<?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-27757446</id><updated>2012-01-06T10:50:15.386-05:00</updated><category term='funnies'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='oprah'/><category term='girls girls girls'/><category term='teaching funnies'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='101 things in 1001 days'/><category term='ocd'/><category term='Stupid List'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Give You This Feeling</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."

-James Baldwin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderlgs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderlgs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Spiderlgs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890663916890884724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GyuexvkV9eU/R5J4_mRevxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lqs0bmYEtNs/S220/Beyonce.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757446.post-7751289968028162312</id><published>2011-11-20T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:36:49.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>So I've had my dating woes and just when you stop looking... there she is.. I met this girl a while ago.. and somehow everything aligned and we've had some great dates and some fun together... some good conversation and some sweet texts... She's out of town and I miss her.. She'll be back and I can't wait to see her.. and she brought me cupcakes. and one was carrot cake... and she just makes me feel like everything is alright.. no stress, no worries, no nothing... just fun. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wont say too much but goodness.. when you stop looking.. there it is. :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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I thought.. ATL has some of the finest clubs in the country, surely we will be hitting up some hot shit. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, not.. I was accompanying her to a trip to Follies, on Buford Highway. &amp;nbsp; Follies? Hmmm. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it was a strip club. &amp;nbsp;So, because she is my homie from way back, before I had degrees and shit, I am definitely going to go. &amp;nbsp;I'd prolly go anywhere to kick it with her, and a strip club could prove interesting. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I'm getting dressed, I'm thinking of what to wear, and I end up throwing on a t-shirt and jeans cause I mean.. like anyone will be looking at me anyway. &amp;nbsp;On the ride over, I'm thinking about all of the TV footage I've seen of strip clubs, from music videos to movies, and all I can think is it might not be so bad to see some chics with bad ass bodies, taking off their little costumes and swinging up and down poles. &amp;nbsp;This might be titillating to say the least. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I arrive, there is a valet (wtf). Why does Atlanta have to make everything a damn cottage industry? &amp;nbsp;I can park my own f-in car. I have a license. &amp;nbsp;But whatever.. So I pull up and he says.. "Uh, you got a male escort? &amp;nbsp;Cause I doubt they gone let you in if you aint got a male escort." &amp;nbsp;How sexist is that? Like I couldn't of my own volition want to see some sexy ladies? Whatever. I tell him I got a friend inside, he commands me to call him if I want any chance to get in. So I call my homie, she comes out with one of the male friends that dragged her there.. and I get into the club. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I walk through the doors, and immediately think I must have walked in on the set of a BET Uncut video. &amp;nbsp;I mean its just naked and half naked chics everywhere.. Nothing is sexy, nothing titillating, nothing I wanted anywhere near me. Ever. &amp;nbsp; Immediately I understood why I couldn't come in with an escort... I might be an escort trying to take some of the change away from these ladies... &amp;nbsp; Everywhere I look someone has a neon or flourescent costume moved up or down, depending on what the guy was paying to see. There was a huge runway in the middle of the club with three poles on each side and the women there were not in anyway athletic or performers.. &amp;nbsp;It was just ass and titties shaking and bouncing in the face of whatever man had the money.. Maybe the saddest part was that there were so few men there who were offering dollars... so it just seemed...depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As my friend and I sat at the bar catching up, we tried our best to not show any judgment in our eyes.. not to look shocked or surprised at the lap dances, half nakedness or obscene booty shaking around us. "Just look like you are enjoying the show." &amp;nbsp;It's hard not to look at someone with sorrow, when they are trying to make money and no one is paying.. its like being at an open mic, where someone is singing but no one is listening. 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Do not say&lt;br /&gt;'I love her for her smile--her look--her way&lt;br /&gt;Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought&lt;br /&gt;That falls in well with mine, and certes brought&lt;br /&gt;A sense of pleasant ease on such a day&lt;br /&gt;For these things in themselves, Beloved, may&lt;br /&gt;Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,&lt;br /&gt;May be unwrought so. Neither love me for&lt;br /&gt;Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,&lt;br /&gt;A creature might forget to weep, who bore&lt;br /&gt;Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby!&lt;br /&gt;But love me for love's sake, that evermore&lt;br /&gt;Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;with anyone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Courtney Kuchta -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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Last beverage: rum and coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Last phone call: ericka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Last text message: eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Falling to Pieces by Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Last time you cried: in bed two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Dated someone twice: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Been cheated on: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Lost someone special:  Yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Been depressed: indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Made a new friend: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: all time time.. bringing out the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: uhhh, except this isnt 9th grade and i dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yes. a few of them ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. How many kids do you want?  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Do you have any pets? nopers, but almost bought a hamster the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Do you want to change your name? only if it's to hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday? HS reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What time did you wake up today? 6:35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for:  our date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: last weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my arm flab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. How many times have you made cookies?  more than I can count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Who is getting on your nerves now?  everyone under 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Gmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Whats your real name: If you are reading this you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Nicknames: Babe, Karma, Kam,  and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Lusty Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Primary School?: was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Secondary School?: was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. High school/college? finished both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Hair color: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Tall or short: medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Height: 5'4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?:  indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48: What do you wanna do right now? number 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Piercings: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50: Tattoos: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Righty or lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. First surgery: Wisdom teeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. First piercing:  Ears...  don't remember how old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. First best friend online: my same bff offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. First sport you joined: gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. First vacation: Baltimore, MD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;57?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. First pair of trainers: training wheels... never had em... training bra.. never had one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. Eating: Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Drinking:  Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. I'm about to: check my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Listening to: Colbert Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. Waiting for: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Want kids?: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. Get married?: one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. Career: indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Lips or eyes: can I look in your eyes as I'm kissing your lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Hug me while I kiss you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Shorter or taller: shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Older or Younger: older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous:  romantically spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship:  Relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(where's 75?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. Drank hard liquor:  yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Paid for the first date: yes. for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. Broken someone's hip?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. Been arrested: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Fallen for a friend:  Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. Yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. ghosts?  not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Love at first sight: not for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. Heaven:  is right here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Santa Claus: is in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: i hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Angels and demons: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. Your Future?: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;96. Ever got cheated on?: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: ummmmmmm  Pyramid completion.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;98. The moment you would choose to relive?: last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. 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I signed up a while ago and honestly in the middle of planning for the school year I hadn't thought about the trip until Friday... In my infinite wisdom, I decide that going out on Friday night was an awesome idea... that and a hot chic was going, sooooo you know I was down... So I go out Friday night.. and have a GREAT time.. food for another post... and get home at 4:00am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****SIDEBAR****  I didnt get to sleep until 4:30 because I made the bombass gourmet grilled cheese... Pumpernickle bread with onion and caraway with olive oil on the bread instead of butter, filled with colby jack and cheddar cheese and then oooh schnap.. that is not it... I also added some great no nitrate smoked pepper turkey meat...  4 mins on the George Foreman and I was in drunken sleep heaven.. YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set the alarm to 6:30 understanding this is going to be a beast of a wake up call... and the alarm goes off and I snooze to the very last moment... and as I'm putting my clothes on my homie buzzes from the gate (I am such a good friend that I am taking my homie to the train so she can get to the airport).. So I'm up and at 'em.. and SO tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want to hear about the einsteins bagel I ate, or the Lexus truck I rode in.. or the 2 hr ride.. You wanna hear about the action..so HERE WE GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide's name was Lauren.. She was a cute as a button woman with perfect teeth and trendy sunglasses who seemed more like a city girl than a white water raft mountain girl... Not to mention the fact that she had on a skirt... Talk about gangsta... I'm white water rafting in this skirt.. you better ask somebody.. So needless to say Lauren was already impressive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get our instructions take our places in the boat and launch ourselves into the beauty of the Ocoee...  We drift into what they call Bush Gardens... which made me giggle because something about all the stroking, and wet, and harder talk just made it seem kinda.. umm... risque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL  So we are riding along and Lauren managed to steer us into every single bush, rock, tree, embankment on the river.. I asked her.. "Is that a hidden camera in your glasses because I swear you are trying to make us the blooper reel..."    I was worried this whole thing was gonna be a bumpy ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Im rowing myself down with my crew and looking at the rocks and trees and the river I realize this is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked Lauren about herself and come to find out she does it all.. She can steer a raft through Class 5 rapids (more on that later)... rent out a house, work at a hostel, do interior design and I'm sure that there was something else...  So she's pretty much kick ass... don't let the skirt fool ya.. Lauren knows what she's doing... (maybe) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo hit the class 3 rapids..cool... a little wet, but I'm good... Class 4 rapids we decide to start calling out the strokes... Not with 1,2 like the other rafts.. .We are gonna scream "Stroke it, Stroke it" LMAO... So we Stroke it Stroke it.. and Lauren says  Faster!! HAHAHAHA  SO we add on Deeper, Harder, Longer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going and going and we come to the bridge where the Olympic kayaking route was built in 1996... so this isn't a baby rapid... This is some for real Olympian ish.. I am already feeling like I am on Team USA!!  WOOT WOOT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lauren preps us.. this is NONSTOP rowing through the rapids.. there are safety lines if we fall out, buuuut that isn't gonna happen.. we are STROKIN IT!!!!    We drift our raft towards our Class 5 rapid... and Its fun... Faster water.. stronger current.. im getting wetter and wetter (ha)... Lauren's calling out the strokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Forward&lt;br /&gt;"stroke it, stroke it"&lt;br /&gt;All forward&lt;br /&gt;"stroke it, stroke it"&lt;br /&gt;Harder&lt;br /&gt;Harder&lt;br /&gt;Faster&lt;br /&gt;Faster&lt;br /&gt;Deeper&lt;br /&gt;Deeper&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET DOWN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. what??? I'm looking all around and everyone is down.. so I try to get down and then I feel the boat moving... no control... somethings about to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STROKE IT&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES  We hit that G-SPOT in the hydraulic and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Wait WaiT!!!  The boat is not flat.. there is nothing under us... I'm horizontal.. oooooh schnap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooom I fly underwater... I'm soaking wet.. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembering the safety rules (because Lauren was so awesome in explaining them) Keep my nose and toes above water.. and let the water take you to safety.. grab the rope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the rocks and keep my legs up... cautious not to let my knees get all scrapped up.. that is not sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and there is a group of me reaching for me...  I see one rope and can't grab it.. I see a paddle but can't grab it.. Mostly because one guy is screaming "SWIM, GIRL, SWIM!!! SWIM BABY" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit sir... am I supposed to be swimming.. I thought this was a jacuzzi.. Okay ass.. damn this is Class 5 rapids.. aint so easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get up on the rocks and realize.. I JUST HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!! THAT WAS SOOOO EFFIN COOL!!!! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE WHITE WATER RAFTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I look frantically for my crewmates and we find each other and find out that everyone is okay and I'm pissed cause I';m thinking damn... wipe out... trip's over.. this SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a minute later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!! We need 2 paddlers.. who's ready to go back in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME ME!!! I see Lauren at the helm and jump right in the boat ready to take on the OCOEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No paddle.. its somewhere down the river LOL But it's on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to raft... we find the rest of our crew and hit the rest of the rapids... sooo exhilirated by everything that we had been through and the fun of it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's Note:  Lauren managed to NOT get tipped out of the boat, despite the rest of us biting the big one (ha another sex joke) .. and not because she was trying to save us.. .Only because she didnt wanna have to buy a case of beer.. No Swim Beer for Lauren.. I told ya she's a beast LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we end up riding the awesome drift back to shore and realize that we have just been the luckiest crew ever... The river was rough.. the rocks were plenty, but we made it.. and we made it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is the awesomest.. and I'll never forget her because she was definitely a part of the best day of my entire life!!! :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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So I go to my local QuikTrip and get my gas.. I have on some cute denim bermuda shorts and a tank top, hair pulled back in a pony tail cause.. it's about to be washed in 20 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So OMG is playing on the radio and I put the pump back up and this old guy, maybe 55 or 60, reminiscent of the man you might see at the security desk in your local skyscraper says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey gorgeous..."  &lt;br /&gt;"Hi... have a great day!"&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;"You not married... Well... I know you got a man..."&lt;br /&gt;"LOL Not exactly..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait honey, you got to let me give you my number.. go'on head and put my number in your phone.."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't even do that sir," smiling wide.&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you darlin?"&lt;br /&gt;"27..."&lt;br /&gt;"ooh shit you can put my number in there..."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. I'm sorry," shaking my head slightly, "I don't date men."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! So you date women?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** SIDEBAR**** WHy do niggas ask me this ish EVERY time I say I dont date men? WTF else do you think I date?  Goats, giraffes, sloths? What other option is there??? OMG ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to our story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I date women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh well that's cause you aint never had a man who can hit that spot right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well actually I have and honestly... I don't really need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; spot hit... I'm kinda straight on that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooh nah baby... I'm not talking about that spot... I'm talking about social intercourse.. I can get all up in your mind girl.. get in there with conversation and hit that spot so deep that you won't want me to come out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm that sounds appealing, but you know there is just something about a woman that I kinda need in my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah you don't cause you just need the right man to take care of you right.. I'll find out your wants, needs, and desire and with that mental penetration I'll have you wide open girl... When I just say that right thing and hit that spot with that social intercourse you wont have nothing else to even think about.. you wont ever let me leave... See a lot of women don't know about that how I can penetrate your mind and just get you going with the words I say.. you dont even have to take no clothes off and I'll have you excited and ready... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that is intriguing and excellent game... but there's something I like about breasts..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh you like titties huh, well you can have those too. .you can still look at those"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SIDENOTE**** as I write this I wonder.. why the hell I held this long a convo with this mo'fo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well no, see I dont wanna just look.. I want them in the bed with me when I wake up and when I go to sleep... I just love the feminine energy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooH shit baby.. Feminine energy.. I can give that to you... Energy is transferrable, so I'll just take it from you and penetrate your mind with it... you already know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LMAO!!!!!! (did he just give me a physics lesson) Sir.. that's not gonna happen.. I'm sorry LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on.. just put my number in your phone.. im at least worth a conversation!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't even do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into my car... close the door... End Scene..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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Oh, hell no, I wasn't reading, or writing, or volunteering with old folks or anything... c'mon.. it was a holiday after all..  all of those activities are total downers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went to an awesome and awe inspiring exhibit called Dialog in the Dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.18alions.com/Lions_Clubs_District_18-A/Volunteer_Week_files/Dialog-in-the-dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 647px; height: 521px;" src="http://www.18alions.com/Lions_Clubs_District_18-A/Volunteer_Week_files/Dialog-in-the-dark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit is done in total darkness, and you have a walking cane like blind folks use.. and as you go through the exhibit you are guided through different rooms and asked to do different tasks and experience the daily exercises that people do.. everything was totally normal, except the fact that I couldn't see a damn thing..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have claustrophobic tendencies and generally do not enjoy crowds because I HATE random people touching me and bumping into me, but I found the DITD experience to make me much more patient.  There was nothing I could do, there was no one purposefully running into me because they were ALL blind..  I also kept feeling liek I could see things, even though I know the room was pitch black.. It was kinda like when people lose their limbs but they still feel pain in them... yeah I don't know LOL it was wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me appreciate my sight much more than I ever had in the past... and I certainly no longer take it for granted.. just for the ease that it brings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it also did make me realize that I am missing out on experiencing alot of life because I am not using my other senses as much...  I am not smelling and feeling things to get the full experience.  The smell of the pineapple in the exhibit was sooo enticing.. it was like the first time I had ever smelled one...  'Twas AWESOME..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DITD is in Atlanta until June 2011...s o if you come down here.. Go.. If you don't live down here.. then wait for it to come to you and then... 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