<?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-6646169234308580672</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:19:11.823-08:00</updated><category term='FOOLATRY'/><category term='randomness'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='discussion'/><category term='random encounter'/><category term='personal realness'/><category term='niggaz'/><category term='news'/><category term='discussion/reflection'/><category term='music'/><category term='mixtapes'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='info'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='solutions'/><category term='reality tv'/><category term='bitchassness'/><category term='wack ex&apos;s'/><category term='dude bio'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='TRIPS'/><category term='current events'/><category term='stalkers'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='foolishness'/><category term='family'/><category term='newness'/><category term='dating'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='pop up'/><category term='health'/><category term='alzheimers'/><title type='text'>An Oreo's Adventures in Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Basically the Title speaks for itself. 
Oreo is nickname that I've been called, which means white on the inside/black on the outside. 
I have now adopted it as a joke and know that people are just ignorant who truly believe that crap. 
But I've been going thru some love troubles, family troubles, personal troubles and think I will now discuss it here...my troubles lol!
It's time for me to experience life...! |follow me on @veronicastorm |</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4050639670068626040</id><published>2012-02-10T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:19:11.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes its easier to say how I'm feeling, really feeling here. 
And then sometimes I blog, but don't publish the blog because some thoughts don't need reactions/opinions.

Today was horrible. Finally broke down and told my friends how I feel, how I've been feeling (overwhelmed,sad). I feel comfort in knowing my friends have my back but not really better.

I wear a smile well. I've made an art </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4050639670068626040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4050639670068626040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4050639670068626040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4050639670068626040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-its-easier-to-say-how-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1633274276813362835</id><published>2012-02-10T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:35:08.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>Doesn't matter how big of a wall you build up, some people can scale it with no problem.

But what do you do when your heart wants someone but your mind knows the reality of the situation?

I genuinely miss the days of high school, where if someone liked you, they passed you a note. No confusion in "check yes or no."

Last night was another reminder of how invested I'm in. Also that I'm single, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1633274276813362835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1633274276813362835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1633274276813362835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1633274276813362835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2012/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6506777279985454754</id><published>2012-02-06T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:15:59.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Comprehension...can end a relationship</title><summary type='text'>I never realized how important all of those worksheets were in Reading/English class.
I never realized I would judge someone of their failure to use the education they received in elementary/middle school (scan-da-lous).....

If I text you a question, all I need is the answer to that question. 
I don't need to know anything about your life, your hopes&amp;dreams or the weather of Mexico.

And if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6506777279985454754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6506777279985454754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6506777279985454754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6506777279985454754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2012/02/reading-comprehensioncan-end.html' title='Reading Comprehension...can end a relationship'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1488527192810639084</id><published>2012-01-31T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:25:39.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that awkward moment....</title><summary type='text'>you realize you care for someone more than you "thought" you did.....surprising.

I would like to quote New Edition, "if it isn't love, why do I feel this way?"

and then you have to check  yourself because you don't know if the person feels the same way.

AWKWARD.

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You show up to a bar, looking for the specials they advertise....
Then the bartender advises you there are no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1488527192810639084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1488527192810639084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1488527192810639084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1488527192810639084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkward-moment.html' title='that awkward moment....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4481551315936570930</id><published>2012-01-23T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:48:56.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Who knew I would cry watching a reailty show....</title><summary type='text'>So, I just finished watching Sundays episode of Kim&amp;Kourt Take NY. Kim reached out to John Edwards, a world renowned medium, to connect with her father. His message to her, her reaction really hit home for me. I realized I would like to have an opportunity to talk to my father again. So much is going on in my life that I think his advice would be of much comfort. But talking to a medium is a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4481551315936570930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4481551315936570930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4481551315936570930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4481551315936570930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-knew-i-would-cry-watching-reailty.html' title='Who knew I would cry watching a reailty show....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1572332297569923485</id><published>2011-10-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:14:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the need to say....</title><summary type='text'>History came in town today. A part of me got excited, while the rest of me was like "oh yea, a glimpse of what could of been." So, yea, I stayed at home. It would have been nice to reunite, party together, have din din, but in the end it would be a tease. No more teases without a guarantee. 


Going to the Texans v Raiders game tomorrow, EXCITED. I love football, but I really love to go to games.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1572332297569923485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1572332297569923485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1572332297569923485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1572332297569923485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-need-to-say.html' title='I feel the need to say....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3597254400875453751</id><published>2011-10-07T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:41:22.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Duped</title><summary type='text'>I got duped by someone I care about recently. Getting duped messes with your ego, your thoughts, hell even my appetite (had some freaky cravings).

Maybe I shouldn't have cared to the limit that I did, maybe I should have been more sharing with my true feelings...either way....

I learned something :)

I know now I need to be more present in situations. I need to not be afraid to be honest with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3597254400875453751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3597254400875453751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3597254400875453751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3597254400875453751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/10/duped.html' title='Duped'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7658955552400056881</id><published>2011-09-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:51:04.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a best guy friend, I have a best guy friend who is single (well now that's up for debate, keep reading). Never once has there been a mention of a girl, girlfriend, side piece, wifey, hoe, jumpoff, cookie, nookie, boo, baby, baby mamma, "homegirl", "play sis"....nada.

While waiting to go home, a young extremely drunk woman came up to me and said, "arrren't yyouuu Veronica, Veronica Storm?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7658955552400056881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7658955552400056881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7658955552400056881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7658955552400056881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-best-guy-friend-i-have-best-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1785058693079747129</id><published>2011-09-01T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:11:56.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtapes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>1977</title><summary type='text'>Now I am not a huge Dream fan but his latest mix tape is "MUSIC." I have listened to it over and over again. My fave track so far is "Wake Me When Its Over." 

The name of the mix tape is called 1977. 

The link is: http://www.radiokillarecords.com/

I suggest you download it.

Even if you are not a Dream fan, just give it a try. Or listen to the lyrics. 

I can hear his effort, his passion, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1785058693079747129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1785058693079747129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1785058693079747129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1785058693079747129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/09/1977.html' title='1977'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6663821295809931356</id><published>2011-08-30T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:51:43.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alzheimers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Mom...the good times</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I only tweet, update my status when times are rough with my mom. But that's because I know my friends, followers, strangers, whomever will send me some much needed love.  Well today I had a great early dinner with my mom. It was nice sharing a meal and I began to think of all the nice dinners, nice moments we do have. And how I need to focus on those to remember her by, not the negative</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6663821295809931356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6663821295809931356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6663821295809931356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6663821295809931356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/momthe-good-times.html' title='Mom...the good times'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3424948073402700932</id><published>2011-08-30T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:42:38.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Some ingredients don't mix....</title><summary type='text'>Not sure exactly why but I've never been apart of a one clique/group only. I have all types of friends. Some know each other, some don't. And it doesn't always work when they are joined.  Recently I hung out with 2 friends and man I don't think I want to hang out with them combined again. It was like they both gained a new attitude, like the air that they breathed was of higher quality.  Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3424948073402700932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3424948073402700932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3424948073402700932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3424948073402700932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-ingredients-dont-mix.html' title='Some ingredients don&apos;t mix....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6739423961209932696</id><published>2011-08-26T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:44:12.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Friends....get some,real ones!</title><summary type='text'>Last night I was reminded how blessed I've been in the friendship department... A friend of friend was celebrating her birthday last night. My friends and I joined along. Thank God we did, because we were able to save her....literallyI understand when I was their age I wanted to have a great time, live life, but I never did at the expense of a friend (especially if it was their bday and they were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6739423961209932696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6739423961209932696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6739423961209932696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6739423961209932696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/friendsget-somereal-ones.html' title='Friends....get some,real ones!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4008027573376885590</id><published>2011-08-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:54:53.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>A Single Creepy Story...</title><summary type='text'>couple of nights ago a friend of mine asked me to go with her to her friend's birthday party. Of course I said yes because I needed to be distracted from sitting in the house, thinking about this and that (check 2 blogs ago).  We arrive and are introduced to this decent looking Australian men. Now usually I'm attracted to every Australian man I meet, but this one had more of a body of 17 year old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4008027573376885590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4008027573376885590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4008027573376885590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4008027573376885590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/single-creepy-story.html' title='A Single Creepy Story...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4585894386534572530</id><published>2011-08-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:33:18.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>Things you should try if you haven't....</title><summary type='text'>listen to "She Will" by Lil Wayne, Drake and Rick Ross while looking in the mirror getting dressed/undressed. Something about that beat makes feel all devilish and sexy.... CenterCourt Pizza. Only locations are in Pearland and Missouri City but...its so good! Fist Pumping all night, equivalent to doing a 6 sets of arm curls in the gym. Saying "Gyming" instead of "working out." Folks look at me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4585894386534572530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4585894386534572530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4585894386534572530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4585894386534572530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-should-try-if-you-havent.html' title='Things you should try if you haven&apos;t....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6888542874488988530</id><published>2011-08-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:19:37.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>I didn't know.....</title><summary type='text'>So....I've exhausted every avenue of dealing with this issue (a person of interest.) I decided to blog about it because maybe getting it out and reading it back will get me to some point of conclusion or direction.  I care for dude, genuinely care for this dude. (I'm only saying dude cuz I'm not going to say his name) Days have gone by with no communication and I don't understand why. There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6888542874488988530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6888542874488988530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6888542874488988530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6888542874488988530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-didnt-know.html' title='I didn&apos;t know.....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6714832962620824522</id><published>2011-07-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:20:44.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alzheimers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Back Again</title><summary type='text'>That moment you remember you have a blog and haven't blogged since January because you visited another blog that just totally irked your mind....yea.... Seriously though, twitter took my need to blog. Instead of composing my thoughts into some clever sentencing,  I can just tweet the thought right then and there.....added bonus is I get immediate feedback. @veronicastorm (yep I plugged the name)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6714832962620824522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6714832962620824522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6714832962620824522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6714832962620824522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4954856114966666969</id><published>2011-05-24T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:22:22.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alzheimers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>wow....</title><summary type='text'>I tried a new support group today (for Alzheimers). It was held at an actual assisted living facility. I was optimistic walking in, during the session I held it together, but as I toured the place......my emotions began to spin out of control. Somehow I managed not to let it out until I got home. It was horrible, still feels horrible.Regardless of how nice a place is, or how friendly the people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4954856114966666969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4954856114966666969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4954856114966666969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4954856114966666969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow.html' title='wow....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-9030807747341510373</id><published>2011-01-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:14:40.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Current Events have been ridiculous....</title><summary type='text'>I don't remember a time where I was was confused watching the news or reading articles on line. From politics to celebrity gossip nothing makes sense.Tiny gives a hand job to TI and gets caught by guards?? I don't know whether to laugh or feel pity for this couple. Not only can y'all not stay out of jail, y'all can't even act right while TI is in. I also feel like TI could afford to pay someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/9030807747341510373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=9030807747341510373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9030807747341510373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9030807747341510373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2011/01/current-events-have-been-ridiculous.html' title='Current Events have been ridiculous....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5826690163900614426</id><published>2010-12-23T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:11:04.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>Tried being nice...</title><summary type='text'>So I've learned the past couple of weeks that when I am nice, friendly to the opposite sex, it doesn't quite work in my favor.Oh but when I'm rude, cocky, would you believe men come raining just making themselves to available, too aggressive, too needy....get it?So what is a girl to do?Can't really ask my elders, they didn't really have to deal with so much bitchass, flip floppy behavior?Can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5826690163900614426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5826690163900614426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5826690163900614426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5826690163900614426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/tried-being-nice.html' title='Tried being nice...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6174282610480067915</id><published>2010-12-16T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:06:22.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Itch I cant scratch...</title><summary type='text'>Ever had a former friend, an enemy, a stranger (who wants to  know you so bad) do everything in their power to make their prescense known. Just stand as close as they can to  you, join conversations they were not apart of, keep walking near you, accidentally bumping into you...ugh....Last night I had a former friend do some of these tactics. My favorite was when they felt the need to stare in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6174282610480067915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6174282610480067915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6174282610480067915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6174282610480067915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/itch-i-cant-scratch.html' title='Itch I cant scratch...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-290241253833563914</id><published>2010-12-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:18:45.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><title type='text'>don't blink</title><summary type='text'>Shoutout to @LoveAlexandria for the peer pressure.I joined tumblr like millions of other Americans.Link to the right. But for those that don't want to look....veronicastorm.tumblr.comSomething else for me to add to my daily tasks. lol. yeaAnyways.....I have been having short conversations with a particular person on twitter. Would you know he holds my interest than some who I can actually touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/290241253833563914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=290241253833563914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/290241253833563914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/290241253833563914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-blink.html' title='don&apos;t blink'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1222753325953812113</id><published>2010-12-09T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:04:56.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Another use for my mirror...</title><summary type='text'>So my homegirl, Ladi L aka Miss Dallas (twitter: @MissDallas09), is booking performances like crazy. She is a certified rap artist. Next to blow out of Texas.Guess who she asked to be her hypeman......yep....me. Hilarious? yes. Real? yes.My first time onstage with her was last Sunday at the Los Magnificos Car Show. Talk about nerves and butterflies. Whew, how do performers do it night after night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1222753325953812113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1222753325953812113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1222753325953812113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1222753325953812113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-use-for-my-mirror.html' title='Another use for my mirror...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6319900407421166686</id><published>2010-12-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:25:18.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Date to a Wedding...</title><summary type='text'>So an ex asked me to a wedding.... STOP SIGNWhat color would you plan to wear to the wedding? RED LIGHT ~~ what? who coordinates? so does that mean I'm off limits to the other single men in the wedding?And the groom is someone who used to be highly interested in me.... caution signAlso, there is no date set..... sign of shotgun wedding"Maybe we'll both get there and realize something... yellow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6319900407421166686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6319900407421166686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6319900407421166686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6319900407421166686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/date-to-wedding.html' title='Date to a Wedding...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-9080663511212814899</id><published>2010-12-09T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:10:09.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>...how do you know?</title><summary type='text'>When is it ok to settle? When is it ok to hold out for something better? When is it time to make it work, or run like a scared lamb?Dating, sexing, texting, chatting, tweeting, meeting, loving, befriending, hugging, kissing any type of interaction with the opposite sex has become dreadful as physics was to me freshman year of college.I know I don't want it to be easy, but damn, I didn't want it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/9080663511212814899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=9080663511212814899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9080663511212814899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9080663511212814899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-know.html' title='...how do you know?'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1132213387382899888</id><published>2010-12-02T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:36:20.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sharing This Video With You For XMAS Joy</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1132213387382899888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1132213387382899888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1132213387382899888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1132213387382899888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sharing-this-video-with-you-for-xmas.html' title='I&apos;m Sharing This Video With You For XMAS Joy'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j99csdgV02Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4154494448270930989</id><published>2010-12-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:36:42.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>Short&amp;Sweet</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I got a text that sent me into a quick crash mode. Crash mode is like that ugly slave cry and the inability to speak English. Yes, it was quite a scene. But that happens when a friend of yours decides out the blue they no longer want you in their life. Yep. Short and not sweet.I even replied, you think I got a reply back? nope.I get everyone has the right to make their own decisions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4154494448270930989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4154494448270930989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4154494448270930989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4154494448270930989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/short.html' title='Short&amp;Sweet'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3949760733194540320</id><published>2010-12-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:41:39.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Sure Thing Now...</title><summary type='text'>Stopped by Lubys to get my mom dinner last night and ran into an author. She freely shared with me knowledge of her wirting process, mistakes to avoid and her previous work. I took it as a sign to stop being scary and nervous. Just dive in. Better to go back and fix things than to just think of what I could do.I've always wanted to be a writer. I have concepts in my head. I can visually see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3949760733194540320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3949760733194540320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3949760733194540320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3949760733194540320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/12/sure-thing-now.html' title='Sure Thing Now...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6326318878400467031</id><published>2010-11-29T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:59:58.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alzheimers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Thanks Lil Kim....</title><summary type='text'>Who would of thought that Lil Kim would be my savior today??? seriously though....everyone on Twitter today is discussing the beef between Lil Kim and Nicki Minaj (#TeamLilKim by the way). So it motivated me to go back and listen to Kim's songs. Umm...hands down Kim wins. But it gave me a little "thug miss" attitude. Yes, in my bedroom, just saying "ugh" and grabbing my "balls." I don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6326318878400467031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6326318878400467031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6326318878400467031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6326318878400467031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-lil-kim.html' title='Thanks Lil Kim....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6683608650595069790</id><published>2010-11-28T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:30:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in-tee-waze (anways)</title><summary type='text'>I just typed a whole blog.it was great (well I think it was).I went ot publish it and poof be gone.I don't think I can re type all of those random thoughts.I hope to be blogging more often.peace.Follow me on twitter @veronicastorm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6683608650595069790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6683608650595069790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6683608650595069790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6683608650595069790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-tee-waze-anways.html' title='in-tee-waze (anways)'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7013383640902454643</id><published>2010-02-25T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:21:05.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><summary type='text'>So......lets jump back in. I am going to make an attempt to blog more often. I always say, but this time I kind of mean it lol.#UltimateFail Twitter is my new form of expression. Ridiculous. Notice the usage of the pound sign.Randomly I tried to step my friendship rules up, and attempt to confront, release, comfort, help a friend. Well I guess she saw it coming from a mile away and backed her ass</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7013383640902454643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7013383640902454643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7013383640902454643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7013383640902454643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6326109007182810245</id><published>2010-01-30T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:29:48.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Opinions As of Right Now</title><summary type='text'>1.  I'm not liking how the Houston social climate is changing.2.  I got dissed by a guy because I wasn't popular enough. So popular girls are awesome in his book.3.  My dog and I have better conversations than half of the men I meet. Did I mention my dog only barks and barely does that.4.  I am sick of Tiger Woods being raped in the media. He cheated on his wife. Who hasn't done that?5.  Man I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6326109007182810245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6326109007182810245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6326109007182810245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6326109007182810245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/01/opinions-as-of-right-now.html' title='Opinions As of Right Now'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1137208197187451654</id><published>2010-01-25T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:52:39.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>long time, no blog</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged in a minute, because sometimes it's too hard to let stuff out. Actually read it and see it. Easier to think about it, discuss with some friends, but never personally staring at it.It hasn't been easy with my mom. Some days are good and some days are bad. Other days it's bad and good all in the same day. I have to admit I think this is making me stronger and a bit weaker in some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1137208197187451654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1137208197187451654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1137208197187451654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1137208197187451654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time, no blog'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3879665161857334508</id><published>2009-09-11T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:20:08.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Can I say...</title><summary type='text'>it is hard to take the steps to take someone seriously and have them take you seriously. I am currently feeling that urge to have this person all to myself. I haven't felt this in a minute. It's nice to feel comfortable about someone, and talk about them, trust them, learn about them, appreciate the little things. This phase I'm in is quite enjoyable. It just sucks when I don't get my way, or get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3879665161857334508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3879665161857334508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3879665161857334508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3879665161857334508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-i-say.html' title='Can I say...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2648503906262673093</id><published>2009-09-11T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:11:22.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>more punishments</title><summary type='text'>It's crazy what is going on 2009.   Joe Wilson       You are a grown ass man. Why couldn't you control yourself during a damn Presidential speech? It was televised. This is in no way will help the Republican Party or prove if Obama is an actual "liar."           PUNISHMENT:  locked in room with Pookie and his friends   TOYA and NIVEA       So yall are best friends now, friendly associates because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2648503906262673093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2648503906262673093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2648503906262673093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2648503906262673093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-punishments.html' title='more punishments'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7570682485863267412</id><published>2009-08-31T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:08:03.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>Damn Popular Kids...Celebrities!!!</title><summary type='text'>The folks below I have a problem with. Some should be locked away, some should be spanked. If I missed anyone, please comment. Loves the feedback lol.LAUREN LONDON     @ 2PM, she posted this on twitter:  Rumors are False! Why won't they just let us be. Wayne is indeed the Father and there's no question. We are celebrating a life. Peace    @ 2:15PM, she posted this on twitter: I wish they would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7570682485863267412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7570682485863267412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7570682485863267412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7570682485863267412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-popular-kidscelebrities.html' title='Damn Popular Kids...Celebrities!!!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3889168215664078628</id><published>2009-08-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:01:19.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Check This...</title><summary type='text'>Today Noelle is coming over. We are going to Kona and then on to Pravada. I plan for laughs and interesting comments. So you should follow me twitter.com/veronicastorm.I drove to my Grandma's and then back today. The drive pooped me out. But still can't sleep. I hope I don't snap on the kids. I'm going to put on a movie for myself to keep some positivity around me.My mom actually seemed like she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3889168215664078628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3889168215664078628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3889168215664078628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3889168215664078628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-this.html' title='Check This...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3816365381414509268</id><published>2009-08-26T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:17:40.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>CELEBRITIES I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH</title><summary type='text'>FRANKIE:  You are almost so foolish  you might need to get back on crack.KANDIE: If you can't label your mate with one profession, and have the nerve to say he owns several businesses, at some point he was doing something worthy of getting arrested for. If he owns several business why not call him a Business Owner, a CEO, a President, etc.... DIDDY: why is it in your heart to sing so bad?? And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3816365381414509268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3816365381414509268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3816365381414509268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3816365381414509268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrities-i-have-problems-with.html' title='CELEBRITIES I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4699182991730908436</id><published>2009-08-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:02:48.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>I Can't Stand Parents Who....</title><summary type='text'>....allow their young girls to wear lace fronts!!! And by young, anyone below the age of 18 attending high school and on down. Lace fronts are supposed to be worn in performance, maybe for someone who has lost all their hair or hairline, in movies where they don't have time to re-dye hair. Not so your baby can look like she is missing half of her forehead. If you don't believe head to your area </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4699182991730908436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4699182991730908436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4699182991730908436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4699182991730908436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-stand-parents-who.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stand Parents Who....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2380350104771700709</id><published>2009-08-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:43:54.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dealio</title><summary type='text'>My new interest is going to the gun rangeI love the Real Housewives of Atlanta, so entertaining! My puupy is my love I wish my mom would take her medicine. She would be happier. Wouldn't it be cool if I could get my own reality show and be paid lovely per episode. I am obsessed with my cell phone. The library is my new boyfriend. My new boo could transition to something more serious. But I doubt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2380350104771700709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2380350104771700709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2380350104771700709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2380350104771700709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/08/dealio.html' title='The Dealio'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-1845986381402704232</id><published>2009-07-17T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:22:04.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>To Keep Hushed???</title><summary type='text'>I've been spending more time on the internet, paying more attention to things I never noticed before or didn't care about.Some people, some associates, some friends are making/creating/enhancing/embelleshing/inventing themselves on line. Some might find me guilty of that as well. But personally I know I put out what's going on in my life. I can back up what I talk about, others cannot.I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/1845986381402704232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=1845986381402704232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1845986381402704232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/1845986381402704232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-keep-hushed.html' title='To Keep Hushed???'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6339628821577236198</id><published>2009-07-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:44:10.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOLATRY'/><title type='text'>Explain this....</title><summary type='text'> Why would you do this to yourself?The stomach can be explained by the many children she has had.But what explains the white panties???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6339628821577236198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6339628821577236198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6339628821577236198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6339628821577236198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/explain-this.html' title='Explain this....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/Sl4xWr8DtQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gorQL5c-7Fs/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8374318547193287769</id><published>2009-07-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:05:35.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>BLASTING</title><summary type='text'>....how does a certain someone (Ken Ken) hack into my stuff. I've changed the passwords, not like he's seen me to maybe bribe them out of me, and I haven't logged on nothing around him. Freaky, wacky!!....all of the people my mom has helped over the years. They are like ghost. You would think they might want to put in some extra effort, like at least 5 minutes of their time and nothing. Only a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8374318547193287769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8374318547193287769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8374318547193287769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8374318547193287769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/blasting.html' title='BLASTING'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4036584505621456440</id><published>2009-07-13T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:57:37.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>People Take The Joy Out Of............</title><summary type='text'>FACEBOOK/TWITTER      ~status stalker: stalk you to the point that when you see them face to face they spit off every status you have had.      ~People who have low reading comprehension skills and get offended or don't understand your words. Then have the nerve to be rude and judgemental with their responses/reactions      ~Take it too serious: lose their jobs, lose friends, lose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4036584505621456440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4036584505621456440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4036584505621456440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4036584505621456440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-take-joy-out-of.html' title='People Take The Joy Out Of............'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2713325013761632451</id><published>2009-07-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:17:14.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>TWITTER</title><summary type='text'>I decided to give twitter.com a try, join the masses in opening the gates of privacyFollow me @veronicastormI chose that name cuz it's my nickname/alter ego, and all ambers were takenIt's crazy what people put on twitterIt's annoying to see when people blast others because they feel their twitter comments aren't cool enough or doesn't meet their standards. Just stupid. Why should everyone talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2713325013761632451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2713325013761632451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2713325013761632451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2713325013761632451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter.html' title='TWITTER'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-447350704218392528</id><published>2009-07-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:50:04.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Confusion!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>1.  I don't get people who go on dates to the club. The whole time worrying about who is staring at their significant other, doing to much to let folks know they are together, boo up and take needed space at the bar....I don't get it. Have fun, let loose.2. People who ask you to do favors for them, give them advice, give them ideas and suggestions....to all of a suden treat you a hot shitty mess</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/447350704218392528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=447350704218392528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/447350704218392528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/447350704218392528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4564400586443859082</id><published>2009-06-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:14:54.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Problems.....lmao</title><summary type='text'>1. Mobile blogging is not working. I have registered twice, I get the confirmation, and then when I try I get a lovely text telling me my device is not registered............2. I love the American Idol game on Wii...it's the bomb. LEt's me know I can sing....I really can't but tell me why I always get above Gold Status!3. Houston Heat, means less time my puppy is outside....less time I can read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4564400586443859082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4564400586443859082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4564400586443859082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4564400586443859082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/06/problemslmao.html' title='Problems.....lmao'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6409556822546741246</id><published>2009-06-22T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:09:55.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Soo...mobile blogging</title><summary type='text'>I am going to start mobile blogging. I think it's healthy I do such lol.First off.......dating is clearly only for entertainment this year. I should not expect anything to come out of any prospects expect good stories to tell, laughter and blog material. But I will say it does ease up the tension that I deal with on a daily basis with my mom............and my mom for some reason has eased up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6409556822546741246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6409556822546741246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6409556822546741246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6409556822546741246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/06/soomobile-blogging.html' title='Soo...mobile blogging'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5063369676254341410</id><published>2009-06-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:42:12.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>ITs Been A Minute</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been able to share my thoughts, because they just don't make sense to me. A big change has happened in my life. My mom was diagnosed with alzheimers. FInally things make sense, but then opens a door of unanswered questions.I lost my dad when I was in the 5th grade, and now it's like I'm losing her, just slowly. I can't do anything right, I can't make it better, I just don't know what to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5063369676254341410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5063369676254341410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5063369676254341410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5063369676254341410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-minute.html' title='ITs Been A Minute'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-325700278836278776</id><published>2009-01-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:05:01.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><title type='text'>2009</title><summary type='text'>Someone reminded me of how I was freshman year of college. I was excited about life, the levels in my voice would change frequently, I was happy about being happy, I wanted to discover new things, and watch, and just be me!That same person talked on the phone with me today and just was so surprised about my tone. How different I sounded. I didn't think it was that bad. I had to explain 2008 was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/325700278836278776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=325700278836278776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/325700278836278776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/325700278836278776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3400296411336425979</id><published>2009-01-13T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:59:23.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Preventing the word flow....</title><summary type='text'>I went to a Sonic in Katy. They refused to inform me they no longer had Hamburger buns! So I got toasted bread with my Chicken Strip Sandwich. Tear my life. It wasn't the same. And they were stingy on the mayo. I didn't call corporate, but my feelings and taste buds were truly hurt.My mom won't get help. She is truly going thru something, something is taking over, and she is almost content with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3400296411336425979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3400296411336425979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3400296411336425979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3400296411336425979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2009/01/preventing-word-flow.html' title='Preventing the word flow....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2527281091711702177</id><published>2008-12-18T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:30:30.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>I have the right to call corporate/headquarters when....</title><summary type='text'>I have the right to call corporate/headquarters when...........I pull up to McDonalds at 5:45am. I am in the mood for breakfast. The sign says 24hours, so I am confident that I will get something tasty. I look at the menu, and of course the menu hasn't been switched to breakfast, I am annoyed. 5 minutes go by, and no one acknowledges me. SO, Tia is with me, and says pull up, we hungry! We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2527281091711702177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2527281091711702177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2527281091711702177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2527281091711702177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-right-to-call.html' title='I have the right to call corporate/headquarters when....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6937362159965584820</id><published>2008-12-17T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:25:58.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Do you hate.......as much as I do?</title><summary type='text'>Do you hate........people that call you werid, wack, or lame because you like to open up a book and read itpeople who put Christmas decorations on their carthe cell phone people in the mall (who scream at you and give every excuse why you should waste 5 minutes of your time)lady in the mall that is always trying to sell me a flat ironpeople who allow their children to chill in the shopping cart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6937362159965584820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6937362159965584820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6937362159965584820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6937362159965584820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-hateas-much-as-i-do.html' title='Do you hate.......as much as I do?'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3738553699304166210</id><published>2008-12-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:30:12.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Seriously.....</title><summary type='text'>It's sad when the only male I can trust is the guy who makes my wings at WingStop. When I ask him for extra seasoning, I get extra seasoning. He doesn't even charge. He doesn't lie to me and say the food is ready when it isn't. He tells me to have a nice day. He is dependable. When I call, he answers, even if it is his job, it only rings like once or twice. I never get sent to voicemail. and then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3738553699304166210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3738553699304166210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3738553699304166210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3738553699304166210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously.....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7021204860315702317</id><published>2008-12-13T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:15:59.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>I have the RIGHT...</title><summary type='text'>.....to be annoyed at the ridiculous amount of Christmas music being played on the radio, in grocery stores, at gas stations, speakers outside of the mall, in restaurants, and my teddy bear that randomly likes to sing Jingle Bells.... to get on a schedule of Tylenol PM!  Seriously I am having real sleep issues. My body and my mind think it's okay to sleep after 6am to about 12/1pm.  Such illness.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7021204860315702317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7021204860315702317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7021204860315702317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7021204860315702317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-right.html' title='I have the RIGHT...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4926742821842199042</id><published>2008-12-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:59.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Answer this....</title><summary type='text'>1. Doesn't it make you smile when someone randomly sends you a text message saying, "I just thought about you."2. Who's happy about ten dollaz equals half a tank?3. Don't you wish yo girlfriend was hot like me?4. If I run away, who is going to put me up?5. Why isn't Keri HIlson blowing up like she should? She has talent, so much talent!!!6. Why won't AT&amp;T give me a free phone?7. Who's gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4926742821842199042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4926742821842199042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4926742821842199042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4926742821842199042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/12/answer-this.html' title='Answer this....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-9033555904625541690</id><published>2008-11-30T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:38:20.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><title type='text'>MY COUSIN IS AWESOME!!FOOTBALL AWESOME</title><summary type='text'>1.   North Shore   2.   Pearland    3.   FB Hightower   4.   Katy Cinco Ranch   5.   Katy   6.   Aldine Eisenhower   7.   Deer Park   8.   Beaumont West Brook   9.   Houston Madison   10. Houston LamarMy cousin plays for Pearland High School. His name is Corbin Smith. As you can see his team is ranked #2 in Texas in the region. The team is also undefeated.I am just so proud of him. He plays the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/9033555904625541690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=9033555904625541690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9033555904625541690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9033555904625541690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cousin-is-awesomefootball-awesome.html' title='MY COUSIN IS AWESOME!!FOOTBALL AWESOME'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/STJQ5Vxy7LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EDZOn42fOO8/s72-c/corbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7197636631512486975</id><published>2008-11-27T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:50:51.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>A New Sleep...if that makes sense</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!I slept in Tia's bed.Best sleep I have had in a minute.It's so dark in there, the sunshine can't get thru.I had good dreams.Yes, I did mean "dreams" to be plural.Of course I got 3 calls in the morning from the "mother who is no longer herself."Of course she tried everything in the book.And still I don't want to spend Thanksgiving with her.I just need a break from her, and she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7197636631512486975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7197636631512486975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7197636631512486975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7197636631512486975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-sleepif-that-makes-sense.html' title='A New Sleep...if that makes sense'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-721666421839614234</id><published>2008-11-26T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:26:29.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving....what happened?</title><summary type='text'>I used to get excited about this holiday.I could care less this year.Well really I didn't care last year. I was in New Orleans.This year, I am in Houston, minding my own business.....but who is the 1 person who won't give me peace....my mother!     I mean, my homegirl has been the hospital for some days, and I have been with her. Of course my mother had a problem with that. Not that I was trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/721666421839614234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=721666421839614234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/721666421839614234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/721666421839614234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgivingwhat-happened.html' title='Thanksgiving....what happened?'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7243137272435470082</id><published>2008-11-21T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:58:05.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>reality</title><summary type='text'>It's been hard to blog lately.It's been hard to publish what has already been typed.To sum it up, it is hell living with my mother. Her mood swings, her paranoia, her memory loss.....it's depressing. I never thought I would see her like this. I honestly can't handle it. I have reached to family and friends but the adults tell me to hold on, support her, she's yo momma, help her, we are talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7243137272435470082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7243137272435470082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7243137272435470082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7243137272435470082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5420627964845885696</id><published>2008-11-21T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:42:08.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude bio'/><title type='text'>The Winter Boo</title><summary type='text'>What is a winter boo?Needs to have a decent amount of body fat, muscles and soft muscles, just a teddy bear like feeldoesn't really feel the need to talk all the time, only when I need him to or he's talking about what we are going to eat smells good, I mean close distance (I will smell good as well, wearing Euphoria right now, oooo weeeee)shaves (of course me to)deep voice to put me to sleep or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5420627964845885696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5420627964845885696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5420627964845885696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5420627964845885696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-boo.html' title='The Winter Boo'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7837275358602595321</id><published>2008-11-21T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:35:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does he think I am stupid?</title><summary type='text'>This man has the nerve to walk around calmly.  Like I don't see him texting back and forth...back and forth. That damn noise (duh duh duh) has been reocurring for about an hour. I guess he thinks putting the phone on vibrate equals silence...not it does not!!!Of course I am staring him down. Waiting for him to slip up and set that phone down. Oh, but today would be the day it stays in his pocket.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7837275358602595321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7837275358602595321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7837275358602595321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7837275358602595321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-he-think-i-am-stupid.html' title='Does he think I am stupid?'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5905450248359227827</id><published>2008-10-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:36:20.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRIPS'/><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><summary type='text'>I am here. Partying, eating, dancing......yes I am having fun. But decided to take a break while I am putting my "face" (makeup).Questions I have:How come Donald Trump can build some million odd dollar building and the whole city has yet to be taken care of?Why do so many males have dreads?Why are hand gernades so addicting? How come nobody knows what's in those tube shots? Why the hell is pizza </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5905450248359227827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5905450248359227827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5905450248359227827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5905450248359227827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6683551935747280676</id><published>2008-10-16T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:33:30.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>#7 Job Blues</title><summary type='text'>So this lady tells me her husband works for Dillards....Tells me I should be interested, look into it, something to do, great pay, benefits....basically better than Macy's...She tells me I should be a cotton ball.......1st thought in my head is like my grandma used to pick cotton......Has this lady said a racist joke to my face............What does a cotton ball and a job at Dillards have in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6683551935747280676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6683551935747280676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6683551935747280676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6683551935747280676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-job-blues.html' title='#7 Job Blues'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7867999468113072536</id><published>2008-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:57:36.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solutions'/><title type='text'>Solutions</title><summary type='text'>Now that last blog....whew....venting on the third boderline suicidal power yall! But that breaking point has already been broken. So no other direction to go but left, right, or up. Yes, I have a few solutions, that help in my dark times. SLEEP I feel so much better after a nap. Even if it is only 15 minutes, I am like heck yea. Unless that 15 minutes was too damn good, and I wake up like damn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7867999468113072536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7867999468113072536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7867999468113072536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7867999468113072536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/10/solutions.html' title='Solutions'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7762257361573279299</id><published>2008-10-15T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:34:52.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Hiding...Protecting...</title><summary type='text'>I have been M.I.A. for real. Moving back to Houston is not providing this transition/progession/enlightenment that I thought it would. It's actually making me look back and miss some times I shouldn't be missing.BITCHASSNESS STRESS..........1. EX Boyfriends: Well, I guess me moving back home, he took as an opportunity to get his old main chick back on his right side, cuz the left is already taken</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7762257361573279299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7762257361573279299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7762257361573279299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7762257361573279299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/10/hidingprotecting.html' title='Hiding...Protecting...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5224827802958072216</id><published>2008-08-31T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:14:58.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal realness'/><title type='text'>The Time</title><summary type='text'>It's been hard for me to blog lately. Stuff is changing. Feelings are getting tested. Too many damn thoughts going through my mind. Folks testing my breaking point.Like today...I was reminded of a past friendship. I have made a promise to myself that I will not become friends with her again, but today I missed the friendship, but not her. Does that make sense? At one point it was complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5224827802958072216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5224827802958072216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5224827802958072216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5224827802958072216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html' title='The Time'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6109917453952939393</id><published>2008-08-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:51:57.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>So........niggas niggaz negros negras</title><summary type='text'>Trying to broaden my horizons. Different types of men. I swear foolishness can hide in all different kinds of packages. The opposite sex is truly begininning to make me nervous. So, I am no longer going after my type, the opposite of my type, any type at all......I'm just going to ask God to smack me in the face with a righteous one, and some direction, and some clues, lol. Or really stop talking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6109917453952939393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6109917453952939393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6109917453952939393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6109917453952939393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/08/soniggas-niggaz-negros-negras.html' title='So........niggas niggaz negros negras'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2320039167816379976</id><published>2008-08-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:50:56.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>My Issues With Politics</title><summary type='text'>1. Why does Obama's acceptance speech have to be such a profound usage of foolery? I mean the lights the stage, the music, the location, etc.? Watching the speech now, and it is a great speech. He doesn't need all that drama. No other president has needed such a show to get elected or to be so desperate for the votes of independent voter.2. Why won't John Mccain tell the world who his running </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2320039167816379976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2320039167816379976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2320039167816379976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2320039167816379976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-issues-with-politics.html' title='My Issues With Politics'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3302912365007467927</id><published>2008-08-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:19:37.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><title type='text'>Take  A Note!!</title><summary type='text'>Sidenote: To Torrence, I am scared. I am scared of the city of Atlanta and anyone that decides to make that their home. lolClearly this is going to be all over the place. Please just read it, laugh, take it to the head like a shot of tequilla.....NIGGAS WHO KEEP CALLING ME SKINNY/ANOREXIC/CANCEROUS: I guess these individuals haven't seen me in a long time. Or maybe they have changed their taste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3302912365007467927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3302912365007467927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3302912365007467927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3302912365007467927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-note.html' title='Take  A Note!!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8476460614988574792</id><published>2008-08-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:56:26.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><title type='text'>Run it Down.....</title><summary type='text'>So back in Houston. It has been quite an adjustment. I mean dealing with my mom, having no money, trying to find a job, dealing with new prospects in my life........hilarity indeed!!NAME:  TaurusMET:      At a grown folks functionOCCUPATION:  BarberHEIGHT:  Taller than me at leastDISCUSSION:  He seems cool. Works almost everyday making that money. Invited me to some drinks and maybe a quite bite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8476460614988574792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8476460614988574792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8476460614988574792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8476460614988574792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/08/run-it-down.html' title='Run it Down.....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7721468101435892033</id><published>2008-07-26T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:40:02.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>NO PENIS LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'> ME:  Are you gay?7 Foot Nigga Driving a Caprice:  YesME:  Are you sure?7 Foot Nigga Driving  A Caprice:  YesME:  All the time?7 Foot Nigga Driving A Caprice:  Yes UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, I just left this gay club in Houston, Texas. Umm.............gay black men everywhere. I mean I support the cause, the movement, the decision, but damn, you start looking and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7721468101435892033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7721468101435892033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7721468101435892033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7721468101435892033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-penis-left.html' title='NO PENIS LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8449853890735419733</id><published>2008-07-15T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:47:52.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>The Big Hurt</title><summary type='text'>The Big Hurt:  this means when I notice the reaction of a Black Man to either a gay black man or a white woman. Their neck twists like they have never seen something so magical in their life. Willing to push a Black Woman out the way to get a chance with the gay black man or the white woman. Never really noticed it or cared until I went out with The Great White Hype (white chick) and Ms. Runway </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8449853890735419733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8449853890735419733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8449853890735419733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8449853890735419733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-hurt.html' title='The Big Hurt'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7699431061343724818</id><published>2008-07-15T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:35:41.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big "O" My Goodness</title><summary type='text'>So this weekend made me look at my homeboi in a new light. I don't know if he needs to stop doing drugs, or if he needs to handle his sexuality, either way I DON'T SUPPORT IT.Place:  Dallas, Texas and Addisson, TexasDay:    Saturday...all dayCharacters:  Ms. Runway Diva, Ms. Lips, The Big "O", and Miss Shock ValueLocation:  Hotel Room, Cyclone (off the chain Mexican Restaurant), Ghostbar, Outside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7699431061343724818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7699431061343724818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7699431061343724818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7699431061343724818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-o-my-goodness.html' title='The Big &quot;O&quot; My Goodness'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5542560652906848574</id><published>2008-07-05T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:45:07.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Happen To You?</title><summary type='text'>While you are applying lip gloss/lip chap,has a guy/girl ever come in your face and applied his/her lip chap/lip gloss?....and this person had on a off white suit with a red bow tie...strangenessSo you have a guy/girl you gave your number to inside the club...you are outside talking to a group of people...then ole dude/girl storms thru the group and attempts to charge you up?Someone you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5542560652906848574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5542560652906848574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5542560652906848574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5542560652906848574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-this-happen-to-you.html' title='Does This Happen To You?'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2690574669516208851</id><published>2008-07-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:30:02.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw a Dress.....</title><summary type='text'>"Man that hoe is fly" was my 1st statement."ummmm,wonder what that would look like on me???" was my 2nd statement.Tried the dress on,looked in the mirror,and I thought I could be fab!I go outside and the attendants felt the fabness...okay...yea...Showed it to GreatWhiteHype and Ms.Fab and not so much the same reaction.Inspected the dress further..........Forgot to say the back was open and cut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2690574669516208851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2690574669516208851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2690574669516208851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2690574669516208851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/saw-dress.html' title='Saw a Dress.....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8445945874880438176</id><published>2008-07-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:31:52.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><summary type='text'>My cousin feels I make too many connections within the club/nightlife. I tried to explain to her, those sometimes tend to be the most interesting situations, or the most surprising. So, since I've been in Houston I haven't gone out. But that hasn't stopped some of the weirdness, unexpectedness, foolishness. Riding in the car...Old Man Jones:  So this Mercedes is like riding my ass. It's trying to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8445945874880438176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8445945874880438176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8445945874880438176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8445945874880438176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/07/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3449378400691336200</id><published>2008-06-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:48:12.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><title type='text'>The ill Dirty Talk....</title><summary type='text'>So we all have heard of or experienced the act of "Phone Sex." Well, for the first time in my life, I experienced "Dirty Text Messages/Text Message Sex/Clicking Freaky." What would be a cool name for that?It was weird. Around 3am I recieved some messages from Jermaine the Lame. The basic, "I miss you" "Where are you?".....then it went to a place that I couldn't quite follow..............at first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3449378400691336200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3449378400691336200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3449378400691336200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3449378400691336200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-dirty-talk.html' title='The ill Dirty Talk....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3981775826762578648</id><published>2008-06-15T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:21:26.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>I'm offended because...</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine is truly happy that R.Kelly was found not guilty on all of his charges. WTF?? I know the chick was experienced in the video, and fully knew what she was doing, but she was still like 13 years old. Let us not forget Aaliyah was 15 when they had their "marriage." How can you like "I believe I can fly" so much that you would excuse his nastiness? She has lost cool points.  I am no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3981775826762578648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3981775826762578648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3981775826762578648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3981775826762578648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-offended-because.html' title='I&apos;m offended because...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-204380845295676696</id><published>2008-06-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:13:41.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><title type='text'>The Cluster</title><summary type='text'>Lastnight I attended a party with Ms. Diva and Ms. Random (she is called this because she does the most random things ever imagined). The party was wack, so it gave me alot of time to inspect the slim pickings available. a.) The Short Man: I can't put my finger on it, but the look I get from him makes me nervous. I don't know if he looks at me like a tree, or a king size chocolate bar. When he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/204380845295676696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=204380845295676696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/204380845295676696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/204380845295676696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/cluster.html' title='The Cluster'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4254908646445184176</id><published>2008-06-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:14:23.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude bio'/><title type='text'>Drawbacks</title><summary type='text'>Junior Junior Junior: could become Mr. Psyco Junior. Well, he just makes me nervous. Decided to come to Houston, chill with my moms, and made sure not to tell him. I don't want to run into him, don't want to hear him run his mouth (ooo wee can he talk), don't want to have to look at him really. He isn't the same guy anymore. I no longer see him as confident. He is simply egotistical and off and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4254908646445184176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4254908646445184176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4254908646445184176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4254908646445184176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/drawbacks.html' title='Drawbacks'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3301308013558988172</id><published>2008-06-11T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:14:03.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><title type='text'>Junior Junior</title><summary type='text'>Called me around 11pm,about something that happened 1 month ago.THE SOMETHING: I went to a pool hall to hang with my Hooters Crew. Turns out Junior was there,wearing this black suit. I was already on the phone talking to Ms.Princess when I arrived. While in convo,he came over,said a few things,we hugged,he went back to his reserved spot.HIS ISSUE: I didn't do enough. I somehow should've done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3301308013558988172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3301308013558988172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3301308013558988172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3301308013558988172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/junior-junior.html' title='Junior Junior'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3753514633087173375</id><published>2008-06-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:14:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While licking the butter off the knife...</title><summary type='text'>So, this honey butter is just delicious. The bread and crackers in my house are not safe. Which means I am still staying 500 feet away. I guess you could call this Day 2 if I was in a "program."And thanks to the comments,they helped in my treatment,lol.I must take it back to the word "bitchassness."  My apts: while I'm taking a nap,I get a notice at like 4:30pm dated back from May. Telling me I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3753514633087173375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3753514633087173375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3753514633087173375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3753514633087173375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-licking-butter-off-knife.html' title='While licking the butter off the knife...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4060129608604502513</id><published>2008-06-02T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:12:57.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wack ex&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Old habits tend to die hard!!</title><summary type='text'>It sucks when you get bored...and think to entertain yourself...with foolish situations...with people you should keep at least 500 hundred feet away.Lately my life consists of the basics. Fulfilling but not provacative. I should be enjoying the peace more than I am, but an itty bitty part of me (not my titties for you jokesters), is looking for something. What, I don't know.I know I shouldn't be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4060129608604502513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4060129608604502513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4060129608604502513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4060129608604502513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-habits-tend-to-die-hard.html' title='Old habits tend to die hard!!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5075974965328037638</id><published>2008-05-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:22:40.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><title type='text'>Freedom...I want it!</title><summary type='text'>I hate what certain men did to me. I mean I hate what I allowed myself to feel because of them,what I allowed to happen. As much as I contemplate the pros and cons of a stable relationshp, I contemplate having options just as much. It's just at some point options decide to become selfish, get feelings involved, demand for me to reveal my inner-Amber, make rules, etc. And I'm left wondering what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5075974965328037638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5075974965328037638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5075974965328037638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5075974965328037638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedomi-want-it.html' title='Freedom...I want it!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6244035430245824799</id><published>2008-05-30T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:09:52.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't mind being his sweetie pie bcuz.....</title><summary type='text'>1. I've never liked being called pet names. But something about the way he said it made me flutter a bit. I DON'T FLUTTER.2. When I go to certain places, I can be on his arm. I can dance,do whatver and feel comfortable. I'm not confused on what could happen today or tomorrow. It's time spent worth remembering. I MUST SAY HE HAS BEEN WORTH MY TIME,just the conversations are fulfilling! 3. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6244035430245824799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6244035430245824799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6244035430245824799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6244035430245824799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wouldnt-mind-being-his-sweetie-pie.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t mind being his sweetie pie bcuz.....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4911017865702594156</id><published>2008-05-24T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:47:02.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Lacking Answers</title><summary type='text'>Why do people wake up suddenly, and decide to enter your life, then when you try to give it a chance, back up?~~~~How come I found a guy that could work, that I'm willing to take a chance on, and he is like 5 feet tall? I mean without heels I am taller than him. It's just weird and uncomfortable. I feel like if I ever sat on his lap, I would crush him.~~~~~When will a guy forgive me for not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4911017865702594156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4911017865702594156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4911017865702594156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4911017865702594156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/05/lacking-answers.html' title='Lacking Answers'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4154213330101628013</id><published>2008-05-22T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:37:05.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><title type='text'>It Goes A Little Something Like This....</title><summary type='text'>Been containing a lot of my thoughts inside. I tend to do that, not a good thing I must say. But there have been many changes and bullshit and confusion to where it hasn't been easy to blog.But let me just spill about the following freaks of nature:(1) Bottom Lip: thinks he is the man because he knows how to put a sentence together. I mean he thinks that talking the way he does, just makes him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4154213330101628013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4154213330101628013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4154213330101628013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4154213330101628013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-goes-little-something-like-this.html' title='It Goes A Little Something Like This....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7715443280135933271</id><published>2008-05-08T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:37:47.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><title type='text'>Take A Seat........</title><summary type='text'>I love Cinco de Mayo, but I will now remember the holiday not for the strong margaritas, but the fact that two dumb fucks tried to break into my mother's house. Let me set it out for you(a) We live in a very busy neighborhood (b) Our house is in the front of the neighborhood and we live on the corner of the main street (c) all of our neighbors are basically stay @ home moms and what not. (d) our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7715443280135933271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7715443280135933271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7715443280135933271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7715443280135933271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-seat.html' title='Take A Seat........'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2172552083827961532</id><published>2008-04-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:38:03.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wack ex&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Another Step...</title><summary type='text'>I saw someone from my past on Sunday. I was only official with him for about a couple of months, but he made such an impact on me.It was The Gentleman....(NewYork Guy for those that know)I saw him in BeBe at Northpark Mall.All I could do was stare, question if that was him, return his smiles, and just stare. So immature and middleschoolish I know, but man oh man.Of course I gave the signal of "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2172552083827961532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2172552083827961532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2172552083827961532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2172552083827961532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-step.html' title='Another Step...'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6901529554768810618</id><published>2008-04-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:56:03.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><title type='text'>I can't support it....</title><summary type='text'>Why is it okay for a guy to make up excuses for not following thru? Like they really go thru this whole justification process and expect you to believe in it........The following was said to me:  I'm not in love you, but I'm in love with yo ass!!  So am I supposed to be like, thankyou for the honesty? Am I supposed to introduce you to my ass? Is that supposed to be like a compliment for me? Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6901529554768810618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6901529554768810618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6901529554768810618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6901529554768810618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-support-it.html' title='I can&apos;t support it....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-7912874491368916007</id><published>2008-04-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:38:32.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Negro Please</title><summary type='text'>The Ish:So I went to Houston with Little Bit and the Spanish Conquistador (code names, they get them, chill out). Really went to spend time with mi mama (who is feeling better, but isn't all the way there) and ended having the opportunity to go to the Mary J/Jay Z concert.My person of sponsership was supposed to be the guy I met last time I was home. Unfortunately he was discovered to have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/7912874491368916007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=7912874491368916007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7912874491368916007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/7912874491368916007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/04/negro-please.html' title='Negro Please'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8495344952179973668</id><published>2008-04-10T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:35:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Gives It To Me</title><summary type='text'>Randomly I am in Houston. Came down for the concert. Ended up selling my ticket to the concert. It's nice coming here for a break, getting a breath of fresh (not really) air. It's nice making new connectsSITUATION #1So I messaged Memphis Bleek on myspace. I knew he would be in Htown for the concert, supporting his homie J. I went out on a limb. OMG, HE MESSAGED ME BACK!! So I got it a little late</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8495344952179973668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8495344952179973668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8495344952179973668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8495344952179973668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/04/houston-gives-it-to-me.html' title='Houston Gives It To Me'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-6332618396698299788</id><published>2008-03-30T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:40:49.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niggaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>males switching it on me!</title><summary type='text'>NIGGA #1:  I met him @kona grill. He seemed nice enough, I decided to be bold and send a note over. Big mistake I will regret later. We chatted it up and decided to meet up at Scott Gertners (establishment in Houston). Well I meant the Sports Bar and he wound up at the Sky Bar (same guy owns 2 establishments). So that was the first indicator he was older.      Then he said he went to UNT and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/6332618396698299788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=6332618396698299788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6332618396698299788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/6332618396698299788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/males-switching-it-on-me.html' title='males switching it on me!'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-2819830528362051755</id><published>2008-03-23T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:15:41.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop up'/><title type='text'>Another Dule Fooly</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how it happened, but he snuck inside of me. I really care for ole dude (Dule the Fooly). I can't put my finger on it, but like AG said, "I told you!Well we don't talk like we used to. Just a whole bunch of space between us.Couple of weeks ago he went out of town, we chit chatted a bit. Nothing special. BOORandomly, I get a whole bunch of calls from him couple Sundays ago morn like 3-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/2819830528362051755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=2819830528362051755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2819830528362051755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/2819830528362051755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-dule-fooly.html' title='Another Dule Fooly'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-8566928448046453970</id><published>2008-03-04T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:49:30.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Really, I am supposed to want you after I hear....</title><summary type='text'>some stuff I hear on the regular basis. Not even just at the club. It can happen on campus, the local grocery store, a car in the next lane, etc. It gets irritating, disappointing. It's like.....so can you really get mad when I turn my attention away?"Didn't expect that voice to come out of that body, but I guess I can roll with it"Once again, I am wrong for pronnouncing my words and should feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/8566928448046453970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=8566928448046453970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8566928448046453970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/8566928448046453970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-i-am-supposed-to-want-you-after.html' title='Really, I am supposed to want you after I hear....'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3122906599029982481</id><published>2008-03-02T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:08:46.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion/reflection'/><title type='text'>Pick a team</title><summary type='text'>If you couldn't tell, having trouble in the male department. So the question someone hit me with&gt;&gt;have you considered switching teams? My answer was, no, but let me think about it.It seems like when I go to the strip clubs, I always have some stripper being fascinated by my bootie, or whispering to my homeboi about me (can I take her home, can I go home with yall, is she straight, etc).I couldn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3122906599029982481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3122906599029982481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3122906599029982481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3122906599029982481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/pick-team.html' title='Pick a team'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-4868021137860392787</id><published>2008-03-02T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:50:05.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><title type='text'>Bitchassness Sighting at the Stepshow</title><summary type='text'>I used to talk to the individual. It wasn't a big deal. Didn't tell anybody about it, until that nigga started blabbing his mouth. Like we were an item, staking claim, what the hell?Soon as he got in Denton City limits, he decides to begin the wave of text messages. Of course I didn't respond. I stopped responding a long time ago. Just NOT THAT INTO HIM.Then, because fate is funny, I run into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/4868021137860392787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=4868021137860392787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4868021137860392787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/4868021137860392787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitchassness-sighting-at-stepshow.html' title='Bitchassness Sighting at the Stepshow'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-5277976930849197181</id><published>2008-03-01T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:50:16.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><title type='text'>Karma....The Playground of Foolishness</title><summary type='text'>So Baby Dizzle came into town this weekend. We hit up a random night at Blackfinn to meet up with a mutual friend of ours, a mutual friend of ours that likes to try to get us drunk. It was cool listening to the "top 40" but it was time for me to hear "My Dougie." So we decided to hit up Karma.......We get to Karma, and the foolishness began when we walked into the establishment. I mean, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/5277976930849197181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=5277976930849197181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5277976930849197181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/5277976930849197181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/03/karmathe-playground-of-foolishness.html' title='Karma....The Playground of Foolishness'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-3394149795553180180</id><published>2008-02-27T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:28:02.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wack ex&apos;s'/><title type='text'>KENDRICK ....MY ETERNAL STALKER</title><summary type='text'>Background: I approached him. I flirted my ass off, because something about him I just had to have. Big mistake. I should've known then. Usually the dude comes up to me, but 2 years ago yall, I tried something new (last time I ever approach a nigga).We ended up creating a situation between the two of us. I enjoyed him, came close to loving him! But of course it ended badly. Really bad.I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/3394149795553180180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=3394149795553180180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3394149795553180180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/3394149795553180180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/02/kendrick-dennismy-eternal-stalker.html' title='KENDRICK ....MY ETERNAL STALKER'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R8XgsZZU4WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tUdJ-H0-SZ4/s72-c/ken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646169234308580672.post-9190245574576852819</id><published>2008-02-27T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:28:02.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><title type='text'>MySpace Connections....Are TheyPossible??</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have been hit with alot of new friend requests, random messages, random image commentary, etc. The picture above is the current picture on my myspace page.When I look at it, I see a cute, smiling picture.But to the niggaland that is amongst myspace.com, it must be something more.The following are some messages I have recieved in the last few days. The following messages are the reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/feeds/9190245574576852819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646169234308580672&amp;postID=9190245574576852819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9190245574576852819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646169234308580672/posts/default/9190245574576852819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amber-denise.blogspot.com/2008/02/myspace-connectionsare-theypossible.html' title='MySpace Connections....Are TheyPossible??'/><author><name>Ambular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16522690495496360612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R84XHsDxE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/YBUT4YtnM2M/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISCMSbl-83w/R8WqBpZU4VI/AAAAAAAAABI/H7O-EvQVGSQ/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
