<?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-12928164</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:57:43.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Rican Angel</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm only an "Angel" as long as your nice! 23 year old Puerto Rican. I love my 6'1'' member of the USMRDRCRU (He's a Marine). Check out his blog page.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-113763617498365306</id><published>2006-01-18T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:02:54.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's official..................I"M GONNA BE A MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm 5 weeks pregnant! I can't believe it! I've never been so happy in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-113763617498365306?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/113763617498365306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=113763617498365306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113763617498365306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113763617498365306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-113452740140535328</id><published>2005-12-13T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:30:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it feels so good..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Palm_Large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/Palm_Large.gif" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well it's official ya'll my homegurl is here! YEAH!!!!! LOL. She's in New York for the week. As you may or may not know, she moved to Florida to continue going to school. Bottom line, the biotch left me here to rot!!!! Nah I'm happy for her but I've missed her like all hell! She's buggin the hell out because it's so cold here right now. Like her ass isn't originally from New York. She better act like she knows. I hope that we get to chill before she goes back. Our lives are so busy lately that we don't have the time like we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/bart-school.gif" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Work is okay. There is this one kid that I would love to murder. Everyday we bump heads and shit, but I'm working on it. With our new contract and shit, and all the the current changes its alittle weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-113452740140535328?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/113452740140535328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=113452740140535328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113452740140535328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113452740140535328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/12/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it feels so good..............'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-113408539626906391</id><published>2005-12-08T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:43:16.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Hey Hey!!!! Whats up to all those in the blog world. I know I've been MIA for a looooooong time, but I swear that this time I'm back for good!! So whats up with all of you. I have so much to talk about that it isn't even funny. Slowly but surely I'll get it all together again.  I figured that since I couldn't possibly type it all right now I would at least leave you guys with a picture so you know I'm still functional. This is my friend and I on her birthday about to go out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-113408539626906391?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/113408539626906391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=113408539626906391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113408539626906391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113408539626906391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-113003662122908790</id><published>2005-10-22T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:06:10.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a bad girl</title><content type='html'>I know, I know........ I've completely abandoned my blog responsibilities! For that I am truly sorry! I'm just getting myself situated. A lot has been going on and I promise that I'll get my shit together. For now I'll just leave you with the knowledge that I will be back and better than ever! (like you give a damn!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-113003662122908790?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/113003662122908790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=113003662122908790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113003662122908790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/113003662122908790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad girl'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112786956984592376</id><published>2005-09-27T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:06:09.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Mommy.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MOMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;YEAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112786956984592376?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112786956984592376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112786956984592376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112786956984592376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112786956984592376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-my-mommy.html' title='For My Mommy.......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112786915800039395</id><published>2005-09-27T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:59:18.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The highlight of my day</title><content type='html'>Lately when I get home from work I feel really crappy, but today was good because of a certain someone...........Skyalise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051835a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/0927051835a.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sunshine! She's so cute when she doesn't have an attitude LOL! Cheesing for the camera, she's so conceited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/0927051837.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her.....always eating something! She's gonna get fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/0927051838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That look says......"Titi I didn't so it cuz I'm to cute!!" Yeah right girl I know whats up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/0927051836a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss, Kiss, Kisses!!!!!!! MUAH MUAH MUAH! She also loves to do butterfly kisses. Thats when she flutters her eyelashes on my cheek!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/0927051836a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112786915800039395?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112786915800039395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112786915800039395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112786915800039395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112786915800039395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/highlight-of-my-day.html' title='The highlight of my day'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112767173039644582</id><published>2005-09-25T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:54:21.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/clip_image0021.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.....before anybody says it, I've been falling off!! So much has been going on lately that I haven't had the energy to post. Well I'll let you all in on everything now! In past posts I've mentioned the drama that I have with my brother and "father". Well my father promised me that he was gonna buy me a car. Now I'm not stupid, I know he's just doing this to buy my forgivness and shit.....well you know what I'll take the car. My brother lives in Florida with my father, and up until recently he was working but he lost his job cuz he did some dumb shit that I'll get into later. My father has been trying to fund my brother an apartment cuz he and my father's girlfriend can't get along with eachother. So now he found my brither an apt. but he ain't got no job. So, I get a phone call from my brother....and he tells me Oh dad found me an apt. I was happy for him cuz I knew the drama that has been going on. Then he drops the bomb.......Dad can't get your car right now. I was pissed so I asked to speak to my father. While they're passing the phone I can hear my brother tell my father I told her and she said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Can you believe that I can actually hear these motherfuckers laughing about me. So my "father" gets on the phone and starts giving me this whole song and dance about how he found my brother an apt. and shit. So I say well what the fuck does that have to do with me and ask him well who's gonna pay his rent?? All he says is, well now you know why I can't get your car. Ain't that a bitch. This motherfucka got no job, money, resposibility, and now he gets a new crib and his rent paid. I'm over here bustin my ass going to school, work, paying my own bills and I get shited on. When I tried to express my "displeasure" at the situation my father didn't want to here it and tried to pass the phone talking about here's your brother. I said no and hung the fuck up. Do you know that an entire week went by and they just called me last night talking about why am I being a stranger? Are you serious???? It's not like I'm a selfish bitch or anything but come on. I always do the right thing and he doesn't. Why do I have to be pushed to the side cuz he can't keep a job??? Do you honestly think that he's gonna try to find another one as long as you're paying his rent? Be fucking serious. I didn't see anyone offering to pay my rent when I was struggling to pay it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112767173039644582?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112767173039644582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112767173039644582&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112767173039644582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112767173039644582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112683942108436770</id><published>2005-09-15T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:57:01.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it all to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this shit......our fucking computer crashed!!!! We had to reformat the entire hard drive. So, every picture and saved thing on the computer is freaking gone! This crap sucks!!! Do you have any idea how long it took me to find all of those crazy ass pictures. Not to mention all of the sentimental pictures of my dad and friends. I'm not sure if I can get all of them back. I'm so damn mad!!!! But you know what I'm gonna try to stay calm and not scream. One day it was working fine and the next day this happened. I think I know why but I'm not gonna say cuz certain people read this blog and I don't want to start any drama!!! Whatever Please let me get through the end of the week. Just gotta breathe, stretch, shake, let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112683942108436770?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112683942108436770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112683942108436770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112683942108436770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112683942108436770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-it-all-to-hell.html' title='Damn it all to hell'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112648524608104261</id><published>2005-09-11T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:34:06.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTHA'S REDNECK TIPS........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/toon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/toon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never take a beer to a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always identify people in your yard before shooting at them.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's considered tacky to take a cooler to church.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have to vacuum the bed, it is time to change the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;5. Even if you're certain that you are included in the will, it is still considered tacky to drive a U-Haul to the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DINING OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. When decanting wine, make sure that you tilt the paper cup, and pour slowly so as not to "bruise" the fruit of the vine.&lt;br /&gt;2. If drinking directly from the bottle, always hold it with your fingers covering the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ENTERTAINING IN YOUR HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. A centerpiece for the table should never be anything prepared by a taxidermist. 2. Do not allow the dog to eat from the table...no matter how good his manners are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PERSONAL HYGIENE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While ears need to be cleaned regularly, this is a job that should be done in private using one's OWN truck keys.&lt;br /&gt;2. Proper use of toiletries can forestall bathing for several days. However, if you live alone, deodorant is a waste of good money.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dirt and grease under the fingernails is a social no-no, as they tend to detract from a woman's jewelry and alter the taste of finger foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DATING&lt;/u&gt; (Outside the Family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always offer to bait your date's hook, especially on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be aggressive. Let her know you're interested: "I've been wanting to go out with you since I read that stuff on the bathroom wall two years ago."&lt;br /&gt;3. Establish with her parents what time she is expected back. Some will say 10:00 PM; others might say "Monday." If the latter is the answer, it is the man's responsibility to get her to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEATER ETIQUETTE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying babies should be taken to the lobby and picked up immediately after the movie has ended.&lt;br /&gt;2. Refrain from talking to characters on the screen. Tests have proven they can't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDDINGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Livestock is usually a poor choice for a wedding gift.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissing the bride for more than 5 seconds may get you shot.&lt;br /&gt;3. For the groom, at least, rent a tux. A leisure suit with a cummerbund and clean bowling shirt can create a tacky appearance.&lt;br /&gt;4. Though uncomfortable, say "yes" to socks and shoes for this special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DRIVING ETIQUETTE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dim your headlights for approaching vehicles; even if the gun is loaded and the deer is in sight.&lt;br /&gt;2. When approaching a four-way stop, the vehicle with the largest tires always has the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never tow another car using panty hose and duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;4. When sending your wife down the road with a gas can, it is impolite to ask her to bring back beer too.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not lay rubber while traveling in a funeral procession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112648524608104261?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112648524608104261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112648524608104261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112648524608104261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112648524608104261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/marthas-redneck-tips.html' title='MARTHA&apos;S REDNECK TIPS........'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112645865041725060</id><published>2005-09-11T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:10:50.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0026.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image0024.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0025.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We all know what today is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those that remember what happened 4 years ago today there is no need for explanation. I'm not trying to make this day seem like it doesn't matter, but I've come to dread it. The ironic thing is that today is The Marine and My anniversary. Instead of celebrating I'm sitting here posting this. I'm not saying that I couldn't go out and celebreate if we wanted to, but it's just hard to feel so festive when I think about the date. My heart goes out to all those who lost someone....but I don't think that this whole public show on television is necessary. I don't think that anyone will and can forget what this day signifies. Can't we as a counrty just mourn in peace?? I hate turning on the television today. The images of the towers going down, and people running for their lives is forever burned in my brain. I don't like seeing it again every year. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to us as a nation, but I think that by constantly reliving it like this you're giving whoever did it power. Like I said I'm not trying to act like this isn't as big as it is......cuz I can honestly say it is the worst. YES, WHOEVER DID THIS GOT THE BEST OF US THAT DAY BUT SHOW THEM THAT THEY WILL ONLY GET THAT ONE CHANCE! It's time for us to forge ahead and make things better so something like this will never happen again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those who are gone will always be in our hearts, thoughts, and prayers........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/mk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE WILL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEVER FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112645865041725060?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112645865041725060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112645865041725060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112645865041725060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112645865041725060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/rememberance.html' title='Rememberance'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112645606867332849</id><published>2005-09-11T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:27:48.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worlds Shortest Books......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/].gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="50" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/%5D.gif" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="68" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/clip_image0012.gif" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"My Plan To Find The Real Killers" by O.J. Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Difference between Reality and Dilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Human Rights Advances in China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Things I Wouldn't Do for Money" by Dennis Rodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Al Gore: The Wild Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amelia Earhart's Guide to the Pacific Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- America's Most Popular Lawyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Career Opportunities for Liberal Arts Majors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Detroit - A Travel Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Different Ways to Spell "Bob"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. Kevorkian's Collection of Motivational Speeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Easy UNIX - Ethiopian Tips on World Dominance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything Men Know About Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything Women Know About Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- French Hospitality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Book of Virtues" by Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Foreman's Big Book of Baby Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "How to Sustain a Musical Career" by Art Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mike Tyson's Guide to Dating Etiquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "One Hundred and One Spotted Owl Recipes" by the EPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Staple Your Way to Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Amish Phone Directory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Engineer's Guide to Fashion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112645606867332849?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112645606867332849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112645606867332849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112645606867332849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112645606867332849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-shortest-books.html' title='The Worlds Shortest Books......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112632017921529977</id><published>2005-09-09T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:44:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the daily grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;It's official........school is in session. This year I have 4th grade. The boy that was my charge last year isn't coming back to the school so that takes some of the pressure off. My first day was Tuesday. The kids came back Thursday. The first two days all we were doing was setting up and going over EVERYTHING. Wednesday I had to attend a workshop and it lasted the whole day. Talk about boring!!! Yesterday was the first "real day". I can't understand why it started on Thursday. Why not wait until Monday?? What is the point?? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/clip_image004.gif" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I have a couple of kids from last year. Which is cool. There is this one kid that I can tell right of the bat is gonna be trouble. He's showed up both days totally unprepared. He had no pen, pencil, notebook, nothing. He also talks nonstop, all day, even when he's just been told to stop. I don't know if we'll make it through the month, but we can hope.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to adjust. For 2 1/2 months I got to sleep late and watch television. The first day the alarm went off I jumped a mile in the air like what the hell was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/clip_image003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that. All in all it seems like its gonna be a great year. I like the other teacher I work with, the majority of the class is really well behaved, and I love the school. We also have a new principal, and it's a woman so yeah to that! I feel good, I get to shape young minds but lets hope that I don't screw them all up!!!!!! Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112632017921529977?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112632017921529977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112632017921529977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112632017921529977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112632017921529977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-daily-grind.html' title='Back to the daily grind'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112594186160291199</id><published>2005-09-05T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:37:41.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma......</title><content type='html'>A while ago my fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://goldnugget.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gold Nugget&lt;/a&gt; Wrote this post about "Karma". He laughed at some guy who got hit in the nuts and in return got hit in the nuts like 3 times in the same day. If you want to read it...... &lt;a href="http://goldnugget.blogspot.com/2005/08/karma.html"&gt;Karma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my cousin moved back here from Florida. She and her daughter have been staying with us while she tries to get this apartment she wants. The Marine and I don't have any kids of our own yet, but it seems like we do since the baby is always here. Well today My cous&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image0012.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in and the baby come back from visiting a friend, the baby gets excited and goes to jump in The Marines lap. Well she ends up landing right on the boys.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! As I'm writing this post she tries to climb on his lap and knees him in the boys again! HAHAHA!!! So far nothing else, but I'm waiting. I don't think that it's necessarily karma just bad ass luck!!! I think that if you're a man and you have kids you better walk around wearing a cup cuz If not you will never be able to have children again!!! Or in our case if this keeps up we may never be able to start a family!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112594186160291199?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112594186160291199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112594186160291199&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112594186160291199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112594186160291199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/karma.html' title='Karma......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112579862292146802</id><published>2005-09-03T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:53:08.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Amaya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/Amaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Introducing Miss Amaya. Isn't she precious???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Born: September 2, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Time: 7:15 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weight: 7 lbs. 3 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Length: 19 inchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS Y AND N ON YOUR NEW LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112579862292146802?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112579862292146802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112579862292146802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112579862292146802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112579862292146802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-she-is.html' title='Here she is'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112572277684620379</id><published>2005-09-03T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:46:16.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0022.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image0022.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0021.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today My friend Y gave birth to a beautiful new baby!!!! She's been having contractions for a few days and she was even dialated 3 cm for awhile. We were all holding our breaths waiting for that damn baby to drop. She went in last night and the doctors decided to induce her labor cuz the baby was being stubborn and refused to come out. I guess they're just like their mom!!!! It was so crazy....we went to visit her cuz she went in last night, so we thought she would've had the baby already. OF COURSE NOT......we got there while she was in the middle of everything! I want kids as much as the next person, but if you had seen the look of anguish on her face....DAMN! we didn't stay long since she was in no condition to receive guests. 20 minutes after we left she gave birth! Tomorrow we're gonna go visit. I'll try to take pictures so you guys can see!! Since everything happened so late we didn't get the low down yet. Tomorrow I'll post the stats.......length, weight,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'm not gonna keep you guys hanging......&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image00d.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Damn it seems like everyone is having a baby. Does this mean that The Marine and I are next????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112572277684620379?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112572277684620379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112572277684620379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112572277684620379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112572277684620379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-arrival.html' title='A New Arrival'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112563516960937174</id><published>2005-09-02T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:26:09.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO IMPRESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image0012.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image0011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;cuddle her,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her,&lt;br /&gt;caress her,&lt;br /&gt;love her,&lt;br /&gt;stroke her,&lt;br /&gt;tease her,&lt;br /&gt;comfort her,&lt;br /&gt;protect her,&lt;br /&gt;hug her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her,&lt;br /&gt;spend money on her,&lt;br /&gt;wine &amp;amp; dine her,&lt;br /&gt;buy things for her,&lt;br /&gt;listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;care for her,&lt;br /&gt;stand by her,&lt;br /&gt;support her,&lt;br /&gt;go to the ends of the earth for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;show up naked,&lt;br /&gt;bring beer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112563516960937174?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112563516960937174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112563516960937174&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563516960937174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563516960937174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-impress.html' title='HOW TO IMPRESS...'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112563055084681100</id><published>2005-09-01T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:09:10.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today Me, My Marine, My Cousin, and her daughter were in the supermarket getting a few things that we needed. The baby was tired so she was kind of cranky. We put her in the shopping cart and went down the aisles. Like any 2 1/2 year old she saw a lot of things that she "needed" to have. Not to cause a scene we gave her some things to hold and we were just planning to put them back when we were on the check out line. She wanted to open something ao we told her that we had to pay for the stuff first before we could open it or else the police would come and we would get in trouble. She was like Oh, ok and she didn't open anything so we thought everything was all good. Well.....we're at the Deli ordering some cold cuts and they have this whole table display of doughnuts, cakes, cupcakes, etc. They're all sealed in this plastic with colors and the whole nine. Of course she wants to "buy" that (meaning we buy it). We put it in the cart cuz this is the last thing we need to get then we're out of here and we didn't wanna get into anything at the moment. My Marine and I are facing the counter not paying attention When we hear my cousin inhale a sharp breath. We turn around cuz we thought something had happened, well there is the baby sitting in the cart eating the cup cakes. We're all standing there stuck with our mouths hanging open. Marine grabe the cupcake and puts it back in the package. She gets mad and starts to cry. My cousin is looking at her and is like "Did we pay for that yet?" and the baby just shakes her head no. I was trying so hard not to laugh cuz she's sitting there with icing and sprinkles on her face looking like she's about to be put to death. We just left the container there and walked away. The whole way home she was still asking for the cupcakes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112563055084681100?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112563055084681100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112563055084681100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563055084681100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563055084681100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes.......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112563436634456639</id><published>2005-09-01T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:12:46.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny ass things to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/kjk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/kjk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you." To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Damn Now ain't that a bitch huh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. One day, God and Adam were walking in the Garden of Eden. God told Adam that it was time to populate the Earth. "Adam, you can start by kissing Eve." "Lord, what is a kiss?" asked Adam. God explained, and then Adam took Eve behind the bush and kissed her. A little while later, Adam returned with a big smile and said, "Lord! That was great! What's next?" "Adam, I now want you to caress Eve." "Lord, what is caress?" asked Adam. God explained, then Adam took Eve behind the bush and caressed her. A little while later, Adam returned with a big smile and said, "Lord that was even better than a kiss! What's next?" "Here is what gets the deed done. I now want you to make love to Eve." "Lord, what is make love?" asked Adam. God explained, then Adam took Eve behind the bush. A few seconds later, Adam returned and asked, "Lord, what is a headache?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see....it's been happening since the dawn of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. One day The Lord spoke to Adam. "I've got some good news and some bad news," The Lord said. Adam looked at The Lord and replied, "Well, give me the good news first." Smiling, The Lord explained, "I've got two new organs for you, one is called a brain. It will allow you to create new things, solve problems, and have intelligent conversations with Eve. The other organ I have for you is called a penis. It will give you great physical pleasure and allow you to reproduce your now intelligent life form and populate this planet. Eve will be very happy that you now have this organ to give her children." Adam, very excited, exclaimed, "These are great gifts you have given to me. What could possibly be bad news after such great tidings?" The Lord looked upon Adam and said with great sorrow, "You will never be able to use these two gifts at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Ain't that the truth??? Straight from the mouth of the almighty, and men swear that we're just hating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thought???..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112563436634456639?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112563436634456639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112563436634456639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563436634456639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112563436634456639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-ass-things-to-think-about.html' title='Funny ass things to think about'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112551543268681104</id><published>2005-08-31T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:10:32.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters on the skin......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I saw this joke and it made me think of someone in particular, so I decided to post it. They know who they are..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/W.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/W.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three women at the doctors office. The first one goes in to see the doctor. When the doctor goes to examine her he notices a big Y on her chest. The doctor asks, " Why do you have a big Y on your chest?" She replys, " Well, my boyfriend went to Yale and when we make love he likes to wear his college sweater." The doctor nods and continues on with the next patient. When he examines her he notices a big H on her chest. Agian, the doctor asks, " How did you get a big H on your chest?" The woman replys " My husband went to Harvard and when we make love he likes to wear his college sweater." The doctors just nods his head and continues on with the last patient. As he examines her he notices once again that this woman also has a letter on her chest. A large M. He says, " Dont tell me, your boyfriend went to Michigan?" " NO" replys the patient " But my girlfriend went to Wisconsin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112551543268681104?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112551543268681104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112551543268681104&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112551543268681104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112551543268681104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/letters-on-skin.html' title='Letters on the skin......'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112536273671200844</id><published>2005-08-29T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:45:36.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Ass Mad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/mad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/pissed.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/pissed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What the hell is this fucking world coming to??? Its like you can't have nice things without some low life son of a bitch trying to take it from you. Today was the first day of class so My Marine went to school after work to make sure everything was all good. He calls and tells me that he's on his way home, a little while later I get a call on my cell from a weird number. It was him telling me that he was on the train and 2 guys bumped into him. He didn't think anything of it until a couple of stops later when he reached for his phone to play a game. WELL YOU GUESSED IT......It was gone!!!! That phone cost a lot of money!!!! Now he's gotta get a new phone! That shit is not fair. We work hard for or shit. It's not our fault that your broke ass can't afford your own fucking phone you piece of shit!!! I say this cuz I have the sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/cell.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/cell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me phone. I saved the money so I can afford a nice phone that I wanted. I hate shit like this, and people wonder why people say what the say about certain races, people etc. I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/screw%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/screw%20you.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; saying who did it, but the shit is still fucked up!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In honor os Spexial......I want to say this... 999,999,999,999, middle fingers to the mutherfuckers who did this. I hope your piece of shit asses get caught! (isn't it ironic that this happened on a middle finger Monday?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112536273671200844?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112536273671200844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112536273671200844&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112536273671200844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112536273671200844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/burning-ass-mad.html' title='Burning Ass Mad!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112494926023138257</id><published>2005-08-25T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:11:39.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints (when you cry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to listen to music. I mostly listen to Hip Hop, Rap, that sort of thing. A lot of it is the same and then I'll come across a song that I'm really feeling, whether it be because of the beat or the words. Well this song really touched me. I sat down and really concentrated on the words. I felt that it was so inspiring. Given everything that we as people go through, there is always someone hurting more than you, so I feel that this song really touches on something important....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hurry up and come home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;was the last thing she said to her son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the day his life was taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;She didn't know he wouldn't come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He died from the bullet of a gun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and now her little boy is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;She said help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lord help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then she looked up to the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and she heard the voice reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you cry, I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I cry along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you smile, I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I smile along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you cry, I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I cry along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you smile, I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I smile along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Another baby left homeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;abandoned when he was two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So the street side kids and a shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;was the family he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's not easy being homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sometimes you have to do what you have to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and he didn't have a mom or dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;to help him get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He said help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Father help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And he looked up to the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and he heard a voice reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you cry, I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I cry along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you smile, I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I smile along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you cry, I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I cry along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you smile, I smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I smile along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*There is more to this song but the next verse is regee and I can't write the whole thing. I figured that you would get my point with these first two verses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sung by- T.O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112494926023138257?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112494926023138257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112494926023138257&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112494926023138257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112494926023138257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/footprints-when-you-cry.html' title='Footprints (when you cry)'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112486065627766050</id><published>2005-08-24T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:17:36.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Standard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today My Marine and I were sitting in McDonalds eating and I don't know how we got there but we stumbled onto a conversation about men, women, and sex. So Since it's 12:40 Am I guess I'll start Foxy's Why Wednesday. This is my why................&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when a man sleeps with all kinds of women he's a playa, and if a woman sleeps with all kinds of men she's a ho? Why isn't it the same for both sexes? If 2 people sleep together on their first date they go back and tell their friends about it, but more often than not the conversations will be way different.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOMAN- I went out with (insert name here) last night.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- Really? How was it?&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN- Oh it was great! First we went here then we went there. Then he did this, then he said that.......blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- Really! So....did anything "happen"?&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN- Ummmmm.....Well............(insert laugh here)&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- You didn't!!!!! OH GO AHEAD GURL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something to that affect. Next convo...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MAN- Yo I went out with that chick (insert name here) last night.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- Oh word??? So how was it?&lt;br /&gt;MAN- It was aight. We went to eat and shit.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- What was she wearing? Did she look hot??&lt;br /&gt;MAN- Yo her body was off the hook! Her ass looked mad good!!&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- So did you hit it?&lt;br /&gt;MAN- Hell yeah! She gave it up first day.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- Damn that bitch is a ho! I can't believe she let you hit it on the first date!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now don't get me wrong.....I don't think all men are like this, but the majority of my friends are men. Since they treat me like one of the guyz they have these kind of conversations in front of me. I hear about this chick and that chick. Who they're cheatin with, blah blah blah! You know what I think is so funny.....The fact that some men tend to forget that they also "gave it up" on the first date, but they're so damn quick to judge. So what kind of a person does that make them? Just because a woman his comfortable with her sexuality then she's a ho??? Oh and you know if you're dating someone and all of a sudden you break up you magically become a "ho" in their eyes and the eyes of their friends. But you were fine when they were screwing you for however long your relationship was. Look I'm not gonna front, there have been times when I've been chillin with my gurls and we've been talking about some chick or another. "Oh I can't believe that she fucked so many guys. What a fucking slut, blah blah blah." But you know what as I've gotten older I've realized that the kiddie reputation bullshit from highschool- Oh don't talk to him cuz people will think you're a geek, don't dress like that cuz people will think you're easy, etc.- is so tired! When are people gonna stop worrying about who so and so is fucking, what so and so is wearing and start worrying about themselves. You know if you're a person who continuously sleeps with random people without protection and being responsible and you've banged like 4 different people in 1 day than hey maybe you should take a step back and reevaluate your life. But hey if this is you and you know what you're doing than hey...Do You like I always say. I bet everyone in America got some kind of skeletons in their closet. In short what I really want to say is................Don't sit around and judge other people until you're willing to take a step back and judge yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112486065627766050?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112486065627766050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112486065627766050&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112486065627766050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112486065627766050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/double-standard.html' title='Double Standard'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112485668323669188</id><published>2005-08-23T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:20:03.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/tag1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/tag1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by my homegurl &lt;a href="http://theoneandonlyqt.blogspot.com/"&gt;QT&lt;/a&gt;, but don't worry I'm gonna get her ass for this. Well here is my question..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 songs you are currently digging.....it doesn't mater what genre, or if they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs that you are really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists and the 10 songs on your Blog. Then tag 5 other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll try to list everything to the best of my ability but sometimes I forget the name of a song so give me credit. Here we go, my 10 songs.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. Pon De Replay- Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. Switch- Will Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. Rakata- Wishin &amp;amp; Yandel (reggeaton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. Suga Suga- Frankie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. You Will Never Find Another Lover- Essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;6. Gold Digger- Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;7. One Minute Man- Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Que Te Vas- George Lamond (salsa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. FootPrints- T.O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Step Off- Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay now I will tag......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msdevo.blogspot.com/"&gt;MsDevo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://msnhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;msnhim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nappydiatribe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Humanity Critic&lt;/a&gt;.....I guess thats it for now cuz we pretty much all read the same blogs. If you wanna be tagged just let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112485668323669188?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112485668323669188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112485668323669188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112485668323669188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112485668323669188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112474167001949520</id><published>2005-08-22T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:14:30.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Mystic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/Mystic.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't know about the rest of you...but I often wonder about things that aren't real. Like what would it be like if there were dragons roaming the earth, what if vampires really did exsist? Someone who has lived hundreds of years and never aged at all. Some of my favorite books are the Harry Potter series, and I find myself wishing that it was real. I think that would be the coolest thing in the world. If there really was a school where you could learn magic and learn how to preform spells. Shit sign me up. I'd be turning people into all kinds of stuff. I don't know if maybe it's because I like to read a lot or what but I'll come up with some outlandish crap. Well a girl can dream can't she??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112474167001949520?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112474167001949520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112474167001949520&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112474167001949520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112474167001949520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112474034322849877</id><published>2005-08-22T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:52:23.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing a Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well as you all know...it is very hard to come up with something witty and interesting everyday to post, and today is just not one of those days. So I was looking through my picture files and I was shocked to notice how many Puerto Rican images I have accumulated and like I said since I have nothing beter to write I decided to share them with you until my brain comes out of deep freeze. (If you don't like them TOUGH TITTIES...for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; sake just pretend) So with out further delay here is my tribute to being Puerto Rican! (Obsesive huh?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Boricua.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Boricua.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/flags1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="54" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/100%20Latina.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Nina%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Nina%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Puerto%20Rico%20hugs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Puerto%20Rico%20hugs1.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Puertorico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="174" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Puertorico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/PR%20Pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112474034322849877?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112474034322849877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112474034322849877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112474034322849877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112474034322849877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/drawing-blank.html' title='Drawing a Blank'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112460075186559978</id><published>2005-08-20T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:05:51.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Beyond Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Train.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/Train.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A while ago, on one of Foxy's "Why Wednesdays" I posted this why..............Why is it that when you see someone with a deformity or disability you can't help but look even though you know it's wrong? OK well my "why" was tested today. I was on the train with My Marine. We were on our way to work. Well this guy gets on and stands in front of the doors that were right in my line of vision. I look up cuz sometimes I have this habit of looking at people on the train. So sue me sometimes I get bored and my eyes wander. Well I happened to glance at the guy and look away, then I kinda double taked cuz something didn't seem right at first glance. It turned out that the guy's right arm was missing from the elbow down, and he kinda had &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/checks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/checks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these two little fingers (I think) so it lead me to believe that he was probably born that way. He's not that intersting, so I start looking around again. My gaze goes back over to him. Now he's got this checkbook out and I guess he was looking through it. What I found fascinating was the fact that he was holding the checkbook with his good hand and was using the little "fingers" to turn the pages. At this point I'm openly staring. I look over and My Marine is watching him also. Now here's the weird part......he eventually finds the page that he's looking for and takes out a pen to write something down in the checkbook. (Before you ask, no he used the good hand) instead of sitting down so he can make it easier on himself (and there were a whole mess of seats around) he decides to cross his left leg over his right kinda like he was sitting in an invisible chair. He uses the short arm to hold the check book steady against his leg while he writes with the other. At this point Marine turns to me and with a real serious face says..Damn I guess he's really balancing his checkbook huh?? I couldn't help it so I busted out laughing!!! I was laughing so loud that people were looking at me now. You see what I mean about that why?? It's like laughing when someone gets hurt.....you know you shouldn't but you do it anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112460075186559978?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112460075186559978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112460075186559978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112460075186559978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112460075186559978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/weird-beyond-words.html' title='Weird Beyond Words'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112445667991331609</id><published>2005-08-19T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:04:39.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble in Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/fighting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/fighting.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my best friend came to New York for the weekend. She wanted to hang out so me, My Marine, and some other people went out to this bar/lounge on Delancey street. Marine knows one of the bouncers in there so we had no trouble getting in. It was really nice. There's two floors. The top floor has a balcony that over looks the street. Well we're chillin for awhile, and we were able to get free drinks cuz of the hook up. Well the top floor doesn't play music. This is more of a place for people to go smoke and socialize instead of having to go outside. Well My marine and I were standing in the hallway by the stairs talking when this ugly anorexic bitch walks by. At that moment we were gonna go back into the room and The Marine and this chick accidentally bump shoulders. Well he goes to apologize to her and she just starts yelling and cursing at him......You're a fucking asshole, you fucking knocked into me, blah blah blah. Now at first he was trying to be nice but she just wouldn't stop cuz she was drunk and there was no way that he was gonna stand for the way she was yelling at him. She was getting all close and pointing her finger in his face. He got mad and cursed her ass out. All this happened in a matter of 5 seconds. Well I want to get on with our night and I won't stand by and let some bitch talk like that to my man so I jump in between them and was like okay it's over. I turn to her and was like okay just go on about your business. We'll go that way and you go that way. She's not trying to hear that. NOW the bitch is coming in my face! OH HELL FUCKING NO!! You must want to get your ass kicked cuz I am not the one. She's trying to convince me to be on her side. She's all in my face breathing on me and shit talking about your man is rude he bumped into me. I was like seriously sweety get the fuck out of my face and go about your business. THE BITCH STILL WON"T LISTEN. So now I'm yelling and she's yelling, and My Marine is trying to calm me down now so I won't start swinging at the bitch. Security comes and they break it up and surprise surprise start apologizing to me for her being a bitch. They saw the whole thing and apparently this chick was being a snotty bitch the whole night to staff and guests. She thought she was high and mighty cuz it was her birthday. Obviously she wasn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112445667991331609?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112445667991331609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112445667991331609&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112445667991331609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112445667991331609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/rumble-in-manhattan.html' title='Rumble in Manhattan'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112430853115855557</id><published>2005-08-17T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:55:31.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a child again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/butterfly.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/butterfly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now that my cousin and her daughter are here in New York, we have been spending a lot of time together. We go to the park a lot because of Sky. We don't want her indoors all day cuz then she gets restless. (In honor of Foxy) Why is it that when ever a grownup steps foot into a park they turn into children all over again? Well I don't know about you but I still love the park. I want to get on the swings, climb the jungle gym and all that good stuff. Just yesterday we were in Mcdonalds by my house and Sky was like come on Titi (Auntie for you non-spanish people) play with me. Go up with me. Now it doesn't shame me to say that I so desperately wanted to climb up ther and go down the twisty slide, jump in the ball pit, and just be a kid! Why can't we?? Sky can be shy at times and she didn't have anyone to play with, so it's up to me and her mom. I don't know I think playing with children and remembering my childhood makes me closer to them. I have this younger cousin (he's a guy) growing up I was always up to play with him, talk with him, chill with him. Because of this he told me that I was his favorite cousin and He loved me a lot. It made me feel really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112430853115855557?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112430853115855557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112430853115855557&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112430853115855557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112430853115855557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-child-again.html' title='Being a child again'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112425365332259155</id><published>2005-08-17T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:47:56.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Sign Of The Zodiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Aries2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/400/Aries.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have this book about the signs of the zodiac and I was reading about my sign. I found a lot of interesting things.............. It's funny how some of the things they say are exactly on point and how some things are way off! Here are some of the things that were said for my sign. I wrote whether or not they are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Likes and Dislikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Likes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; 1. Being liked (thats me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. The best wines ( I hate wine, I like liquor though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. A unique license plate on the car (so me. I'm gonna order one that says USMRDRCRU since my hubby's a marine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Money to burn (true and false. I like to save money, but I'll spend money if I have a lot saved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. new clothes (thats me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Red roses (not me. I don't see the point of flowers since they die anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Food in bright colors (I don't know about this one?? It's not like I examine the colors when the plate is put in front of me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Personalized gifts (thats me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. presents wrapped in intriguing paper (not me. I really don't care what the paper looks like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. books (totally me. If a book is intersting I can read it in a day. I won't put it down until I finish it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. sparkling gems (now come on what girl wouldn't?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dislikes- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. being ignored ( I hate that with a passion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. physical restiction (me. I hate feeling crowded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. being placed less than first (not me. I'm smart enough to realize that I can't come first in everything and everybody's life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. feeling hungry (so me. When I'm hungry I have to eat or I get cranky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. anyone who preforms better than I do (well sometimes..yes I'll admit it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. old things, second hand stuff (not me. If the thing has sentimental value then I'm all for it, put if your cheap ass gave me an old shirt cuz you were to lazy to buy me a birthday present than hell nah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. having to wait for anything (ME. I'm very impatient. I hate waitng on lines, on hold etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. lingering after food (not me. After I eat I like to relax and chill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. bland food (thats me. Hey I'm Puerto Rican, you gotta put some seasoning in it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aries And Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. In many ways the excitment is in the chase not the conquest (very true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Aries may appear to want to dominate, but does not want a submissive partner in sex (Definitely true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Routine is what brings boredom to love making for Aries ( true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Damn so I guess when it comes to sex they definitely have us down to a science. They had a lot of stuff in there about the Aries male blah blah blah. Since I'm obviously not a man I didn't care so you know. they also had things on marriage, health, at home, career, chinese zodiac, etc. It was too much to get into now but maybe this post could have a part 2. If there's anything you want to know about your zodiac sign just give me a holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112425365332259155?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112425365332259155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112425365332259155&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112425365332259155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112425365332259155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-sign-of-zodiac.html' title='The First Sign Of The Zodiac'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112421937884536549</id><published>2005-08-16T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:09:38.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Dentist.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/Dentist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have the entire summer off I figured that I would get all of my appointments out of the way...... you know doctor. feminine doctor (TMI I know), Dentist, etc I hate going to the dentist. I don't care what it's for. To me it's torture. The funny thing is that I can get piercings and tattoos but I freak out over the dentist. You know when you're sitting there and they call your name. I always get this feeling in the pit of my stomach like I'm taking my last walk! Don't get me started on my feelings when I see that damn needle! I want to get up and run for the door! I think that in order to be a dentist you have to be a sadist first. You have to get some kind of pleasure from inflicting pain on people. Every time I try to tell my dentist how much whatever he's doing hurts he refuses to believe. I wish I could strap his ass to the chair and let him know exactly what it feels like (without the fuckin novicane). I'm numb up to my eyes. Give me a break. What do you think, that I like to complain for my health?? HELL NAH that shit hurts!!! I wish that I didn't have to go but I do, Shit we all do! Unless everyone wants to walk around with no teeth in their mouths. I hate that novicaine shit (spelling?) especially when they hit a nerve!!! Just thinking about it makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry!!! LOL. Thank the lord that my appointments are almost over and I can go back to seeing him like once a year! Damn BASTARD!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112421937884536549?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112421937884536549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112421937884536549&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112421937884536549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112421937884536549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112416391813305936</id><published>2005-08-15T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:48:02.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin With My Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Scott%20&amp;%20Nina%200341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Scott%20%26%20Nina%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight was mad fun!!! My cousin and her man came over and we started drinking. We were taking shots of Chivas and drinking Coronas. Only me and my cousin were drinking so you know that her man and Superican were looking at us like we were crazy. We started taking all these crazy ass pictures and shit. Then my phone starts ringing and it's my father. He tells me that my brother got a job, so me and cuz start cheering and taking shots to celebrate. It was mad funny. My father was talking mad shit on the phone to be stupid and mess around. Then my best friend called from Florida and I was so happy to hear from her. She's coming to New York to visit this Thursday. YEAH!!!!!!! That even made me more happy. I miss her so so much!!! We already made plans to go out the day she gets here. I love chillin with my family like that. This is really the first time I chilled with my cousin's man, but he's mad cool so it was good. Him and Superican were playing Xbox and my and my cousin were just getting drunk!! Things were off the hook!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112416391813305936?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112416391813305936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112416391813305936&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112416391813305936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112416391813305936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/chillin-with-my-fam.html' title='Chillin With My Fam'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112399070680986377</id><published>2005-08-13T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:38:26.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Damn today was just one of those days that you do not want to be outside. It was over 90 degrees outside. A lot of people didn't come into work today. A lot of the clients didn't either. Every Saturday morning when we first get to work all we do is sit and chill for like an hour and 1/2. This is the best time of the day. All the staff sits around and bullshits for awhile. We catch up on eachother's week, eacthother's blogs, other people's blogs, eyc. Well this Saturday Me, Qt, and Baby daddy (if you're wondering who baby daddy is you have to read Qt's blog) are all sittin around talking. Now we sittin there minding our own business when who should walk up to the table but that triflin ass so and so that got me into all that shit before. Now let me tell you that since that day he hasn't spoken a word to me. When I got my job back he came up to me and apologized. Then he had the nerve to tell me that he thinks it will be best if we didn't work together. WTF??? Can you believe that shyt? Like I actually did something to his ass. Well he comes over to sit across from me. He actually had to tell one of the clients to move over so he can sit. Well Qt and baby daddy could careless that he's sitting there. They keep talking like we've been doing. Me, I'm not that crazy. From now on I'm watching what I say around him. So we were laughing or asses off talking about things like Qt's post about Murphy's law. LOL. We were coming up with the dumbest things we can find like......Why is it that when you see someone with an affliction why can't you help but stare especially when you know it's wrong?? well whatever. I like the time that I can spend with my friends like that. Where people can just kick back and chill. The only thing that fucked it up was the fact that HE was sitting there. A couple of people from work told me how sorry there were for what happened, which I appreciate. As well as all the love that you bloggers have been sending my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On a totally different topic I want to ask a question........Why is it that everytime you're on public transportaion there has to be one dumb ass person that has the only eye problem?? No matter what you do they seem fixated on you. Today when the marine and I were going to work this whole group of Mexicans got on the train. Now the train wasn't crowded before they got on. So now it's crowded as shit and there is this one chick standing directly on top of the seat that I was sitting in. There is this unwritten rule that you try to put as much space between you and the other person as possible, so tell me why she must have never heard that. So of course I get annoyed and say to the marine you know I love when people have no concept of personal space!! And I was like yeah I know. I mean damn especially when its that hot!!!! You know people be wanting to kill eachother in the heat. Well one of the chicks that was with her (she looked like she was 12 trying to be 25) had the nerve to look at me and roll her eyes. Oh hell no bitch you're not to young to get your ass kicked!! Shyt is I knew I wouldn't have lost my seat I would've been on her ass in a second!!!! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112399070680986377?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112399070680986377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112399070680986377&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112399070680986377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112399070680986377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/hanging-with-friends.html' title='Hanging with friends'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112387968144201001</id><published>2005-08-12T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:22:25.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day For Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/sierrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/sierrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was Sierrah's Funeral. A lot of people turned out to pay their respects to the family. I was doing okay until we got to the gravesite. When I saw that little coffin I couldn't keep it in anymore. I was trying to listen to what the preacher was saying but my mind was racing a mile a minute with so many questions.... why did this happen? Why her? She never even had a chance......and a whole lot of other things along those lines. I just wanted you guys to see  how beautiful she was. I have to stop now before I start to cry all over again. *This picture was taken by me a few hours after she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112387968144201001?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112387968144201001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112387968144201001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112387968144201001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112387968144201001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-for-rememberance.html' title='A Day For Rememberance'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112383148090958024</id><published>2005-08-12T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:24:40.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men In My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/mike%20and%20dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/mike%20and%20dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyone has drama in their lives especially me, well here is some of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;--------- My father, and brother, Now for those of you who have read my blog in the past, you know that I have not seen my fther since I was 7 years old. People say that we look a lot alike I don't see it, what do you think? Well whatever cuz thats besides the point. Now here's the deal...... My father and I recently started talking, and we both don't know how to act around eachother. I act like an animal that has been abused and no longer trusts people so I don't let him get to close. HE acts like a person at the pound trying to determine if the pet he is gonna chose has deep seeded issues based on past experiences. ( well you get what I'm saying) No even though he is my father he doesn't feel that he has a right to try and say anything to me because of the fact that I'm grown and he was never around. Well in a way that's kinda true, but one day when we had it out on the phone he couldn't give me the answers I needed. All he kept telling me was well I'm here now better late than never. What kind of shit is that?? Thats all you have to say after all this time??? Do you honestly think that I am stupid and desperate enough to let that comment fly?? OH HELL NO! Well alittle while ago my brother went to Florida to go live with my dad. Now I tried. I mean I really tried to warn my dad and let him know what he was in for, but oh no he didn't want to listen. As you can tell we are all a lot alike.....tattoos ( my brother has like 7, my father I don't know) big mouths, and even bigger attitudes. Through in some abandonment issues and we really got a party. The difference between my brother and I is the fact that I know when enough is enough. So my brother goes to live there and for awhile shit is sweet. Now mind you I still live allllll the way in New York. After awhile the phone calls start......oh do you know what your brother did?? Oh do you know what your father did??? (when he's upset all of a sudden thats just my father) I can't take him cuz of this, I can't take him cuz of that, and on and on and on. where does it say that I'm a fucking shrink?? It isn't my job to keep the peace. Not to mention the LONG DISTANCE PHONE CALLS!! Now come on. You're both grown men, why are you involving me? This is exactly the kind of shit that I said was gonna happen, but you didn't want to listen so it's not my problem!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112383148090958024?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112383148090958024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112383148090958024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112383148090958024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112383148090958024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/men-in-my-family.html' title='The Men In My Family'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112380569074252102</id><published>2005-08-11T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:18:47.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Baby's Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Nina%200112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Nina%200112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so so happy!!! Yesterday my Cousin came back from Florida. She has a 2 year old daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;-------- Skyalise. I know that it isn't a good pisture but hey you try to get a 2 year old to sit still. Its freakin impossible. Well this is one of the 3 loves of my life. The other is my nephew Angelo I don't have a picture of him and the third is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/200/Nina%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;------- My God Daughter Ariana. Ain't she cute? The family keeps growing and growing. I'm just so happy that Sky's  back. If I can get a picture of Angelo then I'll post it later. I love to have all the little kids in the family around, and when my friend has the baby I'll have another picture to add to or baby wall. I just wish that my friend's baby was around to add. The baby's funeral is going to be tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112380569074252102?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112380569074252102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112380569074252102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112380569074252102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112380569074252102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-babys-back.html' title='MY Baby&apos;s Back!!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112373407562532657</id><published>2005-08-11T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:47:12.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad feelings??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You ever had one of those times when you feel like your whole world is crashing at your feet?? Well this is my time. I don't really know how to explain it but it is. You know when you think things are one way and they turn out to be different?? When it seems that people are aggrivated at you for no fucking reason. They wanna snap and bite your head off for making a comment about whatever, Now for those of you who don't know me...at times I can be extremley sensitive. I don't handle my emotins well so I would prefer to say nothing because once I get going I can't stop, and something really nasty is bound to coming tumbling out of my mouth. When I feel like this I would prefer to be alone. This way i can work through my drama and no one gets hurt. (I mean that literally cuz when I get really pissed I have a tendancy to throw things) But thankfully I'm learning to control those outbursts. Okay so WHY is it that this is the time that everyone wants to be around you??? When all you want to do is tell the world to go fuck itself people want you to be Susie Sunshine! OH and god forbid that you snap back at the people that are gettin shitty with you...Oh no that is unacceptable cuz they never do anything wrong its always someone else. I can't stand that shit, especially when I'm trying to have a conversation with the other person to let them know that I didn't really appreciate the way they spoke to me. Now instead of being adults they get an attitude..Oh why you always gotta start shit? No its not that I'm mad at you but you always assume that something is wrong blah blah blah. Well excuse me for trying to care about you. Shit I might as well act like I don't give a fuck, but if I do that then it's oh you don't love me anymore you don't care so I'm fucked either way. Shit is really stressing me lately. I haven't been sleeping well I have a lot of things on my mind but I chose to suffer in silence. I think that has always been my problem. I never want to "talk" about my feelings, but if I don't want to then thats fine cuz they are MY feelings. I just want space, a time to clear my head, a place to think with out the world peeking in. It's like sitting down writing your thoughts in a diary and an annoying little sister coming up and looking over your shoulder saying "Whatcha writing?" "Huh Huh?" "Tell Me TELL ME!!!" AHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112373407562532657?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112373407562532657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112373407562532657&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112373407562532657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112373407562532657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-feelings.html' title='Bad feelings??!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112371374726477174</id><published>2005-08-10T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:47:13.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They say that opposites attract, and that fine cause you might clash if you find someone who is exactly like you. Now isn't it safe to say that since both of you are individuals you both have different likes, dislikes, personalities, etc. Now when you get into this relationship you do so under the immpression that they accept you for who you are and you accept them. If you do drugs and they don't you accept it. If you drink and they don't you accept it. If you love sports and they hate sports once again you accept it. Now if you have the notion that you are going to try and change the person than maybe they are not the person for you. You can't change someone that doesn't want to change. Now if you got with a pot head you can't be mad for them lightin a blunt in the crib....what the hell did you expect of them. Now I understand compromising cuz you love the person. Okay fine if you don't want me to drink, smoke, etc. so much anymore then fne I'll try to cut down. See how easy that is, but don't get mad if the person wants to have a beer one night. What do you think that they are gonna all of a sudden turn into a raging alcoholic?? Shit doesn't work that way. Isn't it enough that they recognized your feelings and is trying to make you more comfortable. What more can you ask of them? Now I can understand if they are doing something harmful to themselves and you are trying to help them so something bad doesn't happen. Now that is a reason for change. But if they're not doing anything illegal and they just wasnt to chill out and kick it what the hell is the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112371374726477174?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112371374726477174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112371374726477174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112371374726477174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112371374726477174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112364992707501578</id><published>2005-08-10T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:58:47.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not that I'm trying to dwell on this tragedy to long, but some more info has come to my attention. Something doesn't feel right to Sierrah's parents and all of us. She was healthy when she was born. This is a post from my friends blog on myspace.com.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierrah was born 8/1/05 at 11:22 a.m.  She was born 6lbs 14oz 20.5"&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are Jacqueline Daly and Lahriek Crump.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, 8/4/05, the Jackie was told Sierrah had Pneumonia in both lungs.  Jackie was discharged from the hospital 8/6/05 and sent  home with out the baby.  By Sunday morning, 8/7/05, Sierrah was being tube fed and the Pneumonia was now in one lung.  Feeling more confident and more relaxed, Jackie left the hospital, to come back later.  A couple of hours later, she was called to come to the hospital immediately.  The doctors told us Sierrah had difficulty breathing.  Watching all the doctors around this child was difficult to watch as they pumped her with oxygen and did minor surgical procedure.  It was suggested that Sierrah should be transfered to a bigger and better hospital to help her with her complications.  Since i wasnt at the new hospital, Jackie called me to inform me of worse news.  Sierrah's blood pressure was&lt;br /&gt;unable to be stabilized.  Her Oxygen count was low, and now Sierrah had abdominal bleeding (bleeding in her stomach), bleeding in her limbs and  head.  Jackie told me, the doctors said, Sierrah had a 50/50 chance.  Unfortunately, the 50/50 chance went in the wrong direction we were all hoping for.  Sierrah passed  away the morning of 8/8/05.  A full investigation of her death will soon be in process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112364992707501578?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112364992707501578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112364992707501578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112364992707501578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112364992707501578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-info.html' title='More Info'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112353338077007347</id><published>2005-08-08T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:58:26.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer For a Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/spawn773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/spawn773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Early this morning Little Sierrah passed away. I can't begin to tell you how much it hurts, not even for me but for my friend! This was her first baby and she was so happy. Everyone is crying and distraught. We can't make sense of it all. We can't get a straight answer about what happened. I just wanted to thank you all for your support! I just want you all to welcome her into heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In loving memory of Sierrah Deborah Amaya Crump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112353338077007347?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112353338077007347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112353338077007347&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112353338077007347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112353338077007347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayer-for-fallen-angel.html' title='Prayer For a Fallen Angel'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112351479397691130</id><published>2005-08-08T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:59:30.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't know..it doesn't look good. When my cousin called our friend's sister to see how the baby's doing she didn't get any good responses. The sister just kept saying "Oh my god you have to talk to her." She wouldn't say anything else. We're all scared that something's happened. Well I don't really want to jump to conclusions but I just can't shake this bad feeling in my gut you know?? Well lets all hope for the best!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112351479397691130?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112351479397691130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112351479397691130&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112351479397691130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112351479397691130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-praying.html' title='Still Praying'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112345158794803047</id><published>2005-08-07T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T17:55:19.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/spawn77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/spawn77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/1600/Puerto%20rico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/1117/320/Puerto%20rico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have decided to change the appearance of my blog again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cuz I've decided to dig deeper into my psyche and let everyone know what I'm really like! LOL. Every now and then my thoughts get dark and sinister. Even this Angel has a dark side. It's not all angel wings and halos. For those who know my alter ego (My Dragon Side) they now that I can be evil. Well not so bad unless you cross me! Thats why I have those 2 images tattooed on my body. People think that tats are strictly for decoration. I think thay are a form of expression. I know a lot of people that get tatted cuz they were going through a painful period in their lives. And I know people who got tatted to celebrate something like welcoming a new life into this world. Just yesterday my father's girl was telling me on the phone that I ruined my body. She asked me how far can i get in life with a dragon crawling on my back for the world to see? Frankly I don't give a f*** what other people think. I'm the same person with or without the body art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112345158794803047?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112345158794803047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112345158794803047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112345158794803047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112345158794803047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112347971040768528</id><published>2005-08-07T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:41:50.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you all to pray!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay I really need you guys right now. Recently my home girl had a beautiful baby girl named Sierrah. When she was in labor her blood pressure went up and she got a fever. Since the baby was still inside she passed it on to her. The doctors told her that she would be fine and that she could go home tomorrow on Monday. While the baby was still in the hospital she got pneumonia. Once again the docs assured my friend that everything will be okay and she can still go home. Well we all just found out that the baby has been moved to another hospital cuz she is doing worse. Little Sierrah now has a 50% chance of living. So please please pray for her safety! We have no idea whats gonna happen, but it doesn't look good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112347971040768528?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112347971040768528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112347971040768528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112347971040768528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112347971040768528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-you-all-to-pray.html' title='I need you all to pray!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112347635932316433</id><published>2005-08-07T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:45:59.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Faced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday and we were discussing this girl that he is kind of seeing. He was telling me how lately she's been buggin the hell out. At first they were all cool hanging out together, talking, and all that good shit. Then all of a sudden she became controlling, jealous, and possesive. Isn't it funny that the person you meet is never the person you end up with. Let me explain....When you first meet someone new you want to make a good impression, so you make sure you look good, smell good, get a haircut etc. You also keep all of your personal issues a secret. There is no way that someone is gonna want to date you if you tell them that you are bi-polar and heve homicidal tendencies! It just doesn't work that way. As you get farther into the relationship then you start to make some of these issues known. Either because you don't care anymore or you've been together for awhile and the other person is hooked!  Then one day you wake up and you're sleeping next to the bitch from fatal attraction or the guy from psycho! You are like how the f*** did i end up with this crazy ass individual???? Now he's trying to get rid of her ass and she's holding on like a parasite! Now ain't that a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112347635932316433?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112347635932316433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112347635932316433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112347635932316433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112347635932316433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/two-faced.html' title='Two Faced'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112327284155016313</id><published>2005-08-05T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:56:48.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How freaky is too freaky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;People always say my girl/man isn't freaky enough. They never want to go down on me, they never want to try new positions, they never want to try toys, etc. etc. BUT then why is it that when you finally find that person you are never satisfied?? For the men....If you find a woman that gives you head so good she had you crying, what's the first thing that people think??? Oh she's a slut cuz she sucks d*** like a porn star. She's not the kind of woman you bring home to momma! For the women....If you meet that man that gives you the toe curling earth shattering orgasm you never had, whats the first thing people say? Oh he's a playa cuz can't no man eat p****like that unless he's been with mad girls! Never mind the fact that you were screaming his name from dusk till dawn! Why can't people be happy when they get the incredible sex they've always wanted?? Me.....I say ride that motha till the wheels fall off!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112327284155016313?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112327284155016313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112327284155016313&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112327284155016313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112327284155016313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-freaky-is-too-freaky.html' title='How freaky is too freaky?'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112321781187747413</id><published>2005-08-04T03:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:00:25.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;That other post was supposed to have more but for some reason it didn't save. Oh Well. You know sometimes when I read my blog I feel that my life is getting boring you know. I can remember when I was younger and my friends and I used to get into all kinds of shyt! You know when you used to sneak in to clubs when you were like 16. Getting drunk in someone's basement. Hookie parties and all that stuff. (Now don't start thinking that I was some sort of juvinile delinquent) But I knew how to have fun. When is the last time the girls got together and really partied till like 7Am and then went to a diner to have breakfast. Now I'm lucky if we make it to 2Am. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;On another note I would like to congratulate my Irish Home Girl on the birth of her new baby girl Miss Sierrah!!! Oh my god she is sooooooo beautiful! Both mommy and baby are doing well. In fact they are already at home. The next on the list is My other Home Girl Miss Yami. Her baby is due in September. I also just found out that our very own Rican is also expecting....DAMN it seems like everyone was doin alittle sumptin sumptin!!! Where the hell was I during this Baby Boom. I have no kids yet but it's not for a lack of trying LOL. As those of you who know I had my little "scare" last month. Well when it happens it happens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#66ff99"&gt;Well as you all know school is coming very very soon! DAMN IT. That means&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112321781187747413?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112321781187747413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112321781187747413&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112321781187747413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112321781187747413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-bad.html' title='My Bad'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112304099740429618</id><published>2005-08-03T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:49:57.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;This post has no title cuz I have no idea what to call what I'm feeling, but I'll try to explain. Okay, as you all know last week I had surgery. Now it wasn't life threatening or anything like that but it was painful. For the past week I've been at home recuoperating&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112304099740429618?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112304099740429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112304099740429618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112304099740429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112304099740429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='??????????'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112286017852343236</id><published>2005-08-01T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:36:18.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey Everyone I'm back!!! My surgery was on Wednesday, and I'm recovering okay. I still have some pain. Sneezing and coughing hurt like a biotch, but I can finally sit up on my own! YEAH!!!! I just wanted to thank you guyz for all your support and phone calls (from those who know me like that)! Lets hope I never have to go through some thing like this ever again! I was so nervous that I was crying on the operating table, and you would think that the surgeon and anesthesiologist would be a little nicer. They didn't give a f*** that I was so nervous. They were cracking these dumb ass jokes and if I wasn't strapped down I would've beat thew shyt out of them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112286017852343236?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112286017852343236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112286017852343236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112286017852343236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112286017852343236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Back Baby'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112234644557514716</id><published>2005-07-26T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:54:05.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well we're coming down to the wire. The surgery is on Tuesday and I'm hanging in there. Oh, you know what "Miss Thang" Spexial, I've been going to the doctor a lot to make sure that everything is going okay....so excccccccuse me if I haven't had time to post okay!!! Damn it!!!!! LOL no that thats been said, we can all get on with our lives. It seems that the summer has gone by so fast. Even though there is still one more month to go, it still feels like it's almost over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know it feels like everyone is leaving NY. First my best friend, then my cousin, now my other friend might be moving to LA. It seems like I am the only one left. New York doesn't feel like the same anymore. Maybe it's time for The Marine and I to relocate also. hmmmmmmm something to think about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112234644557514716?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112234644557514716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112234644557514716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112234644557514716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112234644557514716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-days-and-counting.html' title='2 Days and Counting'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112136714022555581</id><published>2005-07-14T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:52:20.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alright yall here's the deal. Recently I've been having a lot of problems with my stomach. Whenever I eat I get nauseous and want to throw up. Well I just found out that I need surgery to remove something to make me feel better. I'm not going to go into specifics so I won't gross anyone out. Okay fine I need surgery and I'll be allllll better.......There's only one problem, I am scared no scratch that I am TERRIFIED of going under the knife. I don't like being put to sleep. Just thinking about it freaks me the f*** out!!!!! So I am asking you all if you have any kind words of encouragement please drop me a comment, but hurry cuz the surgery is on the 27th of this month. Thanx!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112136714022555581?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112136714022555581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112136714022555581&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112136714022555581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112136714022555581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray For Me!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112128763198855754</id><published>2005-07-13T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:38:06.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview from The FreakinRican</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am being interviewed by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakinrican.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ricans Juris Doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be interviewed here's how it works.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you want to participate leave a comment below that says "interview me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions, each person's will be different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You will include this explanation and and an offer to interview others in the same post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the questions from The Rican and my responses....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you find my blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ I was reading Spexial's blog and I saw your name. Since we're both Puerto Rican I decided to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you could choose one thing to rid the world of what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ I would have to say violence in all forms. It would be nice to not have to worry about someone running up and bustin a cap in your azz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You can only eat one thing the rest of your life what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ Rocky Road Ice cream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ Death. I don't like the thought of dying and never being able to do the things I've always wanted. I don't want to think about life going on without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~ Ummmmm wow let me think......Ty Pennington and the cast of Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Before you start laughing...I think that the work that they do for people who truly deserve it is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112128763198855754?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112128763198855754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112128763198855754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112128763198855754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112128763198855754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/interview-from-freakinrican.html' title='Interview from The FreakinRican'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112122756101193095</id><published>2005-07-13T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:22:08.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The actual convo between the chick and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: hey "Chick's Name", this is ****'s sister. I think there has been a misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: whats this that I have been harrassing u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: all I said was that i wanted us to get better aquatinted and that I hope u were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;taking care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Her: No I would just like everyone to stop emailing calling... asking all these fucking questions..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;its none of anyones business....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her: an to answer your question like No i am not pregnant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: first of all sweety i'm not everyone second of all i was trying to get to know you and be nice so don't talk to me like i'm one of your friends like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: since you and my brother had something going i wanted to get to know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: and when all this shit started going on i decided that i wanted to talk to you so i don't start believing bullshit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: so i was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt so i don't know how my name came up in all this bullshit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: well we dont now.. an I hope your brother know's that an he needs to have his fucking friends, an cousins calling me an my friends phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: tell him that, you're grown and he's grown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: thats not my shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: he needs to here all that from u not me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: nah thats alright.... I rather keep it how it is... Not talking to him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: yeah well he got the wrong idea and shit isn't going to get settled until the 2 of you talk it out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: well that aint going to happen....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: yo whatever, thats your problem but i guarantee that this isn't going to end just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: welll it ended "just like that" for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: he doesn't know what to believe and he just wants to know the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: whatever sweety i truly don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: i just want you to know that i didn't like how all this shit went down and how i got people calling me talking about i'm harrassing you. whatever so and so said to you aint got nothing to do with me and I would like it if you would tell your mother to stop telling my father that shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: cuz i'm getting into some drama wit my father and i don't like that shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: Nah i aint go to tell my mother shit....Cuz i would like yall to leave me alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: An what goes on between you an your father is none of my business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: yo don't think that cuz you over there and i'm here you can talk to me any way you fucking feel like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: i'm trying to be nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: but you're pissing me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: i dont really care right now.. Im not in a good mood today as it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: like I said that ain't my problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: so if you don't care i don't care and whatever happens happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: exactly... so yea... nice speaking to you... I hope you have fun telling your brother about this convo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her: peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112122756101193095?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112122756101193095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112122756101193095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112122756101193095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112122756101193095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/actual-convo-between-chick-and-i.html' title='The actual convo between the chick and I'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112121100441020428</id><published>2005-07-12T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:30:04.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this bitch must be buggin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yo sometimes people piss me the f**** off. I was online and that chick that I mentioned earlier came on. So, I imed her saying I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding I was trying to be nice to you and whats this I hear that your mom was saying that I was harrassing you? I never once said anything f***** up. You know this chick had the nerve to come out her face at me?!!!! Yo don't think that cuz you're in another state I won't kick your f****** azz every which way from Sunday. She better pray that she doesn't run into me when I go to visit my Fam in August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112121100441020428?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112121100441020428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112121100441020428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112121100441020428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112121100441020428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-bitch-must-be-buggin.html' title='this bitch must be buggin!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112118862328597478</id><published>2005-07-12T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:17:03.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LONELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Hey everyone. I know I have been a very bad girl and have not kept up with my blog duties, and for that I apologize. Well let me tell you what's new with me. Yesterday my best friend of like 15 years moved to Florida. I don't know what to do with myself now. I know that she didn't go very far and we could visit each other, but it's just not the same. I'm used to being able to walk to her house and just chill. Some how we'll make it work. I know that she went to further her education and gain some independence but I just like things the way they were. Not to mention the fact that the plane she was on had some complications. She had me scared shytless. She called me before take off at 7:30 am and then I didn't here from her until 11:00 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. My brother moved to Florida like 3 months ago to live with my father cuz things weren't going good here in New York. A little while after he got there he hooked up with this chick. Now that's all well and good. I'm not knocking him for gettin his. The only thing I had a problem with was her age. My brother is 24 and she is 17. Now here's where shyt gets fucked up......My brother calls me about a month ago and tells me that she might be pregnant. She took 2 home tests and they both were positive. I told him to take her to the doctor to confirm. Now she's on some not returning his phone calls, smoking, partying for the whole weekend, etc. Now I've been getting pissed cuz if she's pregnant with my niece/nephew she better f****** take care of herself. Niw I've written her 2 e-mails and she refuses to answer them. That's okay cuz I'm going to Florida in August and she will have no choice but to talk to me!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112118862328597478?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112118862328597478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112118862328597478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112118862328597478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112118862328597478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/lonely.html' title='LONELY'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112033850739375990</id><published>2005-07-02T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T17:08:27.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats New With Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Since I haven't updated in awhile I decided to make this entry a catch up version. well school is out for the summer so that means no  more work til September! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I've decided to be a bum for the whole summer. Everything has been okay with me lately. A couple of weeks ago I thought I was pregnant but I'm not so dodged a bullet there WHEW!!!! Nah but seriously if I was I would've been happy. But what I want to know is why does "mary " to quote spexial always show up after you pay money to take a pregnancy test and agonige for 3 minutes until the results come?? like that bitch couldn't show up the day before?? I'm still communicating with the "father figure". things are going okay. he desperately wants me to visit this summer, but i don't know. i'll let you know how it all turns out. well i guess thats it f0r now I'll hit everyone up later!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112033850739375990?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112033850739375990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112033850739375990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112033850739375990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112033850739375990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-new-with-me.html' title='Whats New With Me???'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-112031713018473672</id><published>2005-07-02T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:12:10.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;damn what can I say... I know that I've been neglecting my blogg duties but I've been busy. and to the two chicks that have been harassing me you know who you are, you act like you've never gone awhile without updating your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-112031713018473672?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/112031713018473672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=112031713018473672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112031713018473672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/112031713018473672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111931816045756483</id><published>2005-06-21T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:42:40.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>I just want to thank everyone for there moral support. after much thought i have decided that i am going to fight the decision they made to terminate my employment. not only is it about the principle of the matter, its also about the clients...i could give a rats behind about my relationship with the other "guy".  i went to work evryday for the clients. it made me smike to see them so happy. so i am going to write a letter to my old supervisor requesting a meetiing and if he refuses to listen i'll go over his head and contact his supervisor etc. until someone will listen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111931816045756483?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111931816045756483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111931816045756483&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111931816045756483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111931816045756483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='A light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111912930661307459</id><published>2005-06-18T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:15:06.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Freakin-Believable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i have never been so mad in my life......I went in to work today ( my weekend gig) and everything was cool, or so i thought. i get called into the office. i don't think anything of it. when i get in there my supervisor another higher up than me and one of the people i work with were all sitting there. so i'm like whats up? do you know what they start telling me????? Apparently that person i work with said that last week i said fuck you to his face. are you kidding me???? me and this person do not talk, nor are we an a friendly basis with eachother. now let me tell you the whole story.....after work last saturday me, my marine, qt, and cc were all walking down the block when this person was walking past (now keep in mind this is AFTER work hours). qt and i ask them where we are going this week and they responded you'll find out next week. so i told them well call me an my cell to let me know so i can make sure i have enough money. i just kept repeating call me you know call on the phone while i was making the gesture for talking on the phone. after that qt was talking to that person and i was talking to my marine and cc.....well somewhere in our conversation i said fuck you to my marine. well he told my supervisor that that "fuck you" was directed at him. i get lectured for being childish immature and disrespectful. When i tried to defend myself and explain noone wanted to here me. they already had it in their minds that i was wrong. So...THEY FIRED ME!!!!!! after 4 years can you believe that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111912930661307459?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111912930661307459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111912930661307459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111912930661307459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111912930661307459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/un-freakin-believable.html' title='Un-Freakin-Believable'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111887229140189761</id><published>2005-06-15T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:51:31.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I would like you all to welcome the newest edition to my self image collection.... That's right i got a new tattoo! yeahhhhhhhhh!!!! now before everyone starts to think that i have the majority of my body covered, i would just like to let you know that this is only my second tattoo. i called my mother to let her know cuz she freaked when i got my first done. and do you know what she said to me??? "oh (insert my name here) im disappointed. why would you go and mark your body again." ummmmm last time i checked i was a grown adult. and she's one to talk cuz she had her belly button pierced. I'm just messing around cuz i truthfully don't care what anyone thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111887229140189761?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111887229140189761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111887229140189761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111887229140189761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111887229140189761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-edition.html' title='My new edition'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111855831638855108</id><published>2005-06-12T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:38:36.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it Enough?</title><content type='html'>At what point in a relationship do you start to say fuck it, enough is enough? Is there a point that you can honestly say that you have tried your hardest and you can't possibly contribute anymore to a relationship? Now lets just cross our fingers and pray for the best. I feel that your past shapes the person that you become, and your past also dictates the way that you can handle certain situations or confrontations. Some people like myself tend to shut down when confrontation becomes to much. Others are ready to sit down and hash it out for the next 12 hours if thats what it takes to get their point across. I can't do that. I need some time to calm down and reign in my emotions....Now I ask you this, Is it to much to ask that your partner friend whatever respect the way you handle things? Are you wrong for doing things differently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111855831638855108?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111855831638855108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111855831638855108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111855831638855108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111855831638855108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-is-it-enough.html' title='When is it Enough?'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111854197654048787</id><published>2005-06-12T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:06:16.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still surviving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I thought that I would keep ya'll posted on my current health issues....I still hurt like shit but the pain is subsiding. I'll be ooookkkkk. anyway today was a good day. It was hot as hell though. Well I guess thats it for now I'll keep everyone posted..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111854197654048787?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111854197654048787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111854197654048787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111854197654048787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111854197654048787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-surviving.html' title='still surviving'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111844716676846012</id><published>2005-06-10T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:48:38.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THE ONE BEFORE THIS FIRST!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I forgot to mention the one good thing that happened out of the whole "sunburn fiasco". My Marine has been sooooo good to me. He's been babying me and putting lotion on my back. He's even understanding about our physical hiatus. AWWWW aint he the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111844716676846012?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111844716676846012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111844716676846012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111844716676846012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111844716676846012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/read-one-before-this-first.html' title='READ THE ONE BEFORE THIS FIRST!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111844687539564902</id><published>2005-06-10T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:51:39.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't This A Bitch????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok I'm not gonna front..... I'm probably the whitest, palest, most transparent Puerto Rican on the planet. Truthfully I'm okay with that bit of info. Well yesterday was Brooklyn/Queens day, so since I work in a school I had the day off (Yeah Me). Now my mother got it in her head that we should go to the beach. I was like fine. I can work on my tan alittle. We got there really early. I'm talking 7:30 Am. The sun wasn't that hot so we threw on some sunblock and settled in to bake alittle. We talked and bullshitted for awhile. After awhile she wanted to get into the water. EVEN THOUGH it was cold as shit i got in. It felt kinda good anyway if you could ignore all the seaweed. Well....,right about here is when things got bad [dun dun dunnnnnn (enter scary music)]. Now its about 12:00 pm, and those of you who go to the beach a lot know that the sun is the strongest between 12-3 pm. We flip onto our stomachs and chill out some more. I FALL ASLEEP. Yes thats right asleep. Now here's the kicker.. not once in the 2 hours I was sleeping did she put sunblock 0n me our wake me up to do it myself. Long story short I have one hell of a burn starting from my shoulders all the way to the back 0f my knees. I have been in agony all day at work today. I didn't even sleep at all last night cuz it hurt to lie flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111844687539564902?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111844687539564902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111844687539564902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111844687539564902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111844687539564902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/06/aint-this-bitch.html' title='Ain&apos;t This A Bitch????'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111732645486546616</id><published>2005-05-28T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:27:34.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then it was over!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today started off soooooo good, I went to work with my marine, met up with my homegirl QT and found out that the other guy that we work with wasn't coming in today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!! Now you have got to understand...he's cool and everything but he likes to walk like he's running a marathon. It's hot as hell and you don't want to be runnung down the street after you just ate a huge meal. QT and I were happy to be leading our group today. We had all these plans, we were gonna do all these things, and when it came down to it shit did not happen that way. We went out with the group, went to eat, and went to the arcade. The momey ran out and we didn't have shit to do until 4:00 pm. It was only 1:30 and we were sitting in the park bored out of our minds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111732645486546616?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111732645486546616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111732645486546616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111732645486546616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111732645486546616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-then-it-was-over.html' title='And then it was over!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111708489290823074</id><published>2005-05-26T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:21:32.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Does Everything Change????</title><content type='html'>When you first get together with someone everything is good...... you spend alot of time together, you talk about eveything, and the physical relationship (if you're lucky) is great.......but when does that all start to change? When do the conversations turn one sided......"How was your day?" "Fine." "How are you?" "Fine." And so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111708489290823074?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111708489290823074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111708489290823074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111708489290823074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111708489290823074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-does-everything-change.html' title='When Does Everything Change????'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111705525516256522</id><published>2005-05-25T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:07:35.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a Wonderful Way to Start the Day!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about everyone, but the best way to wake up is not with a cup of Folgers crystals!!!! The best morning present I can ask for is some.....you guessed it &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;lovin'!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now I say lovin' cuz you have to love the person if you're willing to be all up in their face when they haven't brushed their teeth yet! OR...........and this pertains to the ("jump offs" and "shorties") you just want some ass and don't give a fuck otherwise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111705525516256522?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111705525516256522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111705525516256522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111705525516256522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111705525516256522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-wonderful-way-to-start-day.html' title='what a Wonderful Way to Start the Day!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111654187639369724</id><published>2005-05-19T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:31:16.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>which is the better orgasm???</title><content type='html'>A couple of the girls and I were having this discussion one day at school. One of the girls posed this question....... Which do you think is the better orgasm, the one you get through penetration, masturbation, or orally? When we all got to talking everyone had different answers, so I ask you all this.... Which do you think is the better orgasm? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111654187639369724?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111654187639369724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111654187639369724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111654187639369724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111654187639369724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-is-better-orgasm.html' title='which is the better orgasm???'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111645212708766986</id><published>2005-05-18T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:35:27.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the shittiest dayz ever!!!!! Absolutely nothing went right today!!! My F****** cell phone broke and this had to be one of the most stressful day of my life!!!!!!!! well anyway what the hell can you do? you have to roll with the punches as they say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111645212708766986?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111645212708766986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111645212708766986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111645212708766986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111645212708766986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/damn-damn-damn.html' title='DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111636121265192078</id><published>2005-05-17T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:20:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of them dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well its the end of the work day!!! Thank god I survived!!! You ever have one of those that you just feel like shit!!! I mean no matter how good you look that day or if you catch every bus and train and your boss isn't coming to work... You still feel like shit? Why the hell is that?.....OH YEAH and why is it the one day you decide to wear anything white you end up spilling something on yourself. Talk about bad Karma!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111636121265192078?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111636121265192078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111636121265192078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111636121265192078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111636121265192078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-one-of-them-dayz.html' title='Just one of them dayz'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111632405647914381</id><published>2005-05-17T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T06:03:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna go to work!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been up since 5am. I can't sleep! Its not that I hate my job cause I don't usually. Its just that sometimes its stressful. I work one on one with a little boy who is diabetic. I'm there to make sure that he is always ok. I help him monitor his sugar, make sure he takes his shots, and doesn't eat the wrong things. Now on a good day things run smoothly and shit is sweet.....Now on a bad day....His sugar is too high or too low,he tried to sneak food, he doesn't want to do his school work, he's not focusing, he's being disruptive.....Etc. Now don't get me wrong I love this little boy. He's so cute, but every time I think that him and I are making progress as a team something happens and our entire relationship seems to blow off course. Its days when that happens that I want to pull my hair out!!!! I just wish that him and I can get on the same wave length, But sometimes I feel that he tries to use his diabetes to get over on me. Now let me tell you I have a brother who has juvenile diabetes, so I know exactly how it works. I'm not stupid. Well anyway I have to get ready for work. I'll keep everyone posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111632405647914381?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111632405647914381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111632405647914381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111632405647914381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111632405647914381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-wanna-go-to-work.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna go to work!!!!'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111629489620450784</id><published>2005-05-16T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:54:56.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Blues.</title><content type='html'>DAMN don't Mondays suck to all hell? Sometimes I wish there wasn't a Monday, but then Tuesdsay would kinda be like Monday then we would be back to square one. Like I said DAMN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111629489620450784?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111629489620450784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111629489620450784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111629489620450784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111629489620450784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-night-blues.html' title='Monday Night Blues.'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928164.post-111621249986788550</id><published>2005-05-15T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:01:39.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla At ur Girl</title><content type='html'>hey whats going on. I'm new to this. I was put on by my home girl The One and Only QT. So hello for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928164-111621249986788550?l=puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/feeds/111621249986788550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928164&amp;postID=111621249986788550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111621249986788550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928164/posts/default/111621249986788550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puertoricanangel23.blogspot.com/2005/05/holla-at-ur-girl.html' title='Holla At ur Girl'/><author><name>Puerto Rican Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11300665211216160568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b26/ninnyc_/Advisory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
