<?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-15694388</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:16.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Life + Some</title><subtitle type='html'>Me and my shadow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-9009053740788860474</id><published>2008-03-18T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:47:08.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Future Star</title><content type='html'>My son is 6 soon to be 7 and he wants to be famous.  His wants to starte his own band as act to.  Anyway, thwy had the grand opening of the new Nickolodian Theam park at the Mall of America.  They had the Lil JJ from Just Jordan, Miranda Cosgrove from iCarly and Nat &amp;amp; Alex from he Naked Brothers Band.  He was so excited we stood in line from 11:45 am to after 3 to get autographs.  I was so tired but my son was happy and it was free.  The kids were all very nice and we ended up eating dinner at Ruby Tursday along with Miranda Cosgrove and Nat &amp;amp; Alex.   They were sitting right over the wall from us and actually spoke to my while they were waiting for their food.  I  hope they don't end up like a lot of child actors, drugged has beens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-9009053740788860474?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/9009053740788860474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=9009053740788860474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/9009053740788860474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/9009053740788860474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-of-future-star.html' title='Mother of Future Star'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-8974574295416429329</id><published>2007-11-03T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:39:13.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On Good &amp; Bad</title><content type='html'>It's been just over a year since my mother died.  I still miss her and sometimes have to catch myself before I pick up the to call her.   A lot of things have happened since she past and not allof them have been good.  I got a promotion in February that was good.  My husband lost his job in Febuary that was bad.  He is a disabled veteran so he still gets compensated. My six year old has been diagnosed with ADHD.   He has always been very hyper but now that he is in the first grade his behavior has become disruptive to the other students.   He was also molested in our own backyard by the neighbor boy who is Autistic.  What he did was expose himslef to my son and then fondle him.  The boy is almost 18 and his parents have to put him in a home.&lt;br /&gt;I have been traveling alot for wek these past weeks. I have been out of town two of the past three weeks and will be leaving again on Monday the 5th.   This past year has been hard and I am hoping and praying that the next year will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-8974574295416429329?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/8974574295416429329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=8974574295416429329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/8974574295416429329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/8974574295416429329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-goes-on-good-bad.html' title='Life Goes On Good &amp; Bad'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-9202241292469808401</id><published>2007-08-06T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:27:53.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back-Again</title><content type='html'>It's a long while sice I have posted and so many things have happened over the past year, my mother doed this past October.  It has been a difficult time for me.  I am an only child and having to suffer the lose of my best friend has been hard.  My husband's mother dies in February, she was an alcoholic and a drug user.   Her life style was less than appealing an we expected her to pass soon.  We did not expect the himicide investigation, she was robbed and beaten inher own apartment.  She had a lot of drug activity going on, they took everything except the pictures of the grandkids off the wall, sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having some major up's and downs but what can one do but keep going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came back from a work related conference and while there a taxi driver propositioned med.  He asked if I was a faithful wife and mother?  I was not their looking for a man but if I were it would not have been him   I must give him credit for being blunt ask and ye shall recieved, that line has probably gotton him a lonh way over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-9202241292469808401?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/9202241292469808401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=9202241292469808401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/9202241292469808401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/9202241292469808401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back-Again'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-115101002408879652</id><published>2006-06-22T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:00:24.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>If any one is reading here a few questions for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you believe in reincarnation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you been here before?   If yes, have you been more than once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who or what were you in your past life/lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What makes you think you have been here before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Do you think you will be back again?  If yes, is it because you have not fullfiled your destiny and discovered your true calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-115101002408879652?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/115101002408879652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=115101002408879652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/115101002408879652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/115101002408879652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2006/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-115100942553756724</id><published>2006-06-22T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:50:25.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>Well let's see, we have been in our house for a few months now.  All is going well, my husband still have not finished painting but that's ok we have not picked out all the colors any.  We did have a patio built and will probably have a deck added next year.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking a family vacation in August, going to Disneyland in California, I pray the big quake does not hit while we are there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still work for the government even though my agency claims to be broke and we have been told we can't even order post it notes.   We will have to take a collection to buy basic supplies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting conversation with my co-worker today about past life experiences and the like.  It was very stimulating a thought proviking.  I will create a question blog ans see if anyone answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-115100942553756724?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/115100942553756724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=115100942553756724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/115100942553756724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/115100942553756724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-114140163841694091</id><published>2006-03-03T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:00:38.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening?</title><content type='html'>Let's see I turned 35 on February 15th. Not mush fanfare just a quite day at the spa. Registered my son for kindergarten. We are trying to get him in enrolled in a Spanish Immersion School. We bought a new house (built in 2001) and will be closing on Monday 3/6/2006. I can't wait to get out of our apartment. Of course I am working almost everyday at least I am showing up for work. I may not be working but I am in the office. Take today for instance, I have spent the last two hours reading and sending personal e-mails and now blogging. Besides that not much has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-114140163841694091?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/114140163841694091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=114140163841694091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/114140163841694091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/114140163841694091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s been happening?'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113863787005015610</id><published>2006-01-30T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:17:51.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I know it's almost February but I have been busy or lazy or maybe a little of both. I have had a lot of interesting ideas, thoughts and feelings but lack the motivation to put them put there. We are in the process of buying our first house here in Minnesota and that has been taking up a lot of my time. My son will be five in may and we are trying to get him into a language immersion school this fall. What a pain that is, we are out of the district and they have this lottery system. Is it worth it? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the new chairperson for the EEO Committee at work and I can't believe how narrow minded these people are. I have my own issues , I mean there are life styles issues that I personally disagree with but it's not my place to judge people. I am not GOD.  These people are getting on my nerves.  Equal opportunity my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113863787005015610?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113863787005015610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113863787005015610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113863787005015610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113863787005015610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113475323539958512</id><published>2005-12-16T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:13:55.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tis The Season"</title><content type='html'>Remember when we were kids, the Christmas season did not start until after Thanksgiving. This year I walked into a major department store just before Halloween and they were putting up a Christmas tree. And the constant commercials buy this and that. I have a four year old who loves to watch cartoons. During one 30 minute cartoon they show the same toy commercial every 10 minutes. My son wants everything he sees and half the time we don't even know what the dang toy is. The anticipation of seeing all the holiday displays and lights buying gifts for friends and family used to be fun now its just a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113475323539958512?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113475323539958512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113475323539958512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113475323539958512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113475323539958512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='&quot;Tis The Season&quot;'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113269715402942005</id><published>2005-11-22T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:05:54.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen in Time</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday still. The day stared off good, it was moving right along then around 1pm or so time as we know it ground to a screeching halt. I have no desire to work or do anything else for that matter. Even my co-worker Liz, the one person I can normally count on to give me that much needed comic relief is feeling moving in slow motion.    There must be a full moon tonight as we are suffering from the pre-holiday mind melt.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113269715402942005?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113269715402942005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113269715402942005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113269715402942005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113269715402942005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/11/frozen-in-time.html' title='Frozen in Time'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113157568122856061</id><published>2005-11-09T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:34:41.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggars  Should Not Be choosy</title><content type='html'>A homeless girl that I see all the time is sitting in the skyway begging, of course. But unlike other days she was not begging for money but begging someone to buy her a sandwich. Not just any sandwich but one from Starbucks costing all of $1.75. Now, I was not going that way so I offered to buy her a meal at another takeout place a few feet away. I don't normally give money to homeless people because I don't know what they are going to do with it and it is clear that this girl is and addict as she had not eaten all day. But, since she asked for food I was more than willing to but her a meal. Now what irked my last nerve was the fact that she had the nerve to be picky. I tell her to pick something form the takeout menu, drink including. She gets upset because they do have barbecue chicken and demanded extra sourcream, which is an extra charge and when they did not through in the chips complained that her order was not correct. Yelling, I asked him for chips and a large pop. Oh and did she say thank you ? NO, she did not. Now, I don't want to see anyone starve but being homeless is not an excuse for bad manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113157568122856061?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113157568122856061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113157568122856061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113157568122856061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113157568122856061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/11/beggars-should-not-be-choosy.html' title='Beggars  Should Not Be choosy'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113148626963047740</id><published>2005-11-08T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:44:29.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you Tell?</title><content type='html'>If any one out there is reading this please respond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that your friends spouse was cheating would you tell?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113148626963047740?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113148626963047740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113148626963047740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113148626963047740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113148626963047740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/11/would-you-tell.html' title='Would you Tell?'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-113148608090555691</id><published>2005-11-08T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:41:22.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Gwen</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Gwen Stefani for teaching my son how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was driving my 4 year old to school a few weeks ago. My husband was absent- mindedly talking about how heavy traffic was. My son, sitting in the back seat commented saying "lot's of traffic, it's banana's, Ba-Na-Nas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-113148608090555691?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/113148608090555691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=113148608090555691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113148608090555691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/113148608090555691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-gwen.html' title='Thanks Gwen'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112977808572513939</id><published>2005-10-19T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:14:45.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>It's been a few weeks since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;Life as I know it continues whether I like it not.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and everything has changed. I still don't fell my age 34, I have a few more gray hairs and my thoughts and perspectives on life are evolving and regressing at the same time. I am the author of my life and this book is not even half way to completion. I expect a great ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112977808572513939?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112977808572513939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112977808572513939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112977808572513939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112977808572513939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112742402738990217</id><published>2005-09-22T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:20:27.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Protect Me......</title><content type='html'>I saw a bumper sticker that read "God Protect Me from Your Followers". I had to laugh, as a Christian I have to be honest and admit that some of us are more than a little extreme in our beliefs. And a great many more Christians are just fake. You know who you are singing the loudest the choir, teaching Sunday school and taking a sip as soon as you get in the car. Can't even wait until you get out of the church parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor at my church refers used the term "Taliban Christians". Those too far to the left or right, yelling hell fire and brimstone. Condeming every person Christian and non-Christian alike to hell for not being "holier than thou"or at least not pretending to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God your cursed, you used God's name in vain, you have a tattoo. Your a fornication, your a homosexual, you married someone of a different religion. The Bible says you can't do this and if you do that you will go hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this nation is no longer great is because we have lost site of "religion".&lt;br /&gt;This nation is was based upon Christian values and we must take the nation back to it's original foundation. REPENT, REPENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I don't want to this nation back to it's original foundation. I ain't gonna be nobody's slave. Yes, I am Black and no political correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be politically correct but I do belief I am correct in saying that this countries creation was no based on Christianity but on religious freedom in general. I am not a religious Christian I am just a Christian. Religion is a just a man term for segregation. catholic do this, Baptist's do that, if you don't worship the way I do you are going to hell. No where in the Bible does it say anything about religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no Bible scholar but the Bible I read says "judge lest not ye be judged". It is not my duty as a Christian to condemn you are anybody else for that matter. If It was I would be God. We need to take a look in the mirror before we go pointing the finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian, I am a sinner. I am trying to live life to the fullest, be happy and save my own soul. I don't have the time to worry about you and your issues. Too bad everyone else does not think the way I do, then the world would be a better place. As if I know, LOL. Oh that's right I do know, I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way my church is multi-cultural, non-denominational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda215&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112742402738990217?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112742402738990217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112742402738990217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112742402738990217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112742402738990217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-protect-me.html' title='God Protect Me......'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112716305440852223</id><published>2005-09-19T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:36:46.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Books</title><content type='html'>I got a new PDA the other week and I love it. I bought it to down load e-books and it has taken over my life. No longer do I have 3 phone books and dozens of little pieces of paper with address', phone numbers and other useless information floating around in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112716305440852223?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112716305440852223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112716305440852223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112716305440852223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112716305440852223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-books.html' title='E-Books'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112715650608787474</id><published>2005-09-19T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:01:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Telling The Truth</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie "Four Brothers" a few weeks ago.  Now I liked the movie but being from the Detroit area I can say first hand that we not playin no pickup hockey game.    If we had a pickup game it was basketball.     Lets keep it real not too many black kids grew up playin let alone watchin it.   If we had there would more of us in the pros.          Not that we don't like the sport but it was cheaper to get a basketball you could us almost any thing for a net.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda215&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112715650608787474?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112715650608787474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112715650608787474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112715650608787474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112715650608787474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-telling-truth.html' title='Just Telling The Truth'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112715549130766960</id><published>2005-09-19T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:44:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you listening to?</title><content type='html'>I love all kinds of music from Gospel to Punk.   Right now I an listening to Cold Hard Bitch by Jet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda215&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112715549130766960?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112715549130766960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112715549130766960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112715549130766960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112715549130766960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-are-you-listening-to.html' title='What are you listening to?'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112534024738925672</id><published>2005-08-29T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:30:47.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I went to the Minnesota State Fair this weekend.  This was my first time attending the fair as we have only been here a little over a year.      The weather was perfect sunny, but not too hot with the occasional breeze.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was abundant and expensive 4 bucks for a pretzel, it was huge but 4 bucks for some bread was a little much and it was more if you wanted garlic butter or cheese. They had everything you wanted to eat on a stick according to a co-worker they have over items on a stick; spaghetti &amp; meatballs, cheese, apples, pork chops, pickles and of course corn dogs.  Not just any corn dogs but, 18 inch corn dogs (you can do a lot with that much meat).    They also had grilled corn in the cob, french fries and fajitas amoung other tantilizing treats for the tastes buds.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of aninmals, smelly cows and sheep, horses, rabbits, turkeys and ducks.    I had no idea that there were 12 different classes of chicken and each class is divided by breed and each breed by variety and here I thought a chicken was a chicken.     They also had a baby buffalo named Josephine, that was a rare treat for me.   I closest I had ever come to a buffalo was on Animal Planet.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course every vender under the sun was  selling their wears; pools cues, Birkenstocks, custom made cowboy boots and hats, jewerly, hand made flags, wood carvings, clothing, motorcycles, gourmet cookware, vitamins, Christmas trees, ornaments and only God knows what else.    The things people will make and sell.   The things people like me will buy only to discover packed in a box years later and wonder what the hell is this and where did it come from?                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were the  people.   I saw some really scary people and some even scarier tattoos.  There was this really concervative looking woman with this huge thing tattooed on her body; thats the only way I describe it.  It started on her inthe middle of her back and appeared to wrap around her chest and up her neck.    Don't get me wrong I happen to like tattoos, especailly on men but there is a such thing as overkill.   I recently heard someone say that in about 40 years there will be hords of old tattooed women, me included.    Just picture having to lift and smooth all that wrinkled, sagging skin to tell your grand or even greatgrand kids what you had tattooed on your upper arm 30 years before.    Remember that your upper arm is now your elbow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a four year old, so you know that I spent the better part of my time in the Kidsway.  The area where all the rides are.  My son rode everyride he could at least twice and he had better, 30 bucks for 54 ride tickets.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, a fun time was had by all and I look forward to next year.        If you live in Minnesota you should go to at least see how many different foods thay have on a stick.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112534024738925672?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112534024738925672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112534024738925672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112534024738925672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112534024738925672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112491243445350892</id><published>2005-08-24T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:40:34.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I am to tired to think of anything interesting or creative to write about.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some inspiration, mind blowing orgasmic sex would do the trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112491243445350892?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112491243445350892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112491243445350892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112491243445350892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112491243445350892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694388.post-112476835009465370</id><published>2005-08-23T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:39:10.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>It's 10:31 pm CST and this is my first blog on this site.  I won't go on and on and on about what I did or did not do today or how this was a pretty goo day or even how much this day sucked.   I will leave you with two questions.   1) Who are you, not your name or your race or your gender.  But, &lt;strong&gt;who are you really? &lt;/strong&gt;     2) Does anyone &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; know you?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15694388-112476835009465370?l=reeda215.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/feeds/112476835009465370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15694388&amp;postID=112476835009465370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112476835009465370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15694388/posts/default/112476835009465370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reeda215.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Reeda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882849411297633438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
