<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:04:06.131-04:00</updated><category term='Don&apos;t You Just Hate It When'/><category term='DJ Diamond Kuts'/><category term='The Crazies'/><category term='Old Navy'/><category term='FML'/><title type='text'>Just Blabbin'</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING!!  This blog has no real purpose.  Just me randomly blabbin, rantin, runtin, whining, and keeping you,THE READER, in tune with what's going on in my ever so boring life.  I usually end up starting things like this and never keep up with them; but after sitting here and reading through many blogs of others ... I've seem to have taken an interest in maintaining one of my own.  I'll do my best not to bore you so bare with me ;-).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-7144038767078572488</id><published>2010-05-27T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:08:52.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayne I Miss My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't seem to find the time to blog anymore.  I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I was starting school and man ... It's been crazy ever since.  Matter of fact.  I'm typing a paper RIGHT THIS MINUTE ... Well I'm supposed to be anyway, I'mma call this my blog break.  Alotta sh** been going down that I wish I could've blogged about but BLAH.  Yall seen that "Yo Side of The Bed" video?  Joint was tight yo.  She ain't had to .... n/m.  Don't wanna spoil it for you if u ain't already seen it.  Well Peace OT!  I gotta finish this paper before midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-7144038767078572488?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7144038767078572488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/mayne-i-miss-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/7144038767078572488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/7144038767078572488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/mayne-i-miss-my-blog.html' title='Mayne I Miss My Blog'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-2770537778800875565</id><published>2010-05-25T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:32:37.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No TiTlE Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sooo i went off to college... no more ball playing for me.  I was forced to pick up the books and be a regular geek.  Something I wasn't accustomed to doing.  Met a girl that probably changed me for both better and worse.  Our demise was probably all my fault b/c I couldn't seem to commit to her for nothin til it was too late.  I always felt that something was holding me back from givin my all to her.  I blamed it on me always seeing something for what it was at the time and it all coming to a crumbling halt in the end.  I mean, there was another high school break up that I'd gone thru with THEE most prettiest girl in America i still say today lol, the leaving my friends at my former school, the losing the scholarship... all that stuff  Guess I figured she'd always be there, but she wasn't.  Another let down .... I panicked, didn't know what to do.  All i knew was that life would have to go on and I'd have to move on ...  Sooo, I managed to be smart enough in college to actually earn a degree and graduate.  Finding a job wasn't all that difficult.  I preferred to be closer to home so i searched and searched but found nothing ... Then i get a call from a FORTUNE 500 company in VA and the details of the job were too good to pass up.  I accepted it, and here i am now.  Met a couple people here and there but it jes seems that everyone I meet is jes a complete let down :-\.  You get all interested and excited about sumbody only to have them slam the door in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The story of my life.  "Everything that seems real only looks phonier".  Every time I'm down and out, I picture myself on the football field.  Replaying certain events &amp;amp; plays that took place during my tenure.  I wonder why i do this...  Maybe its because football was my comfort zone ... I felt at home with a ball in my hands, hittting people, talkin shyt ... -hunches-  I dunno.  I've since found a passion in weightlifting... (im about down to 193 lbs now for those of u that were keeping up) :-).  That's just me ...  I guess not many of you knew any of this but YEP! :-).  I sometimes dream I'm back out there playin ball which is kinda gay I know ... but it makes me happy.  I was happy back then ... always happy, jolly, and lookin forward to things.  Now it's just like everything I get involved in is a hopeless pipedream.  Like now days it seems that every thing is a lie, I can't remember the last time I was truly happy .. I lived and breathed (is that a word) sports, competiting.  But I still strap up and go in head first cuz I know I can, I've been through too much to let stuff get me down ... i'm better than that.  O yea ... shout out to my Jr, and Sr year high school Math teacher/track coach  who told my moms I'd never make it through college because I sucked at math.  Guess what .... I graduated AND i'm probably making more $$ than you make annually.... BISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-2770537778800875565?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2770537778800875565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/2770537778800875565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/2770537778800875565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-part-2.html' title='No TiTlE Part 2...'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-6632823820138983059</id><published>2010-05-25T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:58:48.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No TiTlE  Part 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S_vyK9Z6UBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E82v3sSohCc/s1600/n177201863_30066305_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S_vyK9Z6UBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E82v3sSohCc/s200/n177201863_30066305_1694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475236042094825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I come to you today with a heavy heart.  Why you ask?  I don't even know.  I don't even have anything to blog about ... Well I do but I don't wanna talk about it :-).  Let's talk about me again, afterall, this IS about me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I remember coming up ... I was athletic little chap.  I was always the tallest in the class.  I had rocks for biceps ... I was IT.  I even once got recruited by a local high school just to come play football for them.  My Pee-Wee/Sertoma f-ball coach at the time suggested the high school coach come and give me a look when I was 12 yrs old in a game where I ran the ball 17 times for 254 yard and had a 70 yard TD run called back due to penalty.  So I still tell people i ran for 324 yards :).  SOoo interviewed at the school, didn't like it.  I wanted to play ball with my close friends.  By 8th grade I was on the varsity team playing special teams.  I never had a set position, I was placed everywhere and labeled an "ATHLETE" cuz I could play multiple positions. ... Freshmen year, the starting Senior QB got hurt during summer and would be out for a while so coach decides to make me his QB.   I can still remember stayin after class and him talkin to me and another coach "This guy doesn't know it yet but i'm going to make him our QB".  I remember feeling like "WoW, I'm only like 15 yrs old".  I preferred to play somewhere else where I could better utilize my skillset but he said "I trust you with the ball in your hands to make decisions more than anyone else out there.  I want you to go out there and learn to take command of the huddle".  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The whole rest of the summer I spent time throwing the ball, even went to the Manning Passing Academy.  Season came around and I did the **** thang.   We sucked as a team in years prior.  Probably winning 2 games in 2 years at most.  I started and the team went 3-2 in the starting QB's absense.  He returned and we split time at QB.  I was more of the running QB and he was the "pocket passer" per say.  Anyway, we finished the year 5-5.  I did track and baseball and was pretty awesome at it... Matta of fact, I was probably better at baseball than anything.  But bump that, f-ball is where the heart was. &lt;br /&gt;The next summer, coming into my Soph year, there were high expectations.  No more splitting time w/ the starting QB, the position was all mine.  I can still remember around this time, i was still a goody goody boi... I didn't curse or anything like that but when I was on the f-ball field, I was a diff person.  I felt like i HAD to be vulgar to earn the respect of the older guys and it worked.  They watched over me and treated me like a little brother.  I'd cry everytime we'd lose a game because I'd feel like I let the team down, my heart was just THAT big.  Everything was awesome, I earned the trust of the coach so much that he let me even call and run my own plays at times.  (I miss that guy) Even though he couldn't coach for ****.  A lot was asked of me at an early age.  That Soph season was tubular.  We made the playoffs for the 1st time in years! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Then all came down :-|. &lt;br /&gt;My moms and pops figured it'd be a good idea I transfer b/c my grades weren't all that great and they knew I was capable of better.  They knew I didn't care though as long as I had my friends and was able to play ball.  So I got transferred to this school w/ a prestigious football program.  My name was all over newspapers about the transfer ... it was kinda exciting :)..  But I was upset that I had to leave my friends.  I was called a traitor and still am til this day lol.  I vowed not to do my work in order to get back at my parents but that didn't work :-\.  I didn't have to play QB ... I thrived on defense at the LB/Safety positions instead.  I liked to hit people ... I was only like 5'8" 160 lbs but I had alot of anger built up just because I had to be there so when i hit ... i HIT.   I played some offense, primarily as a receiver and RB but we never had to throw the ball cuz we were that awesome.  Anyway ... talked to a former coach of mine sometime during my senior year and he said he'd been keepin up w/ me and wanted to see how i was doing, told me it was good that I was playin primarily on defense cuz that's what i'd be doing on the next level.  He sent out some tapes of me to some schools and I had a few come to see me, and one school who i refuse to name at this time even offer me a scholarship only to take it away due to the fact that I hurt my shoulder pretty bad, had surgery.  I don't think the surgery was all that a huge success.  I remember waking up on the recovery table or w/e you call it.  All drugged up, w/ the breathin mask on,  coughing uncontrollably, doctors running frantically; me being all drugged up had no idea what was going on... i just knew I couldn't stop coughing and coughing up blood at that.  The mask was all full of blood and ish i swore i was gonna die.  Turns out, my lungs somehome had been flooded with fluids during the surgery, docs didn't know what was wrong til they did a couple x-rays and gave me some kinda shot to release the fluids.  But anyway, after surgery everything was a big let down.  I blamed it all on my folks, if it weren't for them I felt that I would not have even been put in the predicament.  We did so happen to win a state championship though.  We only lost 2 games in 2 yrs ... so I didn't even have to cry anymore after we'd lose :). To be cont....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-6632823820138983059?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6632823820138983059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/6632823820138983059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/6632823820138983059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-part-1.html' title='No TiTlE  Part 1...'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S_vyK9Z6UBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E82v3sSohCc/s72-c/n177201863_30066305_1694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-290790519458707195</id><published>2010-05-04T13:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:18:12.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo classes started yesterday. Im still wondering wtf have i gotten myself into. I panicked bc i coulda sworn i had my textbook but i didnt find it when i went lookin for it. Turns out it was delivered to my leasing office like 2 weeks ago, id just never gone to get it. Theres an assignment due Thurs and i dont really have a clue on how to start so i feel behind already. I did manage to sumbmit my assigned bio. Most of the students are older, married with kids, and hold big managerial positions. Im always the youngest it appears whether its work or school apparently.  Work is hectic today, im actually energized, runnin around gettin ish done though, i kinda like it that way.  Lets just see how i feel after this lunch im bout to have. Haha. Hoepfully i dont get that &amp;quot;itis&amp;quot;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-290790519458707195?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/290790519458707195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/sooo-classes-started-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/290790519458707195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/290790519458707195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/05/sooo-classes-started-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-440419630089947843</id><published>2010-04-11T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:52:42.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t You Just Hate It When'/><title type='text'>Don't You Just Hate it When</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I honestly don't know the point of this ... Guess I'm  just in that type of mood.  **** happens to me everyday.  Just random **** really; just out of the blue type ish.  I thought about actually downloading the &lt;a href="http://blackberrysync.com/2009/04/fmylife-application-for-blackberry-free-download/"&gt;FML app&lt;/a&gt; to have on my phone just so I can log all of the &lt;a href="http://blackberrysync.com/2009/04/fmylife-application-for-blackberry-free-download/"&gt;FML &lt;/a&gt;type ish that happens to me on the daily but i figured wth ...  So here goes :-) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Don' You Just Hate It When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You go to the barber to get a fresh cut and that mutha***** pushes your line back an inch further back than it already was?  (which is why I cute my own hair now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You miss a phone call from someone ... You reach the phone just when the last ring hits, you immediately call back ... and the person doesn't pick up.  WTF did u go in 7 seconds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You take a chick out to eat and she order breakfast, lunch, dinner AND dessert ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You get up late for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You become friends with a chic then you later on meet her homegirl that looks 10 x's better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone in the restroom tries to converse with you while you're using it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're getting dressed in the gym locker room and some naked guy sits his bare azz on the bench where you're changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somone calls you 2 -3 times in a row.  Danggg if I ain't answer the 1st time then maybe I'm busy!  I'll just hit you back, I DO have caller ID ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You see a big, fat, obese person eating fast food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You want cereal ... you pour a bowl only to find that you have no milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A chick hits you up only when she's hungry, wants to eat (dinnerWhore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some stranger walks up to you and ask to use your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You kickin it with a chic for a couple weeks or so then she just kinda disappears w/o warning; you ask her what's up and she says "I hooked back up with my ex" or "I met someone I'm intereted in".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A chic tells you she's celibate ... then 2 months later she pops up pregnant lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're late for a date, as you're speeding through the green lights your gas light notifying you of low fuel comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You roll up to KFC after 9 pm and they're out of grilled chicken.  UHhh Really now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're out at the club and your FRIENDS expect you to buy them drinks.  Uhhh i'm not paying for no other dudes phukk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOu take a chic out and she's texting the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You texting sumone, and they ask you a question not knowing, you've put the phone down to do somethin g.... they text you again like "dude, answer me", "wtf are you?"  (It's a freakin text msg foool!  I'll get to it when i see it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People call you with the radio blasting while they're in the car and actually expect you to be able to hear what they're saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When you can't think of anything else to put on here ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-440419630089947843?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/440419630089947843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-hate-it-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/440419630089947843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/440419630089947843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-hate-it-when.html' title='Don&apos;t You Just Hate it When'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-4216439731564328334</id><published>2010-04-06T01:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:59:04.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why Did I Get Married Too?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vsmedios.com/cine/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/why_did_i_get_married_too_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 579px;" src="http://www.vsmedios.com/cine/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/why_did_i_get_married_too_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I took the opportunity to go and see the much anticipated comedy drama, "Why Did I Get Married Too?" trying NOT to get all caught up in all the hype.  I usually end up NOT enjoying the movie when I do that.  This movie .... whether I allowed myself to get caught up in the hype or not was awesome.  I actually laughed out loud for the first time in a long time  and I never laugh out loud in a movie.  I mean, I really enjoyed it.  I"m not even a big fan of Tyler Perry but I give him his props on this one.  I'll give it 4.87 stars out of 5 :) (nobodys perfect!) lol.  My dude (Tyler Perry) even stepped outside of his shell a little in the movie, shocked the **** outta me I'll leave it up to you to figure out just what scene this was.  Interesting to see that I just found out that dude was born in New Orleans, La.  Shout out to the BOOT!  Doing it big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard to write a review without giving away too much of the movie, I definitely wouldn't wanna spoil it for the reader but it's a must-see.   Janet did her thang, I was surprised, didn't know she had it in her.  Sharon Leal was beautiful ... I think I'm in love.  Mr. Perry again uses black stereotypes to his advantage to fuel the humor in this most recent film of his ... I remember reading wayyyy back when that a lot of us Afro Merican folks didn't appreciate it and how pathetic it was.  I mean the man's a genius ... If he's smart enough to note just how much we Americans (especially black folks :-D) love drama then let the man continue using the so called "stereotype" to make his $$$.  Don't knock em ... he definitely earned and made  my $12 worth it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.  Will there be a part 3 though :)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-4216439731564328334?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4216439731564328334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-get-married-too.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4216439731564328334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4216439731564328334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-get-married-too.html' title='&quot;Why Did I Get Married Too?&quot;'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-8661274499302546622</id><published>2010-03-31T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:53:07.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RavynRaye Tagged the Big Dawg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soooo Ravy's cute little nosed self tagged me in a lil sumn sumn that I know nothing about but I'm gonna do it anyway :)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ravynrae.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to check her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Hair -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grouchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Food- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream last night - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav drink - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What room are you in - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GYM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Fear - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you aren't - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blueberry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish list item - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grow up - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palmetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are wearing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pet - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something your not wearing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Store - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 1/2 hrs ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best Place you go over and over -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Baja Fresh (obviously not at the moment cuz I"m dieting :()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person who email you regularly - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Derricka (keeps me occupied while I"m at work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-8661274499302546622?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8661274499302546622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/ravynraye-tagged-big-dawg.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/8661274499302546622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/8661274499302546622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/ravynraye-tagged-big-dawg.html' title='RavynRaye Tagged the Big Dawg'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-5572171818747058373</id><published>2010-03-25T00:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:36:38.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Male and I Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6r2UHmVYMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v0AbmJmCMPU/s1600/IMG00255-20100325-0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6r2UHmVYMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v0AbmJmCMPU/s200/IMG00255-20100325-0122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452441124383056066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes I'm a male.  And I do cook. A male actually taking time out to cook for himself or even his family for that matter is a rarity now days.  It's more common you see the female in the kitchen slaving over the stove while the husband comes in from work asking what's for dinner.... I hate to see that ish.  Cook for yourself fool... wtf.  Cook the night before... do something.  But ya see me ... I cooks... I mean how else am I going to survive?  I can't go out to Popeyes &amp;amp; McDonalds everyday just for a hot meal, especially with my health conscious self.  Cooking is a hobby of mine actually, I enjoy it, I like doing it... i enjoy eating it more.  Only downfall is the fact that I eat ... A LOT.  I'm talking 4, 5, 6 times a day :-).  Every 3 hrs.  Of course I count my protein shakes as meals also; I try not to do more than 2 of those a day.  I don't cook anything real exotic, I keep it simple.  Mostly chicken and lean meats; sweet potatoes (drools).. I know I'm country.  Then there's this special recipe .. I get it from da moms.  I ain't gonna tell yall the recipe but its pretty effin awesome.  I think I might've perfected it, the ladies love it; one even stole my recipe and started feeding it to her boo :-|... aint that some ish?  Gone still my recipe ... and feed it to her mans so he could enjoy it.. -smh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But anyway ... I just finished cooking :).  Italian Herb chicken, sweet potatoes, green beans.  Yuummm.  Nice muscle meal.  Sooo I guess tomorrows menu's gonna look a lil something like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;: Protein shake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;:     1 cup oatmeal, 5 eggs, 2 slices turkey bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;:         1 Italian Herb Chicken breast, Sweet potatoe, Green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Wrkout&lt;/span&gt;:    2 Wheat tortillas, Ground Turkey, Cheese, Lettuce, Tomatoes, Salsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post-Wrkout&lt;/span&gt;:   1 Can tuna, 3 eggs and maybe a protein shake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night Time&lt;/span&gt;:    Protein Shake/Cottage Cheese .. or something slow digesting like that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;:-\  That's alot huh?  And I stilll be hungry.  Anyway, back to the subject.  I cooks ... I loves to cook.  Even after I'm married with a wife and kids, I'll still be cooking.  I don't know how often my significant other will even see the kitchen b/c I'll be in it so much.  That's coo though, my boo don't belong in no kitchen anyway :).  My grocery bill gonna be sky high but that's fine.  How do u feel about a male taking responsibility to actually cook?  I mean ... do you cook on the daily?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-5572171818747058373?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5572171818747058373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-male-and-i-cook.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/5572171818747058373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/5572171818747058373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-male-and-i-cook.html' title='I&apos;m a Male and I Cook'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6r2UHmVYMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v0AbmJmCMPU/s72-c/IMG00255-20100325-0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-7140588391849291298</id><published>2010-03-18T02:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T03:23:29.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness Time!</title><content type='html'>I never figured out what I was gonna blog about the other day.  Guess I'm getting pretty old up there.  Who cares though?  Especially now that it's March Madness time!  Have you gotten your bracket together.  The madness starts tomorrow and I can't wait ... and I'm not even that big of a b-ball fan :-\.  A co-worker/buddy of mine decided to put together a league where everybody set up the bold bracket predictions for $20.  Winner gets 70%, 2nd place gets 30% and I'm in it to win it buddy.  You can see my bracket, early predictions down below.  Maybe we can compare picks, then again maybe not since most of my readers are females (non-sports watchers).  I have to admit, I haven't watched much college basketball myself this year though.  Most of my predictions and picks were based off of gut feelings along with a little bit of research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much to report.  My cut diet has not been as awesome as I'd like but I'm gonna stick w/ it and see what happens.  Ermmm, I think I've finally recovered from not sleeping at all on Sunday night.  I don't think I wrote about it, but I slept a total of 0 hrs on Sunday night, i was dead **** @ work.  I ended up leaving early to get a couple hrs of sleep in then I went to the gym and had a sucky workout.  Let's seee .... O!  I registered for grad school today :(... Of course it's gonna be online since my life is sooo busy lol, I'll just have to find that motivation in me to do what i gotta do.  Anybody wanna help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Click on image to open in a new window&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6HULflm30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fcxAKxe7tMc/s1600-h/untitledb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 625px; height: 430px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6HULflm30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fcxAKxe7tMc/s400/untitledb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449870318017896258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6HSo-p3HHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rwOzIK2sZs0/s1600-h/Bracket.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-7140588391849291298?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7140588391849291298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/7140588391849291298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/7140588391849291298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness-time.html' title='March Madness Time!'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S6HULflm30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fcxAKxe7tMc/s72-c/untitledb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-1772187087973836245</id><published>2010-03-14T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:14:06.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo im mobile blogging while on the treadmil in my apts little &amp;quot;fitness center&amp;quot;.  I have skills, I know. Its day 13 I think :/ ... And ive lost somewhere around 6 - 8 lbs; down to 202 lbs. My arms appear to have gotten a bit smaller which sucks but i feel better :). Not walkin around feeling bloated and ish. I do miss eatin the good stuff and the cheat meals though. Did you spring your clock forward yesterday?!  I did!  Woke up around 1:30 pm :/ soooo yea, its messing with me already.  I was gonna post a blog about something significant but i cant seem to remember. My brain doesnt function well when im in the fitness center pantin on the treadmill sorry :). Maybe I&amp;#39;ll remember tonight while im sitting around doin nuthin. I&amp;#39;ll holllla later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-1772187087973836245?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1772187087973836245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/soooo-im-mobile-blogging-while-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/1772187087973836245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/1772187087973836245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/soooo-im-mobile-blogging-while-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-2844899750775141731</id><published>2010-03-09T03:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:00:36.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Navy'/><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to report.  Pretty pitiful day ... or past couple days really.  I don't even have anything to blog about today that I can think of.  I'm only doing this because my bestie got bored with her life and thought that I should entertain her by blogging about mine :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo today started off pretty bad.  Woke up ... took my vitamins/supplements ... hit a lil 15 minute cardio workout and started to feel rather nauseous.  I figured maybe it was because I hadn't eaten.  I paid it no mind and made my way to work ... and that's when it really hit me.  I ended up leaving work to go home, made myself a doctors appointment on the way.  Got home ... started playing a lil &lt;a href="http://www.crushfragdestroy.com/wp-content/gallery/game-logos/modernwarfare2title.jpg"&gt;Call Of Duty&lt;/a&gt; on the xbox and before you know it ... I'm feeling better.  Went to Wal-Mart to pick up a lil sumn sumn and returned to work only to go to the doctor an hour later.  I'd already figured that it was one of my supplements that I was taking that made me nauseous so that was pretty much a waste of a $10 co-pay.  Only benefit I got out of that was the weigh-in part; turns out I lost 3 - 4 lbs in a matter of 8 days and I can honestly say that I actually feel it :-\.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25184_557395833893_177201863_31647652_6972601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25184_557395833893_177201863_31647652_6972601_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news ... I started "tweeting", or whatever it is you guys call it.  My profile was set up LONG ago, I just never used it basically because I had no knowledge of the useless app and thought that it was pointless.  I started out with 107 followers (dont' ask me where they came from).  i'm up to like 118 at the moment so if you get a chance to ... follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/chadjavon"&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/a&gt;  Other than that...  I RAWKS &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/a&gt; (just thought I'd add that).  But really.  I f***s with Old Navy.  The majority of my work pants come from Old Navy just because they're that comfy and stylish.  I rawked my grey Old Navy pants today with my black and white chucks to work and I was ON if I may say so myself :).  The ish is cheap ... I mean it's quality at a real affordable price.  Can't wait to see what the spring line up brings.  Might have to swing through there this weekend to see what's poppin.  With that being said .... I fawks w/ Old Navy and I don't care what you think ... but your feedback is always welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-2844899750775141731?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2844899750775141731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/2844899750775141731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/2844899750775141731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-4233351640959372371</id><published>2010-03-05T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:41:14.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S5Hca2MjXRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uj4cbR-CJG4/s1600-h/100_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S5Hca2MjXRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uj4cbR-CJG4/s200/100_2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445375778250513682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;March 5, 1931, she was born.  Today, even though she's gone, we will and always will celebrate this day because its special to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You went home to him only 5 1/2 months ago and yet and still it's all still so fresh in my head.  How I had a trip all planned up to come down and see the family but had to rush home a week earlier after I got the call that you'd taken sick and they didn't think you'd make it.  Deep down inside I felt that this was it ... Your trips to the hospital seemed plentiful but I always felt that you'd pull through each and every single time.  But this time felt different different ... I rushed to you as fast as I could, holding faith that you'd be ok at least until I got there.  But ... I didn't get there in time.  I tried to talk to u while you were on life support hoping that you'd come through, remembering telling you just a couple weeks earlier about my plans to come visit and the joy in your voice to hear the news. &lt;br /&gt;Then all the memories ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The way you used to babysit me when the moms and pops were away.  The way you used to always have to find someone to come and pick me up from school every time I'd call b/c I wasn't feeling well.  How you used to always give me money in the amount of the age I was turning for my birthdays.  How you hated taking pictures (I think that's where I get it from).  Your special pinto beans and rice you used to make me after school...the okra you used to make when ever you knew I was coming.  The dishes you taught me how to make.  The way you'd hug and kiss me bye when it was time for me to return to my daily duties in VA.  The way you'd always ask how my girlfriend was doing even though I didn't even have one ... but I always knew who you were referring to.  The way you'd always ask me when I was moving back home ... The way you always used to tell me how the arthritis bothered you when I talked to you and how strange I found it to be that I usually ached wherever you ached; how it seemed as though every time  you went to the hospital I'd always end up there for something too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To the most genuine, loving, and all around mother &amp;amp; friend ... I wish you a 79th Happy B-Day.  Even though you're not here...; I thank you for my wonderful mother, the great times, the lessons, the tender loving care, and the everythings.  You'll always live on in my heart. Even though I probably won't be able to carry out all of your wishes such as marrying that girl you wanted me to be with lol ... I promise to do the best that I can with what I can.  I dedicate all I do to you now.  I'll live on without fear because I know you'll always be with me for every little ounce of whatever goodness it may be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;R.I.P. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-4233351640959372371?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4233351640959372371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-b-day-grandma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4233351640959372371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4233351640959372371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-b-day-grandma.html' title='Happy B-Day Grandma'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S5Hca2MjXRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uj4cbR-CJG4/s72-c/100_2115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-1506642448921139255</id><published>2010-03-04T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:49:45.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES FROM MEN</title><content type='html'>I received this in an e-mail earlier today and thought it was funny.  Interesting but funny.  Females take note!  We're so used to obeying your rules and following through with your wishes as to what you want ... Well ... take 2 minutes of your time to hear us out for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cxu587c%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt; 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	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:18;" &gt;the guys' side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:18;" &gt;must admit, it's pretty good.)&lt;br /&gt;We always hear&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:36;" &gt;The Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;From the female side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:18;" &gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;These are our rules!&lt;br /&gt;Please note.. these are all numbered "1 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ON PURPOSE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;1.Men&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are NOT &lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxyshortcuts"&gt;mind readers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. Ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work !&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;if you want help solving it. That's what we do..&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:18;" &gt;other one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.&lt;br /&gt;Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="ecxyshortcuts"&gt;Christopher Columbus&lt;/span&gt; did&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;" &gt;A&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-sp"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;We have&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; NO idea what mauve is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-size:18;" &gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt; discuss such topics as FOOTBALL or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(243, 243, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;motor sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape.&lt;span class="ecxecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;Round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-1506642448921139255?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1506642448921139255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/1506642448921139255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/1506642448921139255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='RULES FROM MEN'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-4394931812813072903</id><published>2010-03-02T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:29:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Jav0n" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Jav0n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-4394931812813072903?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4394931812813072903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4394931812813072903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4394931812813072903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-3840678072521241888</id><published>2010-02-27T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:13:08.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crazies'/><title type='text'>You Can't Do That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/a0071-000477.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=31D8FB54DE31AA50EB21B75D9A664D9A1551879FEA2D8B31F566C22F96722FB6EC7C5022FB410D56"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/a0071-000477.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=31D8FB54DE31AA50EB21B75D9A664D9A1551879FEA2D8B31F566C22F96722FB6EC7C5022FB410D56" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It's been a very eventful week to say the least.  I meant to blog about something that happen a few days ago but never got a chance to.  So anyway ... I was in the locker room of the gym after completing a workout session a few days ago.  I was justa minding my business, getting dressed as I was bumpin the sounds coming from my headphones.  Out of nowhere ... this just out the shower, big, tall, hairy, old guy wrapped in a towel walks up to me and proceeds to initiate conversation with me near my locker.  Apparently his locker was just beside mine.  He goes on to ask me what kind of supplements I take, what he takes and all that jibberish.  Now I was already uncomfortable because dude was talking to me wearing just a towel, but when dude went on and figured it was ok and cool for him to take the towel off while talking to me was a no NO.  YOU CAN NOT DO THAT ... I politely turned my back, sat down and put my shoes on to gtf outta there.  We didn't do the whole public shower thing in the locker rooms at my high school when I was coming up.  I never use the shower in the gym and I don't see how anybody else in there does.  Showering with other guys??  C'mon man.. But... to eachs own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;In other news ... Work yesterday was pretty laid back.  I can honestly say I didn't get a thing accomplished.  The day consisted of mostly meetings after lunchtime up until around 4pm so yea ... There goes that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I went to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://afrocityblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/hypocrite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; last night.  The movie kinda reminded me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; for some reason.  I give it 3.75 stars out of 5.  Movie had a few comical points that probably weren't meant to be as such but yea ...  The ending was pretty typical, but fairly decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimg.ugo.com/200904/9200/the-crazies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimg.ugo.com/200904/9200/the-crazies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 175px;" src="http://mimg.ugo.com/200904/9200/the-crazies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-3840678072521241888?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3840678072521241888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/3840678072521241888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/3840678072521241888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-do-that.html' title='You Can&apos;t Do That'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-8766263552515676891</id><published>2010-02-26T16:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:38:17.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Hypocrisy is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://afrocityblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/hypocrite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 200px;" src="http://afrocityblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/hypocrite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Originally this entry was going to be about my whole experiences with people here since I've moved away from the BOOT (Louisiana).  About how i left the comforting, social, and calm people in the south to come here to the rudes and know-it-alls of the great northeast (YES Va is a part of the Northeast, not the south).   But I decided to make it an open apology &amp;amp; admittance entry instead.  It just never ceases to amaze me the way a lot of people around here think I'm such an a-hole and ... maybe I am or can be at times and I do apologize for this but anyway ... here goes.. I had or have this friend whose always giddy giddy gum drop, happy go lucky like ALL the time ... and I must admit that I've been known to be pretty happy go lucky type of guy myself most of the time.  Sooo when we're around each other there's a 90% chance one of us is gonna end the day upset at the other for some childish and unexplained reason.  My problem is ... I get aggravated &amp; annoyed very easily and I don't feel like playing all the time ... and as a result when she's in the joking mood  ... I'm not, when I'm in the joking mood... she's not; and all hell breaks loose.  That and the fact that I'm a bit of a hypocrite :-).  I'll tell her I don't like this and that (her name calling) and she'll still do it over and over and over and.... well yea, I do my part.  At least I'm awesome enough to admit that I"m a hypocrite.  All of us are in some way form or fashion.  I do apologize though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;That and the fact that people know I'm the type of person with an awesome sense of humor.  I like to make people smile, make people happy and such but I get the "You play too much", "You're never serious" complaints A LOT.  But the minute I get serious I get the "Why are you so mean?" when in all actuality ... I"m not being mean... I"m just being serious.  It's what you asked for right??  SOoo I've decided to stop trying to plz everyone... I'm gonna be me and do as I does.  I mean ... why  ask for something when u know for a fact you can't handle it??  On another note ... it's kind of hard to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;express &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;what you're saying or HOW you're saying what you're saying via chat, email, instant messaging and all these other means of communication where there is no possible way that the person on the receiving end can hear the speakers tone of voice.  I was having a convo with some one the other day via text messaging and it went a lil something like this convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6:22pm (Person): HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6:30pm (Person): Javonnnnnnn!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6:40pm (Me)     : What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6:41pm (Person): Why you gotta be so mean with it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6:42pm (Me)     :  :-| wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway ... As i was sayin ... It is what it is :-).   I apologize to the person(s) that I went thru these events with &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; they even read this... which is highly unlikely.  :-\  Does this make me a bad person??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-8766263552515676891?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8766263552515676891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-kind-of-hypocrisy-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/8766263552515676891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/8766263552515676891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-kind-of-hypocrisy-is-this.html' title='What Kind of Hypocrisy is This?'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-5364951003858784191</id><published>2010-02-24T02:22:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:14:59.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Diamond Kuts'/><title type='text'>Cuttin Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4Tj3qtwOSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gfts8AQ1FFI/s1600-h/IMG00159-20100224-0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4Tj3qtwOSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gfts8AQ1FFI/s200/IMG00159-20100224-0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441724795268905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Those of you who know me know about my obsession with going to the gym and my interest in health and nutrition.  Welp ... Today I felt huge ... not a good huge, but an ugh huge.  I've gone from an ok 175 lbs up to 210 lbs in a matter of about 2 years since moving here to VA.  It's amazing at what eating the right foods at the right times can do for ones own physique.  All that good ol chicken, eggs, tuna, fish, sweet potatoes, brown rice, water, and veggies I stuffed myself with day in and day out while eating 5 - 6 times a day really paid off.  Sounds pretty dull and boring huh?  I agree, but you get used to it.   I did it with the concept of gaining the weight (even with some fat gain) to build the muscle; now it's just about that time where I begin my attempt to trim the fat off to show what I've built.  That means a few adjustments in the diet, and CARDIO (yuck).  No one likes cardio and if you do, then something's wrong with you.  But I'ma do this, Ima do it because I can, I do it because I love it, it's my stress reliever, it keeps me sane while I"m here ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo I predict  I'll be spendin the next week and a half or so laying out the diet plan and regimen to start this cutting process with a little help from bodybuilding.com (that's my spot) of course.   We'll see how things go, I'll be sure to keep you guys updated whether u care or not.  Times will get rough, but I look forward to it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;If it were easy then everyone would be doing it :).  Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RANDOM BLAB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know much about Ms. DJ Diamond Kuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Co-Host on BET's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;") but home-girl could definitely get i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imUzo8FIZDw/Sjc1Qs-5I6I/AAAAAAAAE1g/_uZwzA2tg7A/s400/Diamond_Kuts_MA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imUzo8FIZDw/Sjc1Qs-5I6I/AAAAAAAAE1g/_uZwzA2tg7A/s400/Diamond_Kuts_MA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-5364951003858784191?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5364951003858784191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuttin-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/5364951003858784191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/5364951003858784191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuttin-time.html' title='Cuttin Time!'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4Tj3qtwOSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gfts8AQ1FFI/s72-c/IMG00159-20100224-0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617597238244807824.post-4736664239558751723</id><published>2010-02-22T04:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:14:01.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my BLOGGINITY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Soooo, here I am sittin here thinking "just what can I or what am I supposed to say in my first blog entry"....  hmmm.  It appears that my brief intro (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just Blabbin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;)  would have made for a great 1st but o well, so much for that.  I am by no means a writer or anything close ... as a matter of fact, I hate writing.  We'll see how far this blog thing goes though, perhaps it can serve as a silly little pastime of mine if that's what we so choose to call it.  I"ll try my best not to make this a daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; or anything like that b/c that just wouldn't be cool at all .... wait..... Do males even blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I've had the opportunity to browse around on blogspot, wordpress, and the likes just to get some ideas and check out exactly how this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;deal is done.  One thing I noticed that stood out was that .... the pages were BUSY.  I mean like really ... these pages were heavily loaded with .gif images, videos, pictures, this that, the other, and the mother.  So what I figured I'd do is kind of make it simple ... keep it simple but interesting.  My life is pretty boring but I've been known to be an interesting person believe it or not :).  I'm sort of a big thinker, I think to myself a lot about random things.  This should be a nice means of getting my thoughts, ideas, stories, and interests out there with the idea of getting some feedback.  Should be both fun and interesting ...  I'll try to keep it up as much as I can so stay tuned but as for now ... it's time for me to get some Zzz's.  I got work in like 5 hrs.  INSOMNIAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/sleepyhead_zzz_sleeping_sticker-p217605557908976893qjcl_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/sleepyhead_zzz_sleeping_sticker-p217605557908976893qjcl_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617597238244807824-4736664239558751723?l=jav0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4736664239558751723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-blogginity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4736664239558751723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617597238244807824/posts/default/4736664239558751723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jav0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-blogginity.html' title='Losing my BLOGGINITY!!'/><author><name>jaVon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541127901501376256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cjm_E-45ic/S4I7U7E75KI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a0gIr2hkRHE/S220/5289_117777313250_694623250_2353739_6485782_nk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
