of Marble Slab Creamery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rub your partner's feet or give them a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Run your loved one a bubble bath equipped with rose pedals and candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit by the tub and feed them grapes or strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When helping them pack for a trip, hide a card or letter in their bag so they will find it while they are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make a cd of songs expressing how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make your loved one breakfast in bed: french toast with strawberries or a nice omelet with a glass of orange juice. ( feed it to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a late night walk ( in a safe neighborhood) under the stars and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make Coupons that your loved one can redeem with you good for whatever you or they like or need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make time to be with them or talk to them on the phone for extended periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Give a daily "I Love You, I applaud you and I'm happy you're in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Give your partner a sensual massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Make a pallet on the floor in front of a fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not concerned about the dough? Try These:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take her to a very nice restaurant that's lit by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wisk her away to a nice tropical place and dine her oceanside, while there take a late night walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy your loved one a nice outfit and take them dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take your loved one to a museum or gallery opening or take in a show ( notice how the most dapper man in the country wined and dined his wife, take lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Purchase your loved one a new wardrobe or a few key pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Treat your loved one to a spa weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take an exotic vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fly away for dinner at an exclusive restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go sailing and kiss under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make love under a waterfall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Send her favorite flowers every week to her job or send your man a special gift to his job each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take a late night drive in a convertible on a summer night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go camping and roast marshmellows together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these help some of you romance challenged people and yes I have personally experienced most of these. Feel free to add to the list if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-5104268165795470422?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/5104268165795470422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=5104268165795470422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/5104268165795470422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/5104268165795470422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/meaning-of-romance.html' title='The Meaning of Romance'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-712915106306485268</id><published>2009-06-03T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:42:26.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things To Do This Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:GU3W__sVLZAYNM:http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/photo/2008-04/37441632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:GU3W__sVLZAYNM:http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/photo/2008-04/37441632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer I challenge you all to enjoy yourselves to the fullest! Life is great, even though you may be going through; find the great things in life and enjoy them. Here are some suggestions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Ten Things you should do this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Run you toes through sand at the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     - Take time to feel the sand under your feet and enjoy the squishy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stand outside in the rain and enjoy the feeling of getting wet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    - Do this only if you have acceptable, or weather proof hair! If you don't, get some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Go play a game of Laser Tag or race Go-Karts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    - Sometimes we need to feel like a kid again and have some fun for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tell that secret crush how you feel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     - Secretly liking someone will never manifest a real relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Be bold and speak your mind,  if he/she doesn't bite at least you'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Take yourself to a show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    - Sometimes its good to be entertained by others. Find a play, concert, poetry reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Read a good book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   - stimulate your mind with a good book, be it self-help, a novel or non-fiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do something you've never done before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     - time to explore new things and get our of your comfort zone. Try it, who knows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       you may like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do something that gives you an adrenaline rush&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     - try bungee jumping, riding a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, sky diving, etc. A rush of adrenaline is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Take a step toward a healthier you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     -Change at least one thing in your diet for the better; drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mona vie&lt;/span&gt;, eat more fruit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       cut out sweets, drink more water. Pick one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Commune with God more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      - Develop a relationship with God and he'll develop one with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus: Change your thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   - You'll be surprised how far a positive mind can take you. It takes more strength to frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      than to smile, so turn that frown upside down. Always look for the silver lining!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this has helped someone, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 3: Enjoy life, you only got one. Make the most of it. Its the little things that mean a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-712915106306485268?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/712915106306485268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=712915106306485268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/712915106306485268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/712915106306485268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-ten-things-to-do-this-summer.html' title='Top Ten Things To Do This Summer'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-3574140818871971665</id><published>2009-06-02T10:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:14:37.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating on a Whole New Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1O2gbiQI7GK96M:http://carpictures.carjunky.com/albums/Bentley/silver_bentley_convertible_front_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1O2gbiQI7GK96M:http://carpictures.carjunky.com/albums/Bentley/silver_bentley_convertible_front_view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did we enter an era when we should be ashamed of the things we have worked hard for? Excuse me If I offend anyone with what I'm about to say, but since when do poor people resort to vandalising the rich or upper middle class? You can't blame someone else for your mistakes!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying people can't be upset about losing their jobs or having their homes foreclosed on, but its not right to go bash the windows out of your neighbors home because they are still residents in good standing. This is America, where all things are possible. If you don't believe that leave and see how fast you bring yo ass back here. People flood this country everyday for a better opportunity and yes we are in a recession, but our recession is a whole helluva lot better than some countries' economic boom. That's real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So because we are in a recession, our President can't date his wife? Everyone assumes taxpayers paid for his trip to Broadway with his lovely wife. Uh, doesn't this man work ( and damn hard I might add) for his paycheck and didn't he write a couple books prior to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;White House&lt;/span&gt; that gained him several million dollars? People, you are acting like he can only afford to take Michelle to Cheesecake Factory or something. You criticize him for putting mustard on his hamburger ( he thinks he's better than us!). Please, my dad puts mustard on his hamburgers and he works everyday for his money. I mean if there was ever a member of the "working class" its my dad, so really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its gotten so bad that people throw things at other's luxury automobiles, bash out home windows and frown upon opulence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, this is a problem. The message being sent is that misery loves company and everyone should turn over their monies and live poor like the rest of America. So untrue! Okay, let's break this down: 97% of Americans will be classified middle class and lower. That leaves 3% in the upper class, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mongo&lt;/span&gt; rich, so to speak. Now, how did that 3% get there? Hard work, intellect, hard work, positive thinking, drive, and did I mention hard work? Now, there are some who inherited millions, but even those funds were gained on the back of likely some immigrant who came to this country through Staten Island and again "worked hard" and took advantage of all the things this country has to offer. These people but their pants on one leg at a time as do we all, so there is no difference. We can do it also, the question is do we want to. We have the ability to live our lives by design, we just have to use it. As Chris Gardner ( Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt;, Author) said this morning, " The Calvary ain't coming and your life ain't gonna fall out the sky." You have to go get it. "Pursuit of Happiness"...the pursuit part means you have to do something! Make a move, get a plan, set a goal and execute. Dreams are nice but they don't come true by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now the dreamers of the country are bashing the achievers of this country because they haven't achieved. Its not bad taste to drive a Mercedes this day in time. Dammit, If I worked my ass off for it, I want it and will drive it. What's wrong with you people? Now, I'm not saying don't be charitable. Give back, help your church, get involved in missions, help someone in need. That's what God expects us to do. The Bible says the poor will always be among us, so there is always work to be done. Be a Blessing to others so you can be Blessed! That's the key! Pay it forward!! When you help others you are Blessed beyond measure. Did you know Mother Teresa is worth more money than Donald Trump? Her foundation is rolling in millions upon millions of dollars, but we don't think about that because we see her dressing meagerly and always helping others. She's not flashy. I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; agree with having to look and act poor when you are not, but I believe in living within my means and getting the things in this life I want. We only live once, why are we spending our one time around the track miserable and not going after all we can get. If you aren't working towards something we are wasting your time here. Trust me, there ain't no do overs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop hating others for having what you don't. Get off your butt and get it for yourself. Tyler Perry, Chris Gardner, Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt;, to name a few, were all &lt;strong&gt;homeless &lt;/strong&gt;when they made a decision to no longer live that way. All it takes is a decision. If you don't like something change it. And yes, I'm taking my own advice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-3574140818871971665?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/3574140818871971665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=3574140818871971665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/3574140818871971665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/3574140818871971665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/hating-on-whole-new-level.html' title='Hating on a Whole New Level'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-6868855707328488388</id><published>2009-06-01T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:02:31.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change Gone Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb4eeqwRRj4/SiPeXBxMAsI/AAAAAAAAACs/5OgrK17Bx54/s1600-h/diva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342358070184641218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb4eeqwRRj4/SiPeXBxMAsI/AAAAAAAAACs/5OgrK17Bx54/s320/diva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well folks, I"m blogging because I'm embarking on a new part of my life. I've been quite unhappy for a while about my weight and now I'm doing something about it. I got myself all motivated and ready to go or as the ol campaign addage would have it: &lt;strong&gt;Fired up and Ready to Go!!&lt;/strong&gt; Rev. Run told me in his daily words of wisdom a few weeks ago," &lt;em&gt;If you are striving for a better, more fulfilling life, a little change in your approach can make a Huge difference!! (consider this) If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten, Change something"&lt;/em&gt;. I watched "Why Did I Get Married " 3 times this weekend and like Sheila (Jill Scott's Character) I was down on myself and my weight. So I've decided to change it. I'm getting married next year and want to be a knock out walking down that aisle. It aint gonna happen with me just dreaming about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, I've been quite nervous about this diet. Not that I don't want to loose, but because I'm afraid I won't. See, until recently, nothing ever went right in my life, negative thing after negative thing, so my mind is so conditioned to always receiving negative results. I'm so used to losing. I realize I have to change my thinking and therefore change my way of life. It took a good friend to remind me of that this morning. I finally admitted to him that I was nervous because I so desperately want this to work and I have anxiety about it not working. However, he set me straight and told me to just do the damn diet as prescribed and it will work. So, I turned it over to God, ( he knows my heart's desire) and I'm going full steam ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weighed this morning and I weighed 275 lbs. Ive never revealed my weight before to anyone, but weight watchers. Me revealing makes it more real and shows i'm serious. Im now accountable to everyone to show just how this can be done and will be done by me. I hope I'm motivating someone else as well. Follow me on this journey won't you? Here we go...This is my before shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson 1: God has already given us the tools to make the most of this life and live a life of design.  If you don't like something change it, dreams don't manifest themselves without action. Identify what you want and get moving!&lt;br /&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/531046939198620500-6868855707328488388?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/6868855707328488388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=6868855707328488388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6868855707328488388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6868855707328488388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-gone-come.html' title='A Change Gone Come'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb4eeqwRRj4/SiPeXBxMAsI/AAAAAAAAACs/5OgrK17Bx54/s72-c/diva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-1558382704668504797</id><published>2009-02-10T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:11:02.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Me Badd!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.awakening-healing.com/images/Our_Dreams/Awakening.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://www.awakening-healing.com/images/Our_Dreams/Awakening.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, So much has happened since I last blogged. We have a new President named Barack Obama, I went to the Inauguration, I turned 35...alot has transpired which brings me to this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Monday I turned 35! With that new year I resolved to make this year all about me and what I wanted. Turning 35 reassured me that I was going in the right direction. After Christmas, I prayed and prayed and prayed some more for some direction in my life. I got confirmation from my pastor on New Year's Eve that 2009 is mine and that the year should be all about me. Seriously, he said, Love yourself, let your past go, forgive yourself and embrace your future. These words really hit home with me. He was right, I spent so much time dealing with eveyone else's needs, that I totally neglected my own. I was the last person on my list of people to take care of...I wasn't even a close second, but dead last. So after much prayer and revelation, I agreed and decided to make 2009 about me and me! I prayed about my finances, my relationship, my son, etc. I decided to take a back seat and Let God have his way. He truly knows the desires of my heart and is ushering me to and through these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the power to speak life and positive things into it and that's what I have been doing and trying to do. Pray with me as I embark on this year's journey of self discovery!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-1558382704668504797?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/1558382704668504797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=1558382704668504797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1558382704668504797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1558382704668504797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2009/02/color-me-badd.html' title='Color Me Badd!!'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-8346496925380674215</id><published>2008-09-19T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:57:12.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jena 6, One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thejosevilson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/jena62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://thejosevilson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/jena62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I as I reflect on the one year anniversary of the Jena 6 March(tomorrow) I can't help but wonder just how better off we actually are. We all (meaning black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;) united for that time and rallied around these six young men, Mychal Bell in particular, and swelled our chests with pride. Proud of the fact that we could put aside our differences, proud that we would all burn up vacation days from work to aid someone other than ourselves, proud that we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingenuity&lt;/span&gt; to mastermind and participate in a march of that magnitude just like the days of King and proud that for a change we were involved in something positive period. Those of us who could not travel for whatever reason organized and held Jena 6 Rallies in our cities. ( Chris, I know, I know...you never got your Jena 6 T-shirt. I'm gonna purchase one just for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year we were all entrenched in black pride, unity and responsibility for our youth and their actions. So, what changed? It seems as though that day black America pushed pause to halt the Bullshit in their lives and pressed play on Socialism. Today, the bullshit meter is running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rampit&lt;/span&gt; in our communities once again. We have a black man running for the highest office in the free world and we have 80million black folks not registered to vote! And another thing...since everyone is all enthralled in this election, how many Jena 6's have we missed. How many young children are fighting injustice right under our noses while we concentrate on why John McCain picked Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; and how much money celebrities raised for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;? Then we have the audacity to not even be registered so we can exercise our right to vote so that these injustices can end? The gall to not take advantage of the right our forefathers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt;, bled and died for. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, my son came home from school telling me about a fight he had on the playground at recess. Yes he got his ass beat, but that is besides the point. Why are our children fighting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; instead of helping and looking out for one another even at this age. Train up a child in the way he/she should go and he will never depart from it. The children are our future for real. Its not just a Whitney Houston lyric. Who do you think will be taking care of you when you are old? Our children! We owe them the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to grow up and grow up correctly and in the fear of God. They need to know the importance of helping others and standing for what they believe in. We should teach them the importance of a good education and to never forget where they came from, to not have the crabs in a bucket mentality and to strive to be the best in all they do. So many of our children fall through the cracks and are lost. Well, I refuse to let mine fall through even if I have to beat his ass to do it. My child will not be a statistic, he will not be referred to by a number and he will not have premature dates marking his headstone, if I can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Atlas with the weight of the world on my shoulders and a phoenix as I rise from the flames of this socially inept hell. I will survive, my child will survive, my family will survive, my friends will survive. I will not fail!! I won't, I won't, I won't and neither will you! The power of the tongue is a wonderful thing 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/531046939198620500-8346496925380674215?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/8346496925380674215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=8346496925380674215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8346496925380674215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8346496925380674215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/09/jena-6-one-year-later.html' title='Jena 6, One Year Later'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-1192158978603249494</id><published>2008-09-11T09:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:40:58.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rhymeswithright.mu.nu/archives/images/wtc-9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rhymeswithright.mu.nu/archives/images/wtc-9-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blog today with a heavy heart and a saddened spirit. Today is the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy. I'm sad today because I'm remembering that day and the lives that have been eternally altered and because I'm thinking about the thousands of Americans who are still fighting this so-called "War on Terror"and those who have lost their lives. Today is the official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commemoration&lt;/span&gt; of this tragedy, but for many men and women, "9/11" happens everyday as the officials knock on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; doors and deliver the news that their son or daughter has lost their life in the war, sparked by 9/11. 9/11, 5/22, 3/19. etc. These are days families remember everyday as their lives have been altered as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got up this morning I turned on the television to Fox news and watched their replay of the 9/11 events as they happened that day. I began to weep and soon my weeping developed into a full out cry as I got ready for work. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I thought about each person who died that day without warning. I cried for the families and friends left behind. I started to reflect on what my life was like on that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning of September 11, 2001 I got up early and drove back to Columbia. I'm from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Inman&lt;/span&gt;, a little town in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; County, and I had spent the night their with my cousin from LA. My mom and I had experienced a terrible argument and I didn't go home but spent the night with my aunt instead where my cousin was staying. I woke up early and drove back because I had to be at work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cingular&lt;/span&gt; Wireless Call Center at 10am. So, I left around 6 or so. When I got home, around 8am I watched two episodes of the Sopranos that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VCR&lt;/span&gt; had tapped while I was away. I got ready for work, and drove to the call center. There my co-workers were all in an uproar. I asked what was going on and one said we are trying to deal with all these explosions and things. I said, "What explosions?". She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to detail for me the events of the past hour and 1/2. I ran to the break room and watched the news and there it was. "Oh My God, You have got to be kidding me?" I got on my computer and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; was flooded with images and stories. How did I miss this? I normally watch CNN as I get dressed in the mornings, why didn't I this morning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think about that day, I am reminded of a time in my life when I wasn't close to my mom. Our relationship was so strained, I questioned if she even loved me at all. Look at how far we have come and how good God is. We are best friends now and talk everyday and constantly tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; we love one another. God is awesome. Like 9/11, it took a tragedy to bring us together. We rebuilt our lives together though and that made us stronger in and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. God has a way of bringing people together with the strength they need to endure tough things. Let us thank God for his infinite wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I urge each American to unite with the other, encourage someone else today and let them know you are there for them. Don't let another tragedy have to happen to unify is again. &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/531046939198620500-1192158978603249494?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/1192158978603249494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=1192158978603249494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1192158978603249494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1192158978603249494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradise-lost.html' title='Paradise Lost'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-8124578483274435353</id><published>2008-09-03T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:40:46.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on you McCain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s.wsj.net/media/palin_art_200v_20080902093352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://s.wsj.net/media/palin_art_200v_20080902093352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I tried so hard to not jump on the bandwagon and blog about this but I couldn't. I have to. What was John McCain thinking by picking Gov. Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;? I'll tell you what! He thought all the women of America were stupid and could not possibly be interested in the issues and what's best for the country, but that we would vote for him and Sarah because she is a woman! As a woman I am insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind being able to handpick a VP is to really search and find a person fully capable of being president if something (God forbid) should happen to the current president. I'm sorry, Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is not it. This lady has been Gov. of Alaska for less than two years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I give her kudos for becoming Governor because I sit here blogging and not running for political office (yet). So applause to her for this accomplishment. However, this lady has no foreign policy experience have just gone out of the country last year for the first time ( she didn't even have a passport for the ready.) She does not believe in sex education in schools, as a result her state has the highest cases of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chlamydia&lt;/span&gt; and her teenage daughter is pregnant. I'm sorry Gov. ignoring sex education does not mean the people of the country will &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;not choose &lt;/span&gt;to engage in it. She is also against a woman's right to choose. So the right women fought for, the ability to take charge of their own bodies, is lost with this woman. But you republicans say Gov. should not play such a huge role in the everyday lives of Americans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. John McCain wrapped up his party's nomination &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;presumably&lt;/span&gt; back in March. So why did he wait so long to choose a VP? He could have used all this time to campaign with his VP pick and try to one up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Democrats&lt;/span&gt;. He waited to see who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; would choose because he was not confident in himself enough to carry the ticket. He waited to see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; would choose Hillary Clinton, and when he didn't, he chose Gov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; to gain those votes, again suggesting we women don't use our brains to think. We fought for our right to vote to be able to choose based on what's best for us. McCain doesn't even know this woman and as a result, they keep showing her family and talking about her High School Career and hobbies. He met her one time back in February and then talked with her one more time last Tuesday and picked her on last Friday. His own party can't even defend her. McCain refused to conduct an interview with CNN because his party rep "Tucker" could not answer a question about her experience and what decisions has she made as Commander in Chief of the Alaskan National Guard. Not only did he not answer the question, he tried to belittle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; experience or so-called lack there of instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll say this, for someone who is not experienced, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; sure had enough sense to pick a VP who is very experienced in Foreign Affairs and is Chairman of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Foreign&lt;/span&gt; Relations Committee in Congress. Shame on You Sen. McCain for thinking that the women of the world are stupid. I;'m sorry Senator, but your slickness, your so-called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt;, has backfired. Boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-8124578483274435353?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/8124578483274435353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=8124578483274435353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8124578483274435353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8124578483274435353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/09/shame-on-you-mccain.html' title='Shame on you McCain!'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-3622822859975495119</id><published>2008-08-29T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:45:33.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Pop Turns 50!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://michaeljackson-invincible-kingofpop.com/wallpaper/michael-jackson-wallpaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://michaeljackson-invincible-kingofpop.com/wallpaper/michael-jackson-wallpaper2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the King of Pop, Michael Joseph Jackson, born to Joseph and Catherine Jackson turns 50. I am such a huge fan of Michael Jackson and could not let this historic day go by without acknowledging it. As a young girl, at the tender age of 3 I fell in love with Michael Jackson. This love affair still remains today and I am a woman in my 30's. The music is timeless, genius and priceless. Even though MJ has had his share of problems, his music is off the chain. He is a musical genius. He went into orbit in the 80's and never came down. He is the greatest of all time! Michael, Happy happy happy 50th birthday. You are an american icon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-3622822859975495119?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/3622822859975495119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=3622822859975495119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/3622822859975495119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/3622822859975495119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-of-pop-turns-50.html' title='King of Pop Turns 50!'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-7060176820313532765</id><published>2008-08-27T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:12:27.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all Clinton Supporters to Board the Train!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.digitaljournal.com/img/7/9/9/0/2/2/i/4/1/1/o/demsformccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.digitaljournal.com/img/7/9/9/0/2/2/i/4/1/1/o/demsformccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be a historic day. We've already made history with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; winning the Democratic Nomination for President of the United States. Tomorrow he will accept the party's nomination on the 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary of Martin Luther King's historic "I Have a Dream Speech." We have come so far in this country where a black man has a real chance to actually become President. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying we don't have a long way to go because we do. Unity has still not been achieved. Its not a black and white issue, or male or female issue...its a humanity issue. We all have to get along and feel for our fellow man no matter what. The New Yorker's dealing with 9/11 put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grievances&lt;/span&gt; aside and helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; get out and survive no matter the color or gender. I say this to try and get through to Hillary Clinton Supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the Democratic National Convention, Hillary Clinton gave a dynamic speech about uniting the party and being concerned for the state of America and its citizens. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, we should be concerned about this right? However, after the speech they spoke with a young African American woman who is a die hard Hillary Clinton Supporter. She said that Hillary's speech was very Presidential and that she should be the nominee. That she would not vote for John McCain, but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; had to earn her vote and that he had two months to do it or she may not vote at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ms. Missy, not voting is the same as casting a vote for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt; because you are not taking a stand against him and exercising your right to vote. We have to remember to not get so caught up in the person themselves, but the message and the hope for a better tomorrow. You have to discern which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt; will best do that of the two you have to choose from. You can't get all upset cause your person didn't get in and therefore abandon the mission. Then this woman and many other delegates like her have the nerve to say they will cast votes for Hillary to be the nominee even though she won't win. What kind of message are you sending to the Repulicans? You are saying the party can't get past this and join together behind one person for a common goal cause your ass is on your shoulder. How can Barack win when we can't agree and work hard for the cause. If Hillary can do it, so can you. Trust me, she will alright and will have a great role in this adminstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face the facts people, Hillary Clinton lost. She lost. She lost! Did the mission for change die with her presidential bid? No. It didn't. It lives on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and the Democratic party. Don't get so caught up in the Clinton's that you can't see 2 steps past one of Hillary's Pantsuits. To me, that is so backwards. Yes, she made a statement for women. As a woman, I applaud that. However, Change is the message and you have to be willing to change to have change. Had Hillary Clinton won the nomination, I would be working for her campaign and voting for her no questions asked, even though I wholeheartedly support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;. Wake up people! If you don't we are going to receive 4 more years of repression chalked full of Republican, right-winged idealism! Can we survive that? I think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-7060176820313532765?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/7060176820313532765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=7060176820313532765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/7060176820313532765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/7060176820313532765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/calling-all-clinton-supporters-to-board.html' title='Calling all Clinton Supporters to Board the Train!'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-1396030765575247732</id><published>2008-08-22T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:47:06.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Emergency in Black America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:qictgEl6kFNfjM:https://www.shop.the-hellish-vortex.com/images/miss_black_america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:qictgEl6kFNfjM:https://www.shop.the-hellish-vortex.com/images/miss_black_america.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I picked my son up from his Boys and Girls Club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;After school&lt;/span&gt; program and as we walked out to the car, one of my son's friends asked him If I was his mom. He replied yes, to which the child then asked, "You got a dad?" My son said yes, yes I do. This second question bothered me. Since when did we get so far gone and our families so disconnected that a child would have to ask another child if they have a dad? Have our men gone so haywire that they are not in touch with their families? Even if the parents are not together, the child should not have to ask whether or not they have a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with these tragic incidences happening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt; Jessie has the nerve to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is talking down to black people because he is addressing this issue. Is he serious? Bill Cosby has been saying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt; and our people have taken offense to him. Why? He is telling the truth. When you throw a rock into a pack of dogs, the one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hollers&lt;/span&gt; is the one you hit. The black male in America has failed himself and his family. Granted, racism is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; and alive in this country, but that should give us motivation to want more, to do more, not to be just what they expect us to be; nothing. Killing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, selling drugs to one another...is this the way to get ahead? I think not. When are our men gonna step up again and accept some real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. A real man takes care of his children. Maybe the problem is with us, black women. If we wouldn't lay down with little, trifling A boys, we wouldn't have to worry about these boys all of a sudden having to transition to men. We should create families with men already and know how he is going to react to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. When we have sex with a man we must be prepared to share the parenting responsibility with him, even if we do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forsee&lt;/span&gt; we will. You never know what will happen. When it does, are you gonna be happy with this sorry A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nicca&lt;/span&gt; who is now your baby daddy? Can we please, please, please take back our families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please step in now in the name of your son Jesus. Teach us the way we should go, and how to go. Give us the tools to be better people and treat those around us, including our children, with the utmost respect and kindness. Lord, somethings we may not understand but everything is a blessing from you, whether good or bad. You desire for us to be kings and queens and reign over our own. We cannot do this without you Lord, we need your guidance and strength to make it through each day. We know it won't be easy, but you are there to usher us through. All we have to do is trust you and be open to change. Give us the desire and the burning sense of urgency to correct ourselves and do right by our families. The babies deserve so much more than we are giving them. Please help us now in Jesus' name. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-1396030765575247732?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/1396030765575247732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=1396030765575247732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1396030765575247732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1396030765575247732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/state-of-emergency-in-black-america.html' title='State of Emergency in Black America'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-8753447319905959280</id><published>2008-08-22T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:34:43.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hypnodreams.org/images/lady-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://hypnodreams.org/images/lady-dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Are our dreams prophetic visions from God or wishes our heart makes? I have this conversation often with friends of mine and we always try to interpret our dreams as they relate to our daily lives. However, the mystery is always the source of these dreams. Sometimes my dreams are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt; its scary and other times I can't make head or tales of it. Is there a mystery to unlock?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a child growing up watching Cinderella, I always believed that dreams were wishes my heart made and nothing more. It wasn't until I started listening to my mother talk about her dreams and how they always came true that I started to think differently. She believed God was talking to her through her dreams and warning her of ahead dangers just as he did in the Bible days. So which is it?  Or is it a combination of both?  If it is a combination, how do we know the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people have written books on dream interpretation and believe that all dreams have meaning. Some people even assign lucky numbers to certain dreams. I still don't know how that is done.  However,  I also believe they have meaning but are they messages from God or manifestations of what we desire? Dreams have always been a mystery. Some scientists say you never dream in color but in black and white and that the body has several dreams during the course of the night but we don't remember them. However, I dream in color and I oftentimes remember my dreams, especially the significant ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams can happen in one of two stages. 1) Dreams that predict the future. These dreams don't make sense to us most of the time, however as times goes by they reveal their significance. 2) Dreams parallel our lives at the time. Some of our dreams replay our lives and give us the ability to step back and view our actions. This could be God's way of having us step out of ourselves to see how we truly behave and what we should change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; pondering of this, I believe dreams are corrections from God in one way or another to make us better people. So many people say God speaks to us about what he wants us to know or do or say or not say. Dreams are a way of speaking to us because he does not speak audibly from Heaven, at least I have not heard this and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure I would have. ( I just imagine God having a loud, booming voice). So in a sense dreams are both wishes and predictions because our desires and wishes come from God because &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; controls all things. Yes he gives us free will but nothing happens without his permission, so all we do and all our steps are ordered by God. Kinda neat right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next dream you have and remember, examine it, pray and try to discern just what message God is trying to give you. However, remember that Satan has the same access to our dreams and can send us smoke screens to alter our actions and convince us to take steps off of God's path. The important thing is to stay connected to God to prevent this and to be able to tell the difference. With that, dream away and let God lead you. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-8753447319905959280?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/8753447319905959280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=8753447319905959280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8753447319905959280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/8753447319905959280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-thoughts.html' title='Twilight Thoughts'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-9039803969646324138</id><published>2008-08-21T15:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:29:39.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Silence is Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/355659959_6395c87048.jpg?v=1168684924"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/355659959_6395c87048.jpg?v=1168684924" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is a misstatement and an untruth. Words are powerful and everlasting. Powerful because they have the ability to excite someone or crush their dreams and everlasting because they get continuous play in the mind of the receiver. So keeping that in mind, it is imperative to be very careful of and take ownership over the words that are formed by our tongues and leave our mouths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tongue has the power to speak life, blessings, curses and death into the lives of others. You have the power to speak into existence the thoughts and feelings of your mind and affect the lives of those around you. With Power comes great responsibility. Our tongues are powerful and therefore garner great responsibility. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adage&lt;/span&gt; "Think before you speak." came into existence because once you say something you cannot take it back no matter how "sorry" you are you said it. Hearers of our words take them at face value and believe what they are hearing unless you are an established liar in which case you couldn't get people to believe you even if your tongue came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;notarized&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Choose your words carefully" is another one. The words "I love you" are powerful in themselves. The way in which these words are perceived is significant. Most people just say "I love You" meaning they love you as friends, a great influence in their lives etc. However, between a couple the words "I love you" mean just that. You love me and want to be with me; we are committed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Not I love you like a family member. Sometimes I think people say these words without realizing the impact they have on a person. They say these words with no regard to their meaning or impact.  Some folks can just say it with no consequence because they could care less, but to the person hearing those words, it could mean their livelihood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a guy tell me he loved me one time and I in turn told him back. When we spoke, which was several times a day, we continuously told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; we loved the other. We made what I thought was love and he just basically had sex. I felt one way and he another. Afterwards he explained to me that his " I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;" were merely expressions of his friendship and caring for me, but in no way meant that he was actually "In love" with me. How devastating to hear. My heart broke and my spirit sank at the reality of me letting this man into my inner most being and him saying afterwards,"I didn't love you that way." Are you freaking kidding me? You didn't allow me the opportunity to make an informed decision about this intimate expression of "love". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world does not revolve around us and we are not in this world alone, therefore our words will be heard by someone, if only God and he has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to act on our words  oftentimes giving us what we say we want. Another saying, "Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true," comes to mind. I could go on and on but I won't. I leave you with this, &lt;strong&gt;Don't say things you don't truly mean and mean what you say. It could mean life or death to someone else.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-9039803969646324138?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/9039803969646324138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=9039803969646324138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/9039803969646324138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/9039803969646324138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-silence-is-best.html' title='Sometimes Silence is Best.'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-6116217799124037091</id><published>2008-08-14T16:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:09:18.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Said This Was Acceptable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.meevee.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/06/bestresthaircut_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blog.meevee.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/06/bestresthaircut_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, Okay, I'm as big a fan of individualism as the next person and I feel I have a great sense of fashion, but when did it become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; for a man to sport a perm and a mustache if their name isn't James Brown? Come on.... Have we been reduced to witnessing such atrocities on a daily? I went to the hair salon and one of the male stylists was rocking this same swagger. Did I miss something? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I met a young man in Atlanta one year, this brother had on makeup, a mustache and rocked a perm. My friend and I screamed with laughter. However, we got to know this person and realized he wasn't crazy just eccentric. His sense of style was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt; but he was cool. I should have realized then that it was only the beginning of such fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mayhem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the new look of gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;? I may be wrong for asking this question but I can't see a straight man rocking this style if he ain't on stage. Hell, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; kept it masculine! Terrence Howard in Hustle and Flow kept it rugged! I'm afraid this freakish nature is becoming so popular that it isn't being seen as freakish at all, but normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; maybe I'm behind the times. I'm gonna call and ask my man to sport this swagger and see what his reaction is. Chime in and tell me what you all think of this. Am I close minded or does this actually look good?&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/531046939198620500-6116217799124037091?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/6116217799124037091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=6116217799124037091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6116217799124037091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/6116217799124037091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-said-this-was-acceptable.html' title='Who Said This Was Acceptable?'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-2490709245469307020</id><published>2008-07-21T16:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:48:52.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Pedicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photo/_new/080721-pedicure-hmed-630a.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photo/_new/080721-pedicure-hmed-630a.hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today as I searched the news for my daily dose of world events, I came across a story about a most unusual pedicure. Now, since I have have taken several cosmetologist classes I have learned about the proper way to conduct a pedicure. For those of you foot conscious folks out there who love pedicures...there are some facts you should be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is a such thing as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death by Pedicure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; This is caused by a disease called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Microbacterium&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fortitium&lt;/span&gt;. This disease lurks in spa baths in nail salons and seriously endangers your health. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; has seen over 600 cases of this disease in their nail salons and spas. 2 people in SC have been affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If a spa tub has not been cleaned properly with EPA Hospital Grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barocide&lt;/span&gt; all feet that swim there are at risk. By cleaned properly, I mean allowing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barocide&lt;/span&gt; to sit in the tub full of clean water for at least 10 minutes between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;customers&lt;/span&gt;. This helps kill germs that came off the foot of the person before you. Just a thought: &lt;strong&gt;How many times have you seen the spa baths in soak before you put your foot in it?&lt;/strong&gt; What happens when this is not done is the dead skin, cuticles and nails accumulate in the drain holes of the tub and cause a deadly bacteria. You put your foot in and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; to the bacteria. This can cause fungus in your nail bed or worse. Please don't ever shave before you go because then your pores are standing open ready to receive all the germs of the umpteen feet before you. Herpes is most spread not sexually but in the salon. How many times has your nail tech cut you? If they don't clean that tool they pass the germs on to the next person and so on. So, just watch where you go, make sure you get clean instruments ( watch them take it out of the blue water) and make sure they properly clean your spa bath before you engage. Now onto this new pedicure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying before I ascended my soap box, I read about a new pedicure where a salon in VA was using fish to eat away dead skin. The fish are nicknamed Dr. Fish and they feed on dead skin cells and such. Don't worry they don't have teeth, they suck. Feel better about it? Didn't think so. This salon used to house the fish in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;communal&lt;/span&gt; pool and let up to 8 ladies at a time subject their little footsies to the nibbling fest. They discovered 2 problems with this method. 1) Those people with excessively scaly feet got all the fish, leaving others with no attention and 2) the health department didn't deem it sanitary. I agree with that. Now, they put the ladies in a personal pool full of fish and change the water after each use. I'm still not sure just how sanitary this is but it sounds much better than the community thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of fish nippling at my feet both frightens and intrigues me. I think I would need to witness someone actually receiving this service before trying it. I know we all want to look good and all about the feet but are we going just a little far? We vain people will pay for beauty but at what cost? Have we actually come to the day where we have to stick our feet in pool of flesh eating fish to achieve the perfect pedicure? Please weigh in on this one. Would you try it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-2490709245469307020?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/2490709245469307020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=2490709245469307020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2490709245469307020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/2490709245469307020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/07/unusual-pedicure.html' title='Unusual Pedicure'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-441585297214367957</id><published>2008-07-17T15:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:41:28.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorority Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpha Kappa Alpha Barbie'/><title type='text'>Soror Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aka1908.com/images/396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aka1908.com/images/396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow. What a day I'm having. First and foremost...Congratulations to my S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orors&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Elite &lt;/strong&gt;and most &lt;strong&gt;Illustrious&lt;/strong&gt; ladies of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. on &lt;strong&gt;100 years of Sisterhood and Service to all mankind.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sorors&lt;/span&gt; from all over the world have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;descended&lt;/span&gt; upon Washington, DC , the birth place of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alpha Kappa Alpha&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boule&lt;/span&gt; and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Centennial&lt;/span&gt; Celebration. I am so proud to be a member and represent these beautiful ladies. I am also proud to say that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority&lt;/span&gt; has been honored by Mattel with an AKA Barbie! She is so beautiful and elegant, just like an &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alpha Kappa Alpha&lt;/span&gt; Lady should be. However, you know I'm not blogging about this just to boast. Of course I have to address the haters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, that our Barbie has been revealed, there are several "black folk" who have taken issue with her appearance. Mostly non sorority members I'm sure, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt; haters. Several blogs and comments have shown displeasure with the complexion of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soror&lt;/span&gt; Barbie. First of all its an honor to be able to say that. No other Sorority has been honored in this way. This is an accomplishment in itself and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Greeks&lt;/span&gt; should be proud of this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Soror&lt;/span&gt; Barbie is not "black" enough she is being criticized. So what... if the doll were chocolate she would represent better? Get out of here with that. African American women come in all hues. There is no one hue to represent us all. I don't believe the doll feeds into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/span&gt; about Alpha Kappa Alpha women only choosing other fair skinned women with long hair. I'm not fair skinned and I didn't have long hair when I joined. So what? My S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orors&lt;/span&gt; come in many different colors...long gone are the days of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;"Paper Bag Test" that so many people keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eluding&lt;/span&gt; to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only "black" people not comfortable in their own skin and its complexion have such a problem. I'm proud this doll represents me and my S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;orors&lt;/span&gt;, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not her complexion. She represents the Sorority as a whole as I do. For people to actually spend the time voicing their opinions over a doll that does not represent them anyway is ridiculous. Why not be happy that the features of the doll are true to African American women and not just the same white Barbie dipped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; as previous dolls have been. The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice is not always true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Skin complexion has always been the divide within our race. In the days of slavery, the light skinned slaves got to work in the house, drive the car, breast feed the babies, and cook the food for the master and mistress. The women were also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to be rapped, molested and sodomized at the whim of the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; master with the husbands not able to protest. So, they may not have been in the fields but were enslaved nonetheless. The lighter skin still didn't exempt them from the word "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nigger&lt;/span&gt;" and the lynchings. Knowing this is the root of all this division,why not embrace the many colors instead of discriminating against one another because of it? Light skin is in, black is out...vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. Let that mess go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's the tip: Get comfortable in your own skin, represent who you are and stop looking for others to represent for you. Be proud of who you are and carry yourself accordingly. You see Aunt Jemima is still a chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; on top of that syrup bottle and pancake mixes. Are only dark skinned black folks supposed to cook pancakes or are we supposed to boycott this as well because the image represents the black women cooking in white kitchens? &lt;/span&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/531046939198620500-441585297214367957?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/441585297214367957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=441585297214367957' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/441585297214367957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/441585297214367957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/07/soror-barbie.html' title='Soror Barbie'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-440405398382956191</id><published>2008-07-14T13:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:52:16.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sen. Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Yorker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Satirically Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2008/07/14/image4257658g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2008/07/14/image4257658g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the midst of all the BS news of the weekend a story has finally made its way to the airways. I guess it first got lost or bogged down within the rumblings of how much the Jolie-Pitts would be paid for the first pics of their now 2 day old twins, Knox and Vivienne or what Ms. USA was thinking when she executed a butt plant during the Evening Gown Competition at last night's Miss. Universe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pageant&lt;/span&gt;. While I'd admit it was shocking and I screamed when I watched it happen live, It was not as shocking as the cover of The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; depicting Sen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; as a Muslim and his wife Michelle as a terrorist. I'd heard about this cover yesterday, but it wasn't hot news yet at least not to the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, how sick or racist do you have to be to not only draw something like this, but what does that say about the powers that be actually publishing it? People! Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? I admit, I was once a fan of The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt;. Their satire was humorous and I clipped several comics for my scrapbooks. However, I never thought they would stoop this low. In their defense, they stated that the cover was to expose the stupidity of the Republican party and their senseless attempts to attach Sen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; to such extremists. However, the American public isn't going to see it that way. The cover will do the opposite, spawn more rumors among conservatives and confirm beliefs for others. All of these "so- called" journalists and their backwards ways of telling a story are actually hurting this man's campaign not helping it. Remember that cover where Sen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; was in the target of sniper fire? If that wasn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; idea plant I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand free speech and freedom of press but damn. Has everyone got it out for this man? Not to compare him to Jesus, but he endured similar persecution and we all know what happened to him. Jesus helped people, healed people and professed himself the son of God. Sen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is trying to help people, heal the nation of its racists wounds and strive to be the next Commander in Chief. At every turn there is someone out to stop his mission, each attempt bigger and bolder than the last. Bill Clinton said he would have to kiss his ass to gain his support and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; wants to cut off his "nuts" for supposedly talking down to black folks. They said the same thing about Bill Cosby remember? Since when is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;upliftment&lt;/span&gt; talking down. Since when is telling the truth and expecting change being arrogant? Why are we the most watched and scrutinized race in the country and the world? Because they are afraid of the power we really possess and we currently act less than desirable, some of us. But one bad apple spoils a bunch so we are all in this stigma and stereotype together. The moment we stop turning on each other and focus our energies towards advancing ourselves we will be an unstoppable force. Hey, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; are organizing...get out the sheets! Oh well, I digress. In a way, I'm glad these closet racists are showing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hind parts&lt;/span&gt; because they are exposing themselves for who they really are. When you know who your enemies are it makes fighting easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so much want to believe that racism is a thing of the past, but it simply isn't true. Everyday we are faced with new challenges in the form of laws, legislation, policemen, lower wages for the same job etc. CNN is even airing a special "Black in America". Why is this necessary if we are all getting along? Time to wake up people before we are all slaves again...this time in Corporate America instead of the Cotton Fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-440405398382956191?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/440405398382956191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=440405398382956191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/440405398382956191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/440405398382956191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/07/satirically-speaking.html' title='Satirically Speaking'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-1361856805822955749</id><published>2008-07-11T15:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:19:57.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next, Fly Naked?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/12/1221_airlinemergers/image/bn_usairways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/12/1221_airlinemergers/image/bn_usairways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation anyone? Not so fast, better have some extra dollars at your expense if you're flying. Today's economy has totally destroyed what used to be a great way to travel from one destination to another. The safest way to travel has quickly become the most expensive as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring, 1985 I boarded a plane for the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;en route&lt;/span&gt; to our Nation's Capital. My aunt, little cousin and I sat anxiously aboard the Eastern Airline MD 180 plane as we look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rendezvousing&lt;/span&gt; with our other family members who started their travel via Amtrak the night before. We checked several bags, which they lost, and carried on a few items. We were serviced with beverages and peanuts during our flight. I had a great time, other than being stranded without clothes for a day at the age of eleven. I have been a fan of air travel ever since. However, the Airline Industry has changed drastically since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when you flew, you were given several beverages and a full meal during your flight. Well as inflation does what it is supposed to do; inflate, the airlines cut out the "free" meals and began charging for meals. My airline of choice "Delta" offers several different deli style sandwiches and chips at nominal prices. You may however purchase your own meal from the terminal and bring it aboard. That's a good thing and a compromise to the meals for purchase option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9/11 the price for flights went up for obvious reasons. Flights now employ Air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marshalls&lt;/span&gt; to police the airways from terrorists prompting higher flight rates to cover salaries. I don't mind this at all, but now with the rising fuel costs the airlines have taken complete leave of their senses. I understand that it costs more to operate the flights now and carrying less weight burns less fuel but recent additions have turned me off from my dreams of Soaring the wild blue yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, Airlines announced fees for checking your second bag. So forget about packing your shoes in one bag and clothes and toiletries in another or taking multiple outfits for variety. Better learn how to survive on bare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minimums&lt;/span&gt; and get used to wearing those jeans more than once. It was bad enough they limited our liquid usage down to a few ounces forcing us to pour that much need contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; solution and moisturizer into little plastic containers, and charging overweight people for two seats as to not inconvience others. Nnow they expect us to survive with 3 outfits and a pair of shoes by charging us $25 to check a second bag. Dang. I always take two bags and a carry on. Now I have to scale back to one bag and a carry on with a personal item &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;; purse, laptop, pet etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when air travelers were getting used to the idea of either chucking up the $25 or carrying one bag, US Airways announced today that they will now charge $15 for the first checked bag! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. Are we expected to vacate with no luggage? And the bags have to weigh less than 40 lbs. Come on already. Just how much can you get in a carry on bag anyway? Not much and if you happen to be overweight the extra fabric to make your clothes limits you to two outfits! Just where is all this extra money supposed to come from? We are already paying the base price, the booking fee, the taxes and transaction fees, now they want us to pay to take luggage? A flight with a base price of $378 ends up being $498.00 after all the fees and two checked bags. Oops that's wrong. I forgot to add the price to check the bags on the return flight, so add another $40 to that. Am I missing the line for the free money handouts to pay these prices or did they fall and smack their heads on the runway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell these people that we , the American People, can't afford such as this. I guess I will have to vacation in the backyard as I blogged earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out US Airways explanation of new fees: &lt;a href="http://www.usairways.com/awa/Content/traveltools/baggage/baggagepolicies.aspx"&gt;http://www.usairways.com/awa/Content/traveltools/baggage/baggagepolicies.aspx&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/531046939198620500-1361856805822955749?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/1361856805822955749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=1361856805822955749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1361856805822955749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/1361856805822955749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-next-fly-naked.html' title='What&apos;s Next, Fly Naked?'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531046939198620500.post-5110603219383110223</id><published>2008-07-10T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:54:55.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Television Trivia Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/356/948/26/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/356/948/26/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What would we do baby, Without Us? What would we do baby, Without Us? I bet we been together for a million years, And I bet we'll be together for a million more. Oh, It's like I started breathing on the night we kissed, And I can't remember what I ever did before. What would we do baby, Without Us? What would we do baby, Without Us? And there ain't no nothing we can't love each other through. What would we do baby, Without Us? Sha la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Lawrence Hilton Jacobs. The PJ's projects were the Hilton Jacobs Projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 10 Stigwood Ave. Brooklyn NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In Da House...Debbie Allen, LL Cool J and Alfonso Robiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Capriti Green Apts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Goodtimes, Different Strokes, and Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Michael DeLorenzo- Det. Torres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Holly Robinson Pete- Show: 21 Jump Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Little Shop of Horrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Rags to Riches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Jeffersons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Opi Taylor and Richie Cunningham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don Knotts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In Living Color, she was a Fly Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 4 on the pilot then gained Sandra the 5th child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Raven Simone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Boxing, what's happening now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mike Tyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WKRP in Cinncinati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Alex Keaton loved Money. ALF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. White racist word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatcha talkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pow right in the kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gartrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hey, Hey, Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how'd you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/531046939198620500-5110603219383110223?l=jaggedportraits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/feeds/5110603219383110223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=531046939198620500&amp;postID=5110603219383110223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/5110603219383110223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/531046939198620500/posts/default/5110603219383110223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaggedportraits.blogspot.com/2008/07/television-trivia-answers.html' title='Television Trivia Answers'/><author><name>Ursula Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409227503690481434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11199501017631805506'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>