<?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-1798253379346138152</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:41:37.429-08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='haters'/><category term='counseling'/><category term='overcoming'/><category term='advice'/><category term='positive'/><category term='negative'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='economy'/><category term='men'/><category term='uplifting'/><category term='obstacles'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dating'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='letters'/><category term='love'/><category term='blog'/><category term='envy'/><title type='text'>The Conversation</title><subtitle type='html'>What are we talking about today?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-3614184177474350072</id><published>2010-04-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:22:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STFU!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I hear people and the media are still giving Whitney Houston grief after a not so great performance on her World Comeback tour. Umm...the woman has come a long way folks, give her a freaking break. She was in a very bad marriage, not to mention recovering from a drug addiction and hadn't done much of anything in quiet some time. It's not going to be easy for her and she will never be the Whitney from her younger years, its just not possible, yet and still, not even Jennifer Hudson can touch Mrs. Houston vocally on her hit single 'I will Always Love You' She is still unmatched. So lets giver her a break and credit for starting her life over and trying to make a comeback. Its going to be tough and she's definitely under a load of pressure to be great. And she is and always will be one of if not the best sanger in our lifetime. So, stop with all the scrutiny and negativity, she's still clean and making an effort, which is a hell of a lot considering what she's been through. I am so aggitated with all this negative media that insists on tearing people down. Our job should be to uplift one another, life is hard enough without all the extra drama. So the next time you want to spew negativity about someone or judge someone, take a look at your own life, first and foremost. Everyone has their demons they fight with, no one is perfect, we are all human and life is but a learning process. But the good thing is we have one another to lean on when the going gets to be too tough. Lets be each other's strengths instead of always being one another's weakness or dead weight, stop tearing each other down with all the negative energy and criticizm it's unecessary and believe it or not it always comes back tenfold. Lets speak peace and blessings into each other's lives and be optimistic about any and all situations. Give praise where it's due and encouragement when it's needed. Remember those you step on or cross may just be a blessing in disguise to you someday, so treat people as you would want to be treated. With a little effort from everyone, things will get better. **kIsSeS** until NEXT BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-3614184177474350072?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3614184177474350072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/stfu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3614184177474350072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3614184177474350072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/stfu.html' title='STFU!!!'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-2161355704018478482</id><published>2010-04-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:04:20.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRUTH About "The List"</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had to touch on this one ladies and gents. As men may or may not know, women have a list of "standards" they like to have when looking for a mate. I know a few of you caught Chilli's new reality show and if you're anything like me you thought Chilli was going a little over board to say the least. I love her, don't get me wrong, but that list of her's is ridculous, in fact, its the source of her problem for NOT finding a decent man. I will say this loud and clear, that list of your's ladies, is nothing but a cock blocker, it's like a brick wall and all the decent men are stuck on the other side of it. Now, I'm going to be clear as I possibly can, there is NOTHING wrong, (I REPEAT) NOTHING wrong, with having standards. But sometimes, you need to relax those standards just a little bit. Let nature take it's course and you might just find eveything your looking for. No one is perfect, and though we all have those special things we look for in a mate, we have to be willing to be flexible. Women these days want way too much out of their mate, that just makes the guys feel like they can never satisfy us. I mean most of us do it all, manage the home, a career and then theres our personal lives. Some men are intimidated by a successful woman and your little list is only making matters worse. Now, I'm not saying get rid of your list all together, it can still be a good tool to getting you what you want, but you need to be flexible. Now ofcours you don't want to waste your time with someone who isn't your type, ot that you know is totally wrong for you, but for those guys that make it through our defencses of bob wire, pit bulls and trap doors, give them a chance to get to know you. Then weigh out the pro's and con's about this person. And if the pro's outweigh the con's give him a chance and let nature take it's course. Let the man be the man and see where it goes, you never know the man of your dreams might be standing right under your nose. So stop being so over-critical and uncompromising. There's a great guy out there just needing a little TLC and grooming. Give him a chance to get to know you and you never know where it may lead you. I hope this helps, until next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-2161355704018478482?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/2161355704018478482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-about-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/2161355704018478482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/2161355704018478482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-about-list.html' title='The TRUTH About &quot;The List&quot;'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-6567497232597008118</id><published>2010-04-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:35:20.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Girls Like Boys Women Like Men</title><content type='html'>Saturday, April 3, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Girls Like Boys Women Like Men&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok...so I've been single now for almost 7 months...and to be honest I appreciate it. Although, I prefer to be in a relationship and have someone to come home to at night. I'm what you may call a caker, or the romantic type. I like to cater to my guy and have the same done in return. I consider myself a REAL woman who wants a REAL man. But sad to say, its slim pickens out there these days. I'm not expecting my guy to be a millionair and cash me out, what I want is very simple and bery basic. Are ya'll ready for this....drum roll....I just want a gentleman. That's it, a man that knows how to treat a REAL woman. I can't seem to find a guy that's not too thirsty to get past the first damn date. Its sad really, I'm very old school and I want a guy that actually knows how to court a woman when we go out. So fellas, let me give you a few pointers/rules/pieces of advice, which ever term you can swallow better and the first and foremost would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never...EVER, take advice from another guy on how to get a woman, this is just common sense. If I wanted to know what a man liked, I'd never ask another female. If you really dig this woman, ask a reliable female source for advice, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be honest about what you want, rather you want a sex buddy, to date, be friends, a relationship, if your dating other people, whatever it is be honest, a real woman can take it and she will respect your honesty and neither of you are wasting the other's time. You never know this could get you a few kudos and you might be surprised, she may just want the same thing you want, if not, move on...there's plenty more where that one came from, right? But at least there's no ill feelings and you may meet back up later, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't be too forward, honest yes, but never be over aggressive (save that for the bedroom) let the girl lead, if she digs you, you'll know. We automatically assume you want sex out the gate, let us see you can be about more than that, the more intriguing you are to us the more we want you. The less you talk about sex, the more we want it. Ironic? Yes! For some women, its about a mental/emotional connection, yes we do have one night stands and usually we know if you can get it off first glance, but then you open your mouth and all that could fly right out with that dumb ass comment you just made. In short, don't try so hard, let us come to you...show interest then take it slow, you'll be surprised how far you can get. Women hate a thirsty dude, there's nothing more unattractive than asking our breast size on a first date, or sending us a pic of ya genitals that we didn't ask to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be a bug-a-boo, a txt to say hey is fine, but don't get crazy with it. That will annoy anyone, just be cordial and cool. Let us know you're thinking about us, then let us marinate on that. All it takes is a few nice words to get us going. Women don't like to be pressured/forced, no one does for that matter, so take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you finally get a real conversation with us, actually amaze us by listening and acutally hearing what we have to say, this is the getting to know us process. You don't have to remember every little thing we say, but a few key things will tell you a lot about us and help you score some kudos for a first date later. So pay close attention a lot of times women give hints/subliminals or whatever you want to call them in our general conversation about what we like, dislike, etc,. so use these things to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The first date, wow, if you get to this stage, your doing something right. Ok, this stage right here is crucial, if you did your homework and actually paid attention to all those txt msgs and converstations, you should have gathered enough information about us to know how to plan the perfect first date. See this will separate the BOYS from the MEN. Patience is a virtue and good things always come to those who wait. Now is the opportunity to pull together all that information you got and plan out a nice evening that will totally take this woman aback. And belive it or not, we're actually routing for you. We want you to pass this test, because if you made it this far, it means we are actually interested in you. We are contemplating on giving up the goodies and this night could make or break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not everygirl is the same, we have similarities, but we are all different, so learn those differences and it'll take you a long way. Unfortunately, it's like a game, you have to play to learn the ins and outs so take your time and feel your way around the board, get to know the controls, how they work and what you can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ok...now once on the date, this is very crucial...serious even, NEVER...EVER...txt excessively while we're out...its just rude. Show a little respect and common courtesy. If you're phone is going off while we are together and you have to answer it, excuse yourself and head to the mens room. I suggest turning it on silent, give us your undivided attention, I mean its only a few hours out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a gentleman, open our door, help us with our chair, this is your time to shine, charm our panties off. Use everything you have to your advantage, music, flowers a special dessert, anything that shows your trying to cater to us. It's a major turn on, we love it when a guy is trying to put a smile on our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but certainly, NOT least, be yourself, ignore all that bullshit your home boy told you. I shall repeat, never EVER listen to your home boy, unless he's married. Listen to yourself, only you can do you and if you listened to all the above steps, you already know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-6567497232597008118?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6567497232597008118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-like-boys-women-like-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/6567497232597008118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/6567497232597008118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-like-boys-women-like-men.html' title='Girls Like Boys Women Like Men'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-4284510570160258358</id><published>2010-03-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:01:52.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of what I'm working on....Leave comments, thanks</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, just sometimes, love isn’t want you expect it to be, it isn’t always a fairy tale and when you think you’ve found it, you’ve lost it again. Sometimes love will test you, make you cry, upset you and even make you do dumb things. Love can’t be forced and it can’t be bought, love is the purest, honest emotion one could ever feel for another human being. Love is at the core of everything we live for; it’s what makes it all worth the ride. Love is a lot of things, but the one thing it can never be is complicated, not real love, real love is what it is, it’s just love. It took a lot for me to realize that, true love is a rare thing and sometimes it’ll take you on a journey, this is mine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CAR WAS SILENT, I didn’t say much just smiled every few moments when he looked over at me. He took my hand in his and kissed it softly and ever so gently, his warm soft lips made me light up inside. I just sat staring at him for a moment. He looked over at me again with suspicion in his eyes. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I smiled softly. “Because, you’re beautiful.” I replied with all sincerity, and he was, everything about him. I had never known a man so beautiful inside and out. He smiled back and kissed my hand again. “The speech you gave tonight was impeccable, I’m so proud of you.” I smiled appraisingly.  He smiled softly at me. “That means so much coming from you. I know I’ve had to sacrifice a lot of our time together for this project; I’m just glad it’s a success and now I can spend time with the person that’s most important in my life. We can plan the wedding you deserve and just enjoy each other.” He replied reassuringly. I could feel myself exhale, I was calm and relaxed. It remained silent, nothing but the rain and windshield wipers. I laid my head up against the seat hand still in his. He glanced over at me and smiled not even for more than a few moments, I smiled back, until I saw the horror in his face when he turned his attention to the road. And within in a split second it happened. He let out a cry and I felt the car jerk to the right, all I could do was gasp and brace myself for what was about to happen. The lights were bright, the horn was loud, I screamed, he grabbed my hand tight and then it was darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MONTHS LATER...., I slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy and weak, and my sight a little blurry. I called out for Blaine, but he didn’t answer, I tried to sit up, then a familiar voice called my name, a figure ran to my side, it was my mother. She grabbed my hand and began to call for the nurse. I could slowly make out the six figures that stood in my room, but none of them were Blaine. I called his name again searching the room for him.  “Calm down sweetie, the doctors have to take a look at you, how do you feel, here drink some water.” She instructed trying to help me drink. I shoved it away, I didn’t want water, I didn’t want the Dr. I wanted my fiancé, where was he? The Dr, entered followed by two nurses, he shined his lovely light in my eyes and checked all my vitals. “Welcome back Mrs. Carver, you had us a little worried there for a little bit. How are you feeling?” He asked as he took a seat beside my bed. “Like shit.” I replied still trying to regain focus. Everyone laughed a little. “Well, that’s to be expected, you were in a really nasty car accident, you and your fiancé, do you remember?” The images vaguely began to come back to me, yes car accident. “I remember.” I replied trying to focus, my sight was still blurry, but it was slowly starting to clear up. “Your sight will clear up very soon, just give it some time.” The Dr. replied. “Where is Blaine?” I asked again looking at every face in the room, but no one responded, they all looked to one another. I saw my mother whisper something to the Dr., “Ok, Mrs. Carver, I’m going to step out and give you and your family a moment to talk ok, I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” I nodded and then my mother came over and sat beside me on the bed. “Baby, I need to tell you something, but you need to know this won’t be easy, I’m not sure this is the best time, but the Dr., said that the sooner the better.” “What are you talking about mama?” I tried desperately to focus on her face to read her emotions, but couldn’t, my vision still wasn’t 100% yet. “Erin baby, it’s about Blaine, she paused, the car accident was very bad, you hit the truck head on. It’s a miracle you made it out alive. But….” She fought back tears as she spoke, I could hear it in her voice. “I can’t I can’t do it.” My mother protested as she walked away into the comfort of who could only be my father’s arms. Bishop, my fiancés brother walked towards me slowly, I could tell it was him by his gestures; he and Blaine were so much alike it was scary. He sat beside me while my father consoled my mother. “Bishop, what happened?” He took a deep breath before he spoke. “When the paramedics made it to you, you were both banged up pretty bad, they rushed both of you to the hospital, you by ambulance, Blaine by air due to the severity of his injuries, they tried to operate, but his injuries were just too severe. He died on the operating table.” Bishop choked out. My heart almost stopped and my stomach dropped. I felt like I was suffocating and someone had just kicked me in the chest. My face went red hot and then everything just went numb. I just stared into nothingness, I didn’t move, I didn’t say a word for about ten solid seconds. Then a terrible rage came over me, I lost control. “No, NO, NO, Blaine isn’t dead, he can’t be dead, you’re lying, you’re fucking lying!” I screamed and began a tirade I threw things, kicked and screamed as Bishop tried to console me. He pulled me close and held me tight as I called out Blaine’s name and sobbed relentlessly. I screamed hysterically, it caused my mother to break down everyone in the room around me cried. I cried until my lungs and head hurt, until I couldn’t breathe. But Bishop didn’t move he stayed with me until I finally drifted off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-4284510570160258358?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/4284510570160258358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/03/taste-of-what-im-working-onleave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/4284510570160258358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/4284510570160258358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2010/03/taste-of-what-im-working-onleave.html' title='A taste of what I&apos;m working on....Leave comments, thanks'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-8217547002696213036</id><published>2010-01-08T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:52:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats How Much I Love You</title><content type='html'>Love sometimes feels like a gift and curse...I'd follow you to the end of the earth....&lt;br /&gt;for what its worth.&lt;br /&gt;Just one smile from you makes me feel I can fly and with this gift&lt;br /&gt;I'd use it to write your name across the sky...declaring my love for the world to see...&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much your love means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To loose you would b like a thousand deaths....&lt;br /&gt;An empty shell of a woman would be all that is left...&lt;br /&gt;So take this heart...it beats true...it is yours and beats only for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To possess such a rare thing...To feel this close to another human being&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asleep, I'd prefer to stay forever in this dream....&lt;br /&gt;Cuz nothing else could give me the joy you bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the end of time I'd run jus to see your face...nothing could take your place&lt;br /&gt;Not the moon, nor the millions of stars in space&lt;br /&gt;Because not a single star that shines..is brighter than mine&lt;br /&gt;You are one in a billion..truely one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;A love so rare and true...now until infinity&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much I love you&lt;div 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Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-1095019993424437579</id><published>2009-06-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:14:28.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uplifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obstacles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, this is to all those people that always got something negative to say about anyone that has a dream and are doing what they believe it takes to make that dream come true. Who are you to tell  me what I can, can't, should or shouldn't do? Who are you to tell me if that is wise or not? I am sick of people trying to put you in a bottle and tell you that you have limits on what you can do. I can do whatever I want to do, the sky is the limit BABY! If I say I'm going to write two books, start a company and model, who the f* are you to tell me I can't do it. Who are you to tell me to stick to one thing at one time...back off! I have a vision baby...its a tunnel vision to my dreams and only I know how its going to be. I'm the only director, producer and screenwriter of the movie of my life darling...you're just an extra in this blockbuster...believe that! I am the only star! I make or break me, no one else can keep me from my dreams. There may be obstacles and trust and believe I plan for them and I will overcome them all...including YOU..SO HI HATER..BYE HATER...YOU ARE JUST A FAN TRYING TO GET IN MY ENTOURAGE. STAY IN YA LANE! YOU DO NOT define me, everything you say or imply does NOT make me who I am. I am the CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP, I conduct this orchestra...you can only observe. And I expect not everyone will be happy to see me shine, they will try to push me from my throne. But I'm not an easy one to defeat, though I might fall, I will always get back up again, much greater and powerful than before. So this is a letter to my hater's, fan's, or whatever it is that you call yourselves these days. Keep watching and observing, keeping your eyes on this rising star, because it will not fade. It will only shine bigger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; with every step I take and every move I make. So to those of you that have fans like mine, direct them to this blog. And tell them this is Dedicated to YOU..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-1095019993424437579?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/1095019993424437579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-dedicated-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/1095019993424437579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/1095019993424437579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-dedicated-to-you.html' title='THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU :)'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-3114094967268938185</id><published>2009-06-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:36:32.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time For The Nonesense to CEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I wasn't able to speak on this the time it happened, but now I can. The senseless death of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dolla&lt;/span&gt; has once again taken the life of a young black man trying to make it in life. Lord have mercy on these poor souls. This young generation is cursed, all I hear is violence day in and day out. The world is filled with hatred &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cowardliness&lt;/span&gt;. And the supposed reason for it all is so called disrespect. Half these offenders aren't even old enough to deserve respect. Respect is earned, not given by ones actions. To handle things maturely and like a REAL MAN/WOMAN. You wrong someone you have the opportunity to own up to that mistake and that's what makes you a responsible individual that deserves respect. But if you kill that person, you can never apologize or make things right with them. That life is forever gone over material pleasures that can't be taken with you to begin with. After we are all dead and gone all this material crap will still be here. What gives you the right to take a life anyway? How is it so easy for one to do so with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remorse&lt;/span&gt; or regrets? Drugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; play a factor on things, but remember this. You will be judged by someone very soon at the rate this world is going. We are the greatest creature's in the world, with free reign to run all creature's and the ability to know right from wrong. Use that ability people, stop the senseless  violence of gods greatest creation. No one is perfect, everyone makes mistakes, remember that. Life is too precious to play games with and steal from one another. It never truly solves anything, ever. You are not the only one going through hardships, we all are, but its how you handle them in life that defines who you are. I write this for all those that have lost a loved one to the senseless violence of these Evil streets. Remember, you live by the sword and so shall you die by the sword. I hope this message saves one life and our young generation wakes up before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-3114094967268938185?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3114094967268938185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-nonesense-to-cease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3114094967268938185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3114094967268938185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-nonesense-to-cease.html' title='&quot;Time For The Nonesense to CEASE!!!'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-1524631301378750992</id><published>2009-04-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:10:06.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from my Novel...</title><content type='html'>Awakening&lt;br /&gt;Gavin smiled at me as he finished the knot in his tie. I smiled back as I watched him gather his things for his business trip as he always did. I glanced down at the huge five carat stone that shone on my left ring finger and smiled inside. I was going to marry this man, this was it. I would soon be Mrs. Gavin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knolland&lt;/span&gt;. It was going to be a beautiful wedding and I had lots to do while Gavin was away. I had to call the caterer, meet with my wedding planner, help Chloe find her bridesmaids dress and look at venues. I sat in bed admiring the gorgeous gem, moving my finger up and down watching as the light hit the facets causing it to sparkle out of control. Gavin spoke, but I missed it, I was too busy eyeballing my glittering finger. “Babe!” He called again, this time a little louder. “Huh, yes.” I replied a little startled by the tone in his voice. He grinned at me and shook his head. “Sometimes I think you love that jewel more than me.” He replied jokingly. “Be sure to call me when you get all the dates and times together for everything, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?” He asked leaning in for a quick kiss of my lips before he headed off. “I will.” I replied. I watched him grab his bags and within minutes he was gone. It was five am in the morning, I decided I’d get in at least another three hours of sleep, but as if on queue my cell phone rang. Who could it be so early in the morning, thought to myself? It had to be Gavin, he must’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; forgotten something. I snatched it up on the second ring. “Yes Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knolland&lt;/span&gt;.” I asked in my sexy voice with a huge grin on my face. “I’m not Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knolland&lt;/span&gt;.” A familiar voice replied on the other end. “Chloe, what are you doing up so early?” I replied curiously. “He’s awake.” Was her only response, and for a moment I had none. “What?” I asked again, just to be sure I was hearing her right. “Shane’s awake, Giselle.” She replied again. This time I heard her crystal clear and it froze me on the spot. I was speechless, it had been almost four years since I had last spoken to Shane, I stayed by his bedside in the beginning, but after the third year we gave up, his mother just never had enough strength to pull the plug. It was an absolute miracle, after four whole years of unconsciousness; he was awakened as if he was only asleep for a few days. That horrific accident that changed the direction of my life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t done with me yet, fate had brought my first love back to me. What was I going to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-1524631301378750992?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/1524631301378750992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/04/excerpt-from-my-novel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/1524631301378750992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/1524631301378750992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/04/excerpt-from-my-novel.html' title='Excerpt from my Novel...'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-6204554249868236225</id><published>2009-04-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:51:13.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL FOUR WEEKEND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the Final Four weekend has been full of all the bells and whistles. And yes it is good for Detroit with all the people here and all the local businessess gaining money. Which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; and we need it. Now, with that said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I must&lt;/span&gt; also say this. I personally could care less about the games. I'm not that big off into it. I use to be a BIG, NO HUGE, Pistons fan, but since they traded Chauncey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Billups&lt;/span&gt; I could give a....well, let's save that for another blog :). Anyways, my issue with the weekends festivities is this. Though there were a lot of free events, the really good one's were outdoors and here in Michigan, outdoor events are the worst in this two faced weather. So, the only other place to mix and mingle is at the club. And here we go with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; in that. Now I love my promoters and all, but what really drives me crazy is the way these places hike up the price on entry to a club when there's an event. Sixty bucks to g&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; in the door is just ridiculous. I mean come on now, there's no food, then there's parking, then the watered down drinks and you've spent about a hundred in one night. And half the time its like not even worth it. The best times I've had is when I got in a club for free on a regular club night and had a beer and a glass of wine with a wing ding dinner for about ten bucks, ya feel me??? I mean, this is a recession folks, you don't have to break our pockets to get us to come to your club. I made that mistake once and the place wasn't even all that. Now I won't say no names, but lets keep it real. We go out to enjoy ourselves and take our minds off the burdens that plague us on a daily basis, which is generally money. Don't make us feel even worse for breaking bread up in your spot by raping us at the damn door. I mean for sixty dollars I can go have some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bennihana's&lt;/span&gt; then hit the liquor store and get good and wasted, then go home and blast my radio and invite everyone over for a hell of a good time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; I'll be good and full. All I'm saying is, lets not get ridiculous on the door prices folks, if your gonna hit me, hit me with the food and drink hikes. I can live with that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; I'll feel like I got my money's worth. Gone charge me sixty just to walk in, then another twenty for drinks and another twenty for food. That's just brutal, I mean I'm all for making money, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DAYUM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Blog..... Smooches Ma Babies :)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-6204554249868236225?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/6204554249868236225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-four-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/6204554249868236225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/6204554249868236225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-four-weekend.html' title='FINAL FOUR WEEKEND...'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-3865498360171908167</id><published>2009-03-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:12:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Really Trust Your Mate...</title><content type='html'>You say you trust your mate, but do you really. Do you check their cell phone for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; messages, search their pockets and phone books for numbers? Do you spy on their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page? Or add &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spyware&lt;/span&gt; to your computer to get their passwords to their emails? If you do any of the above, the question really is, do you really trust your mate? Most of us say we do, but deep down, we really don't. And the question is, should you? If you feel you have to go to these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lenths&lt;/span&gt;, maybe there is no relationship. Granted no one is perfect and sometimes good people make mistakes that can damage trust in a relationship, but can you get over it and move on. To really get over it means to put down your guard and trust again. It will take some time, but you have to decide if you're really going to do it. Everything done in the dark will come to light, you don't have to look for things to find the truth, the truth will find you. Sometimes good things come from pain and you learn things. Sometimes you don't realize how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somone&lt;/span&gt; means to you until you almost loose them. Sometimes you need to have a little chaos to truly enjoy and respect peace. A truly happy and healthy relationship doesn't happen over night, it takes some time to develop. You have to work at it, its a job and it takes a lot of hard work, compromise, trust and patience. So to really trust your mate, means to trust them blindly no matter what. When it's over you'll know, there won't be a question or doubt in your mind. So stop driving yourself and your spouse crazy, give them a break. When you feel the need to snoop or pry confront them. Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to ask questions and voice your concerns. Then let it be, the truth will always reveal itself, when the time is right. And when it does you'll know all you need to know to move on with your life. And it will be much easier then speculating with very little evidence to begin with. Unless you have those folks from Cheaters to follow your spouse around, its doubtful you will find anything concrete enough to give you the courage to leave them, so just give up. If you feel you can't trust your spouse maybe you should take some time apart and give yourself some time to heal and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog... :)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-3865498360171908167?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/3865498360171908167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-really-trust-your-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3865498360171908167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/3865498360171908167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-really-trust-your-mate.html' title='Do You Really Trust Your Mate...'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-800632939438008911</id><published>2009-03-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:45:11.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping You Up To Date With Me :))**</title><content type='html'>Ok, today I'm just going to go over  a few things that I just absolutely LOVE! This is something new I am doing, and I will be doing this every week. I plan to start a video blog really soon and I will be posting it on my facebook as well as here. It will cover me out shopping and getting a look at the hottest fashions, me out with the family to new locals, me and the ladies hanging out on a night on the town at the hottest nightspots and everything in between. It will just show you how I find all the really interesting things to blog and share with you. I am still working diligently on my first novel, which I hope to finish in the next three months, then it will be off to shopping it around for publishing.  I am super stoked about that. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm also going on a meeting for a magazine as a possible featured model, hopefully they will choose me, so I'll be adding that to my resume. Wish me luck! There is so much going on, lets see, I will also be out this weekend at one of many events, so keep your eyes and ears open. Ok, enough of all that for the moment, lets go over a few things that I absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is first on my list and being that I listen to a little bit of everything I have a few things to share that I absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson's long awaited debut album 'In a Perfect World' was released on the 24th with rave reviews! Its a very upbeat, hot record. I absolutely LOVE IT! I plan to sync it to my iPhone soon, I'll have a full review on each individual track soon, so stay posted! But for a first listen it gets four stars! Love Her!&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa's debut album is also HOT! I love how its a mixture of today's Katy Perry, Brittney Spears and Madonna and yesterdays 70's disco icons like Queenie and David Bowie! It's got a lot of flavor and funk, awesome for those nights out when you need something to get you pumped up before hitting the club scene! I rate this one a four star review as well! Her voice is amazing, she has a little Christina Aguilera and Katy Perry and I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books is next on my list and I have a few that are oldies, but goodies if you haven't read them, check them out!&lt;br /&gt;Miasha Colemans, 'Diary of a Mistress' is a must read. It had be reading non-stop, I finished the book in one day! A real page turner and it will have you on the edge of your seat begging for more!&lt;br /&gt;Karrine Steffans, 'Confessions of a Video Vixen' If you haven't read this one yet, I don't know what your waiting for. It's got everything you're looking for in a good novel. A rags to riches story line, full of drama and turmoil. Very gritty and real, I enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a book called Haunted by; PC Cast and Kristin Cast, this is my first novel by the mother daughter duo and I'll tell you all about it when I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup I'm in love with right now is Almay's Smart Shade makeup. It is the absolute best, the foundation blends in with the perfect shade for a radiant dewy complexion, I love the lip gloss, it comes in various nude shades that compliment your lips beautifully. My favorite blush is berry, it magically turns into the perfect shade for my skin tone! I am also head over heels for Maybelines new mascara, Lash Stiletto in Very Black! It gives my barely there lashes a sexy come hither sheen and just the right length and curl! Go grab on now, grab two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for shoes, well I am a Shoe Maniac. I have a real shoe fetish and Bakers Shoes has got some of the sexiest stiletto's that look a million bucks, but won't break your bank. From strappy to animal print and everything in-between. You are sure to find what your looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies, well unfortunately I just haven't had time to catch any of the newer movies that are currently at the box office. I hear Watchmen is the movie to see if your looking for action and I plan to go see that and 'The Knowing', starring Nicholas Cage, you can never go wrong with Nicholas Cage and a end of the world theme! As for the romance movies, 'He's Just Not That Into You' and 'Shop-Aholic' is sure to be a sure fit. Close friends have given me rave reviews on both. For comedy there's I Love You Man, which is a good choice to go see with your guy. Then ofcourse there's 'Madea Goes To Jail' another Tyler Perry great, which is sure to have you in stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for parties, the hot spots where you just might find me will be Seldom Blues, where ladies are free all night with RSVP to &lt;a href="mailto:Karmsutrafridays@gmail.com"&gt;Karmsutrafridays@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, fella's your free until 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Privlege Fridays @ Elysium for Ladies Night, ladies are again free all night with RSVP to (734) 301-0631 via texting full names and # of people, or by email &lt;a href="mailto:samira_detroit@yahoo.com"&gt;samira_detroit@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. Dress to impress, no athletic gear, hats or gym shoes. Bring ya sexy folks and see ya there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now, stay tuned for more....until next blog ;)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-800632939438008911?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/800632939438008911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-you-up-to-date-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/800632939438008911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/800632939438008911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-you-up-to-date-with-me.html' title='Keeping You Up To Date With Me :))**'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-802391919978098524</id><published>2009-03-24T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:10:17.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage Rutt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, why is it men always try to blame the lack of sex in the marriage on the woman. I mean seriously guys, we want to get busy too, but our bodies don't work like yours do. Men are aroused from the smallest thing, you don't even need to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foreplay&lt;/span&gt; to get it up. Women on the other hand are quiet complicated. We need to be romanced and feel like the most important thing in your world. I mean a nice quickie from time to time is all good to, but damn, can we get that old school loving we use to get when you first wined and dines us to get to know us. Its like once your married the men forget about those little extras and its not the things that you should be doing anyway. Its the sensual touch, the grabbing us in the middle of something and having a quick slow dance. An all over body massage then some eye contact and sensual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foreplay&lt;/span&gt;. We want more than just the average mill you'd give to some random chick. Just like you can go to another chick to get what you want, so can women. After a while of sex with the same person, it can get plain boring. So you need to spice it up a bit, if your girl is the romantic type, get romantic too. That will make her more inclined to try something different that you enjoy. Meet us half way and you'd be surprised at what you get. We like adventure sometimes, new things, new positions, role playing. Then sometimes we just want you to put some clothes on and get sexy for us like you did when we first met. You know, just like you get sick of us in the house get up all day, the feelings are mutual. Put on that nice outfit and some of that come hither cologne. If your lady works during the day and your at home, shower before she gets off, and make sure you have on some smell good's. Scent to a woman is intensely arousing. Its hard being a woman, we have to please you, our boss, our kids, and everyone in between. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt; ourselves, so give your lady a break fellas, she'd give you one without a second thought. Ride or die with her just like she does with you. Our bodies go through a lot of changes, we PMS, we get emotional, we are like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. But once you try to understand our patterns, accept them and try to meet us half way....you'll be greatly rewarded and so will we :)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; Next Blog....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-802391919978098524?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/802391919978098524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-rutt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/802391919978098524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/802391919978098524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-rutt.html' title='The Marriage Rutt'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-435321959902366979</id><published>2009-03-24T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:15:52.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change The Way You Think....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wakened up late because your alarm didn’t go off, hit your toe while rambling to get out of bed, couldn’t find your other shoe? Then, declared it to be the start of a bad day and from there the ripple affect began. I think we all have had this experience. Its time to change the way we think. Try to think positive and positive things will happen. If you think negatively, only negative things will happen. If you say you are going to be late for work, you will be. If you say you won’t get the promotion, you won’t. Whatever you think or say comes into existence. Its time to change the way we perceive things. The Universe is like a Genie, ready to grant every wish, rather it be good or bad. So think positively and you can change the whole outlook on your day. Think it, say it and believe it to be true, claim it and it shall be yours. You are the writer and director of your movie and only you know the ending. Your destiny is whatever you perceive it to be. Get rid of negative people in your life, they are like dead weight, holding you down. Surround yourself with positive, ambitious, encouraging people and watch how they affect you. Nothing is unattainable unless you make it so, CHANGE THE WAY YOU THINK and change your life! Make your own rules, there are no boundaries, remember the sky is the limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now….until next blog :)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-435321959902366979?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/435321959902366979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-way-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/435321959902366979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/435321959902366979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-way-you-think.html' title='Change The Way You Think....'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-587415998421616021</id><published>2009-03-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:21:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snitching/Hating When to Draw the Line....</title><content type='html'>I'm sounding off!!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE KERI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HILSON&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT NOW! I AIN'T TRYING TO START NO MESS, BUT I GOT SOMETHING ON MY CHEST THAT I NEED TO GET OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, a few of you may not like me after this...oh well, so be it. I am so SICK of people who do the right thing getting called out as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snicth&lt;/span&gt; or a hater! We have ghetto individuals ruining things for us civilized people and it's really gotten under my skin. Why should I stand by and watch you destroy my community and make me look bad. Why should I stand by and watch you hurt my friend! If I don't do something about it, it means I accept it! Hell no, not this woman! If you tear up my neighborhood or cause drama, I'm reporting your ass!!! It's that simple, call it whatever you like! If we don't take care of our communities and look out for one another who will. BLACK PEOPLE, IT'S TIME TO STOP BLAMING YOUR WOES ON THE WHITE MAN!! TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!!! Just because you're brought up in the projects doesn't mean you have to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodrat&lt;/span&gt;, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bumb&lt;/span&gt; dude, get yourself together, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; stopping you from achieving what you want except you. Remember, you are who you hang with. It's time for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;none sense&lt;/span&gt; to cease and assist. I'm so over it! I'm tired of getting the dirty looks because I want something out of life, don't hate, get on my level! If you want something nice you have to go after it. AND PEOPLE, STOP DESTROYING YOUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! THIS IS SELF EXPLANATORY, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE ANIMALS, STOP LIVING LIKE ONE. I can't tell you how embarrassing it is to see how bad our communities look. JUST BECAUSE YOUR ON SECTION 8, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO LIVE LIKE A SLOB AND TEAR DOWN YOUR, (AND I CAN'T STRESS THE WORD &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; ENOUGH) NEIGHBORHOOD!!! Its time to stand up and take care of ours, stop blaming other people for what we need to change. If you see something wrong, do something about it, report it. It won't stop unless you do, nothing will change unless you make an effort! BARACK didn't get in office by sitting on his behind, he made things happen, he made a change!!! Now its time to follow his lead, BLACK MEN, YOU HAVE NO MORE EXCUSES, YOU ARE THE MAN! WE ARE KINGS AND QUEENS, LETS ACT LIKE IT!!! If you have to be a snitch to get it done, be the BEST damn snitch you can be. If you have to be a hater, well, so be it! Just do the right thing people and get the job done. EACH ONE TEACH ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...I'm done venting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-587415998421616021?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/587415998421616021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/snitchinghating-when-to-draw-line.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/587415998421616021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/587415998421616021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/snitchinghating-when-to-draw-line.html' title='Snitching/Hating When to Draw the Line....'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-7332244461622043582</id><published>2009-03-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:20:00.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Date or Not To Date Your Ex's Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this one is always sure to be controversial. Is it ever cool to date one of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; friends or your friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt;? When, why/why not? I've heard that if it was a high school relationship and your adults than their game. What about if they were your ex-fiance or your kids father. There are so many variables or scenarios one can come up with to say why or why not on this subject. I have learned that it is never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to date your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; friends or your friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt;. There may still be open wounds or feelings between the friend or ex. That means you should be considerate of that, especially if they're your friend. Relationships come and go, but good friendships are long lasting right? There are millions of compatible people in the world, why go for that one person your friend already had? It shows little class and no real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;companion&lt;/span&gt; for your friend. Even if you ask your friend if this is something they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with, they may lie, just to look as if they are over it. Does that really mean when they see the two of you out and about that they won't want to scratch your eyes out or knock your block off (for the fellas..I went old school, I know...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). Life is too short not to be happy, but I say why not go after someone you can call all your own. Don't be that shallow, expand your horizons, find your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; special. This is especially for the women, we are so quick to stab one another in the back over a man that was never worth our time anyway. If he was no good to your friend, nine times out of ten, he will be the same with you. I highly doubt he magically saw the light and is now a "changed" man. And if he'll do it to you, you never know which of your friends he may be plotting on next or worst yet family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt;. We as women set the tone and we hold the power. The way we treat one another reflects onto the men we choose to be a part of our life and reflects how they will treat us in return. So ladies, lets pick up some class while we're out shoe shopping if we don't already have some in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself....Join the Conversation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-7332244461622043582?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/7332244461622043582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-date-or-not-to-date-your-exs-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/7332244461622043582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/7332244461622043582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-date-or-not-to-date-your-exs-friends.html' title='To Date or Not To Date Your Ex&apos;s Friends'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798253379346138152.post-9084241727145192161</id><published>2009-03-22T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:01:52.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Marriage and The Economy</title><content type='html'>Is it really cheaper to keep her? With the economy the way it is today, is it better to love the one your with rather than leave them? Well, that is the question that many are asking themselves now before turning to divorce court. Times today are much harder than before and two incomes are now a necessity for survival. Most couples are turning to counseling to try to work through their problems rather than turning in the towel and loosing out on that second income. With the increase in price on everything from food to housing, and very little if any increase in pay and a rising unemployment rate, families have no choice but to work through their problems. What would you do if it were you in this scenario? Would you stay and work it out or would you try to make it on your own? There's more to consider now, than say five years ago. I say try to sit down with your spouse and find out what's the underlying issue. Get a mediator if your both not seeing eye to eye, maybe a third party, like a counselor or pastor can help both sides get their point across and shed some light on the situation. Whatever it takes, you both need each other, so try to work it out as best you can before giving up on the relationship/marriage. And remember its not as easy being single as you think, the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence.  Make a list of what you love about your partner and what you'd like for them to change vice-versa. Then make a list of the things you are willing to accept about your partner and what you think you should change about yourself. Then pass the list to your partner, you never know it could all just be a misunderstanding or maybe its something you've been told all your life you should change. Why not do it for the one you love? Life's to short to waste on none sense things, its to be lived to the fullest and shared with the ones you love.  REMEMBER WHATS MOST IMPORTANT AND FIGHT FOR IT AT ALL COST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this, express your self and join in The Conversation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1798253379346138152-9084241727145192161?l=therealconversation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/feeds/9084241727145192161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-and-economy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/9084241727145192161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798253379346138152/posts/default/9084241727145192161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealconversation.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-and-economy.html' title='Marriage and The Economy'/><author><name>Ms Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04535313584639872946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUBcA80KryM/S8UO_Z6iHbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UCCWHS6PqI8/S220/Picture0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
