<?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-37212438</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:20:03.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sista Big Bones Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-8535086208713947706</id><published>2007-05-01T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:39:03.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Rjb7UI8nAyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RVL-qvTD778/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059507554814984994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Rjb7UI8nAyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RVL-qvTD778/s320/Picture+335.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I watch her pack her luggage my eyes mist. She has been here 2 months, but it only feels like 2 days. I know when she boards that plane tomorrow I will be sick from the heaving sobs coming from my body. I can’t help it. I love her. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’M GONNA MISS MY MAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness I feel when my Ma is 1,248 miles away is hard to describe. It hurts me to my very core. She is my best friend, and one of the reasons that I smile. No one understands why we are so close. Maybe it is because we grew up together. A 17-year old baby raising a baby…but we survived. And we are extremely close because of our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me to always believe in myself, and she pushed me to succeed. But most of all she loved me…and that love has helped me over many a hurdle in my 29 years. There is a line from a Tupac (I love that man) song that says “When your gone I feel a pain so strong deep in my chest,” that is what I am feeling now as I see her bags sitting by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt from the tears; my heart feels empty because I am gonna miss her so much. She told me today, this to shall pass. And I know that in a few days it will get easier…but right now I’m trying to get through the loneliness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-8535086208713947706?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/8535086208713947706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=8535086208713947706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/8535086208713947706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/8535086208713947706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/05/lonliness.html' title='Lonliness'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Rjb7UI8nAyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RVL-qvTD778/s72-c/Picture+335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-8643496175605744064</id><published>2007-03-08T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:45:10.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' a Sista Big Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Re-w6h9zDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7wycWkyAE-I/s1600-h/orange+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039441027647344162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Re-w6h9zDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7wycWkyAE-I/s320/orange+sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I want to talk about image for a minute. We live in a world where society, television, and print ads make us believe that there is this "perfect" size that we all should be, especially women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sista&lt;/span&gt; Big Bones is not just regulated to me. The average size woman in America is a size 14, not a size 2. I have only experienced racial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discrimination&lt;/span&gt; because of the man I married. But, I have been discriminated time and time again, because of my size. The most blatant show of discrimination was during a job interview, where the skinny little peanut head white wafer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heffa&lt;/span&gt; looked at me like I was some alien. She seemed shocked that they had enough fabric to cover my behind in a business suit. That really bothers me. No, I have not always been a "big girl". Yet, since I have crossed over into the world of plus sizes, I notice that people look at me differently. I can not just walk through the mall eating a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cinnabon&lt;/span&gt; or some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; without somebody looking at me like she knows she does not need to be eating that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Whateva&lt;/span&gt;...I love food...I got to eat...so what you think I'm fat...that is your problem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The misconception is that people believe that just because you are bigger than what they consider normal that you are unhealthy. But the fact is, some women are naturally big. No matter how many hours they spend in the gym, or how much rabbit food they consume. Some of us will never be a size 8. My aunt is a beautiful Amazon. She is 5' 11, she weighs about 215. She is not flabby, she is toned, but she is still a size 16. She works out daily, and is a vegan. It is just in her nature to be big. I am so cool with that. I love me some me. If you didn't know it I am the president of my own personal fan club. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dawnya&lt;/span&gt; is FABULOUS all the damn time. Unfortunately, not everyone has that level of self-esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I want to hear what you think of plus sized women. I want to know if you feel that we are all just fat and sloppy and must not care about ourselves. Men, how many of you have, or will ever date a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sista&lt;/span&gt; Big Bones? Ladies, how many of you look at us with pity. Not knowing that we are not weak, miserable beings. Some of us will take your man in a heart beat...not me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Please stop telling us...you have a pretty face for a big girl...or you dress really nice for a big girl. That shit is insulting!! We don't appreciate it...and it's not true. I'm pretty because I come from good genes...and I dress nice, because I like to look good...I make my clothes...they don't make me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Recognize all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sista&lt;/span&gt; Big Bones as women...not as fat girls. We are sexy, alluring, and very intelligent. Let us into your world, and you will encounter the best friend, best lover, and all around greatest person to have on your team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-8643496175605744064?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/8643496175605744064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=8643496175605744064' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/8643496175605744064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/8643496175605744064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovin-sista-big-bone.html' title='Lovin&apos; a Sista Big Bone'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf5oHGF1T-M/Re-w6h9zDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7wycWkyAE-I/s72-c/orange+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-117079943694941921</id><published>2007-02-06T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:03:56.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Say you are having a wonderful day, and then it gets better.  The day gets better when you run into an associate and start a great conversation.  The conversation is good, the person is awesome, but then all of a sudden your conversation partner hits you with some F.A.B. -- Funky Ass Breath!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;OMG...so I'm at work yesterday talking to one of the employees and then I start to look around because something is smelling like three day unwashed butt!  I can't figure out what it is...then I give my attention back to the person and it hits me.  It is his funky ass breath.  I'm just too through, because no person should walk around with their breath smelling like that.  I was like...dude I got to make a phone call.  I had to get away from him so that I could breathe in some fresh air.  Unfortunately, when you encounter a person with F.A.B. that bad the funk clings to your clothes.  So I had to go buy a bottle of Febreeze to get the scent out of my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Alright..so finally that is over and I can breathe again.  Then 2 hours later he calls me to the office to check him out for the evening and the damn office is lit up with that foul breath!  People it was horrible!!  I was crying...seriously.  Then the sad part is he kept talking to me.  All I'm thinking is that breath could be classified as a weapon of mass destruction.   They just need to put him in a helicopter and have him breathe over Iraq and it will be a done deal.  That is how bad it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;So have you ever had a conversation and been assulted by F.A.B.--Funky Ass Breath?  Share your story with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Until next time...keep brushing, flossing, and using mouthwash...don't hurt anybody with your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-117079943694941921?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/117079943694941921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=117079943694941921' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117079943694941921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117079943694941921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/02/fab.html' title='F.A.B.'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-117040366625716011</id><published>2007-02-02T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:07:46.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Management!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Oh my goodness!!  Retail management ain't for the faint of heart.  I wish somebody would have told me that before I took the dang job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;If you didn't know, i am now gainfully employed.  Yeah...it's a great company, been in business for over 100 years.  However they are working a sista like a hebrew slave!  I swear they must think i have super powers the type of stuff they ask me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Tonight (02/01) was my first night working solo...I had to close the store.  Why did my store manager leave me with at least 108 things to do?  I wanted to slap him...I'm thinking like dude...u got me fucked up.  But of course all I said was....no problem.  I am such a bootlicker right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;At anyrate, my feet are on fire, and I'm sleepy.  I just thought I would let you all know that a sista has been working.  That is why I have been MIA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-117040366625716011?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/117040366625716011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=117040366625716011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117040366625716011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117040366625716011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/02/retail-management.html' title='Retail Management!'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-117002375524873689</id><published>2007-01-28T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:35:55.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Baby I'm Back!!!  I know you missed me, and I promise never to stay away this long again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey Fam!!  Sista Big Bones has been busy!  But I'm back, and I have a ton of interesting things to share.  So stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-117002375524873689?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/117002375524873689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=117002375524873689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117002375524873689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/117002375524873689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-im-back.html' title='Baby I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116780059425827368</id><published>2007-01-02T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:05:07.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard Out Here for a Temp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;So I decided to take another temp position because I need to support my habit. I love to shop! Charles is pretty understanding, but I know he is thinking, "For someone without a job, she does a lot of shopping." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I only took the temp position because i was told that it was in Human Resources. I need all the HR experience I can get. Well I go to the job...and what do they have me doing? The want me to be a freaking file clerk. This is the same thing that happened on the last temp assignment I took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Well I did not just spend the last 5 years of my life in school to become a file clerk. I know we all have to start somewhere, and I am wililng to work my way to the top. But there are just some jobs I will not do. Spending 8 hours filing papers is one of the jobs I have no intention of doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;After two terrible temp assignments I have decided that temping is not for me. It is hard out here for a temp. So I'm just going to find a job the old fashioned way...beating the pavement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116780059425827368?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116780059425827368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116780059425827368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116780059425827368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116780059425827368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-hard-out-here-for-temp.html' title='It&apos;s Hard Out Here for a Temp!'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116763840807541617</id><published>2007-01-01T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:01:48.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;With the arrival of the new year I thought I would take this time to reflect on a few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;For me 2006 contained many milestones in my life. I never thought I would see the day that I would graduate from college. Yet, that day (May 11, 2006) did arrive, and it was one of the best days in my life. If only my Pop-Pop could have been there to see it. The month of August bought about the biggest change for me. I decided to pack up and move 1,248 miles away from home. It was the hardest thing I have every done, and I am still debating if it was the right thing. I never thought it would be so hard to walk away from the familiar into the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I figured out this year that my marriage is not perfect, nor will it ever be. However, I'm happy, and that is what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I have encountered some great people in 2006. Some who I plan to know for a lifetime...others whose time has passed. I realized that I can't live the lives of my family for them. They have to make and deal with their own mistakes. I can not always bail them out of trouble...or solve every problem. Hell I got my own set of issues to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Overall, 2006 was not a bowl of cherries, but it wasn't the pits either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I would like to take this time to thank each of you for your friendship. May you and your families be blessed in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;My motto for 2007...THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116763840807541617?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116763840807541617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116763840807541617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116763840807541617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116763840807541617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116715410696828058</id><published>2006-12-26T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:28:26.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Here is a little something other than holiday food to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Quick and Creamy Chicken Stew (by Kraft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;3/4 lb. small red potatoes (between 8-10) quartered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;2 Tbsp. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 Tbsp. oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 lb. boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-sized chuncks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 can (10 oz.) condensed cream of chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/4 cup Kraft Zesty Italian Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;2 cups frozen peas and carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/2 cup Sour cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Place potatoes and water in microwavable dish; cover with lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Microwave on High 7 minutes or until for tender.  Meanwhile heat oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;in large saucepan on medium high heat.  Add chicken; cook 7 minutes or until browned, sitrring occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Add potatoes, soup, dressing and vegetables to saucepan.  Bring to a boil, cover.  Reduce heat to medium-low; simmer 3 minutes or until chicken is cooked through and vegetables are heated through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Stir in sour cream; cook 1 minutes or until heated through.  Stirring occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;This has 4 servings.  I usually double up on everything because Chalres eats a lot and I want to eat too.  LOL.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116715410696828058?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116715410696828058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116715410696828058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116715410696828058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116715410696828058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/tasty-tuesday_26.html' title='Tasty Tuesday'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116704380068507075</id><published>2006-12-25T04:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:50:00.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I just wanted to wish my online family a Merry Christmas.  I hope that all of you are blessed and uplifted on this day and everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;It has been an honor...no a privilege to have each and everyone of you in my life over the course of the year.  I will be thanking the Lord for that blessing today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Eat and be merry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Sheletha...forget the diet today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Lance...you have a butt whupping coming from me...and u know why!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Saadia...take a nap!!!  I know you need it after last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Rich...relax...enjoy the wife and kids...and relax!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Shai...don't sweat the fact that we are both unemployed...God will provide...did that money stolen from your purse ever show up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Mercel...u are new to the fray...but keep uplifting us with your art.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Merry Christmas guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116704380068507075?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116704380068507075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116704380068507075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116704380068507075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116704380068507075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116657952923739443</id><published>2006-12-19T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:52:09.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Alright fam.  Sorry I'm late, but I had a temp assignment today.  It was so boring I almost fell asleep.  I'm gonna go back, but I won't like it at all.  So here is the recipe for the day.  It is really good.  I got this recipe from an issue of Ebony magazine five years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;LOW-COUNTRY BOIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/2 gallon water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 Tbsp. Old Bay Seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;6 to 8 cloves garlic, cut in halves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;3 bay leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Cayenne to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 1/2 pounds Kielbasa or smoked sausage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;sliced into 1-ince pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;12 small new potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;4 carrots cut into fourths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;4 ears of corn cut into thirds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;12 small white onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;3 pounds shrimp in shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 lemon sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Chopped parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Bring water to a boil in a large stockpot, and add the seasonins to the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Add Kielbasa, potatoes, and carrots.  Brign to a boil and boil uncovered until vegetables are almost tender, about 5 minutes.  Add corn and onions, and boil 5 minutes longer.  Add shrimp and lemon slices, and simmer until shrimp are done, about 3 or 4 minutes.  Remove lemon slices.  Garnish with parsley if desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Personally, I find that this recipe is even better as leftovers.  It seems like a lot but it isn't and it doesn't take a long time to prepare. I hope you enjoy it.  Add some Hawaiin (i can't spell...sorry) bread for deeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116657952923739443?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116657952923739443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116657952923739443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116657952923739443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116657952923739443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/tasty-tuesday-recipe.html' title='Tasty Tuesday Recipe'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116654969152182150</id><published>2006-12-19T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:34:51.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Post Later</title><content type='html'>Hey Family...Tasty Tuesday will be late.  I have a temp job today.  I will post once I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116654969152182150?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116654969152182150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116654969152182150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116654969152182150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116654969152182150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-will-post-later.html' title='I will Post Later'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116650470844025067</id><published>2006-12-18T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:05:08.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know if I can stand another night of not being able to sleep.  I am to damn sexy to walk around with all this baggage under my eyes.  So I'm reaching out for some suggestions on what to do.  The Dr.  gave me a prescription sleep aide, but it is highly addictive so I don't want to take it every night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;This is my day...tell me what I'm doing wrong...I need some damn sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;9:00 - 10:00 a.m. - Wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;10:15 a.m. - 1:30 p.m. - On the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;2:00 - 4:00 pm. - Exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;6:00 - 7:30 pm. - Cook and eat dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;9:00 - 11:00 pm. - Relax with Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;12:00 - 4 or 5:00 a.m. - On the computer, reading a book, watching t.v., playing XBox...every damn thing but sleeping. (And I'm not sleepy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;5:15 - 9:00 a.m. - Toss and turn and get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;HELP!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116650470844025067?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116650470844025067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116650470844025067' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116650470844025067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116650470844025067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116598685089840525</id><published>2006-12-12T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:20:13.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;My home biscuit, Sheletha suggested that since our guy Rich (not Lance) has Funny Friday and our girl Lo has Flashback Friday, that I should incorporate some recipes into my blog on Friday. Well I am going to take her advice, however it will be called Tasty Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;There will be a wide range of recipes. However, I want you guys to participate as well. If you have a good recipe you would like to share, please post it in the comments section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Easy Feta Chicken Bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;{preheat oven to 350 degrees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;6 boneless skinless chicken breast halves (about 2 lbs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;2 Tbsp. lemon juice, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/4 tsp. of salt (salt is always optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/4 tsp. black pepper (or white pepper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1 pkg. (4 oz.) Crumble feta cheese (plain or flavored)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/4 cup finely chopped red pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;1/4 cup of finely chopped parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Drizzle with 1 Tbsp. of lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Season with salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Top with feta cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Drizzle with remaining lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until chicken is cooked through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Sprinkle with red peper and parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116598685089840525?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116598685089840525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116598685089840525' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116598685089840525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116598685089840525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/tasty-tuesday.html' title='Tasty Tuesday'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116598522596615035</id><published>2006-12-12T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:48:37.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For years Americans pay into insurance plans believing that when the time comes we will receive the benefits we rightfully deserve. Well I am here to tell you that is a big fat freaking lie. I spent all day Monday on the phone trying to have an intelligent conversation with supposed health insurance professionals regarding my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through the ringer with these people for several months now. Even after being contacted by my attorney they are still playing games. It is driving me crazy...because I need to get someone in this house to help me take care of this bitter, wrinkled old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after playing phone tag with the idiots at the insurance company we finally resolved all of our issues. However, now comes the fun part of finding a home health agency that will work with the conditions of your insurance to come in to your home to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was another phone adventure. You insurance pays for one thing, but the home health agencies offer the complete opposite. So guess what...I still don't have anybody to come in and wipe her funky behind. And Lawd knows I ain't the one. This is the reason my mother is going to a damn home. I ain't got time for this bull!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say after my manic Monday of phone aerobics I needed a drink. And a drink or two, or eight is exactly how I ended my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else have a Manic Monday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116598522596615035?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116598522596615035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116598522596615035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116598522596615035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116598522596615035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116536120635548877</id><published>2006-12-05T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:26:48.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get Anti-depressants</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Sitting here watching T.V. I have noticed an influx of commercials geared toward anti-depressant medications for people who are clinically depressed. Great...help for those of us who need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I think that these commercials encourage some people to over exaggerate their feelings to get their hands on medication. These commercials are telling people exactly where to go to figure out if their symptoms are those of someone who is clinically depressed. Well if they are not depressed they can surely pretend to be when speaking with a doctor. Unfortunately some doctors are passing these drugs out like they are tic tacs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;There should be some serious screening done before this medication is just given out. Anti-depressants don't always make it better. For example a doctor prescribed Zoloft to my 80 year old mother-in-law. Well she has been taking it and it only seems to make her more depressed...or just crazy period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;There needs to be some type of restrictions placed on the amount of advertising dedicated to prescription medication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116536120635548877?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116536120635548877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116536120635548877' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116536120635548877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116536120635548877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-get-anti-depressants.html' title='How to get Anti-depressants'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116495998313658513</id><published>2006-12-01T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:04:20.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Do We Cheat?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why do men and women go outside of their relationship for companionship. I mean if you don't want to be with the same person, why even get married, or claim to be in a monogamous relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is considered cheating? Are you only cheating if there is a sexual relationship or could cheating happen by having an emotional connection with someone besides your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet makes getting together with strangers for some no strings attached sex easier. It just doesn't make sense to me. Most of the people that I know that have cheated on their significant other don't want to leave the person, they just want something different. That does not make sense!! You don't get different when u decide to be with one person. And if you want different talk it over with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered stepping outside of my marriage...Each and everything he pisses me off. However, I realize that it will only cause more problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear from you. What do you think makes a person decide to cheat? What is considered cheating? Is cheating acceptable? Is cheating forgivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116495998313658513?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116495998313658513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116495998313658513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116495998313658513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116495998313658513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-we-cheat-why-do-men-and-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116310941398852631</id><published>2006-11-09T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:03:03.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell the Sex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;There is a new invention out that just by smelling a patch will increase sexual desire in women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myscentuelle.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scentuelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an innovative new product designed to help stimulate the libido. The clear, non transdermal (nothing enters the bloodstream) patch has been impregnated with a unique combination of aromas. Smelling the patch at frequent intervals throughout the day triggers feelings, fantasies and sexual desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I do not see how this is gonna work. Unless this patch smells like some of my favorite food I do not see myself getting aroused. Seriously, who wants to walk around sniffing themselves all day. I mean personally if I see someone constantly sniffing themselves I'm just gonna telling they should bath more often. That's just nasty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sista Big Bones is always stimulated!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116310941398852631?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116310941398852631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116310941398852631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116310941398852631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116310941398852631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/11/smell-sex.html' title='Smell the Sex!'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116288118762612719</id><published>2006-11-07T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:59:28.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat in Fat Crevices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;It's your girl Sista Big Bones coming to you live and direct! People, I just left the gym and let me tell you...sweat in your fat crevices ain't no joke!! I'm working out and then I get annoyed by the swishing sound coming from my body. I'm looking at my husband, like what the heck is that. Then I realize it is the sweat in my fat crevices creating music with my love handles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;So now I'm sitting here wiping sweat from the many fat crevices that I possess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;To all my Sista Big Bones, family and friends. Exercise is a wonderful thing...it keeps us healthy and our big bones looking good. I just want someone to invent an outfit that will keep the sweat from creating music with my fat crevices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Holla if you understand my pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116288118762612719?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116288118762612719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116288118762612719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116288118762612719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116288118762612719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweat-in-fat-crevices.html' title='Sweat in Fat Crevices'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212438.post-116279690334141822</id><published>2006-11-06T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:08:23.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!! Sista Big Bones in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Welcome!!  This is Sista Big Bones!  I am creating this blog just for fun!  Nothing to serious and nothing to boring.  I want to give out information to other Sista Big Bones, family and friends.  However, this blog is for everyone.  So feel free to chat me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212438-116279690334141822?l=sistabig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/feeds/116279690334141822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37212438&amp;postID=116279690334141822' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116279690334141822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212438/posts/default/116279690334141822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistabig.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-sista-big-bones-in-house.html' title='Welcome!! Sista Big Bones in the House'/><author><name>Dawnya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZTpwt14kjk/TwUitg7agfI/AAAAAAAAARs/T-sNFvtJAII/s220/crop%2Bof%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
